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“OK, D — Let’s take it to thirty thousand feet,” | “OK, D — Let’s take it to thirty thousand feet,” | ||
Denning’s broad brogue resonated in his earpiece. “Roger, Commander.” | |||
Instantly, Boone could feel his weight shift back as the wingsuit’s ailerons self-trimmed, its leading edge adjusted, and power surged to the flanks. The Eagle Squadron Leader soared higher, bursting through a gossamer skin of cirrus and into a vaulted dome of vivid cobalt. Below, sunlit uplands glinted and sparkled like sacred crystals. | |||
“Altitude reset confirmed: forty thousand feet level, commander. Transferring control back to your fulcrum.” | “Altitude reset confirmed: forty thousand feet level, commander. Transferring control back to your fulcrum.” |