Marc smiled. “That’s my girl.”
Elena didn’t flinch. She shoved the throttles forward. The virtual engines screamed. The A330 mushed toward the tarmac, then climbed—dirty, angry, alive. Airbus A330 VACBI CBT 23
Across the table, her instructor, an old captain named Marc, pushed a cup of coffee toward her. He’d been watching the replay on his tablet. Marc smiled