Active Duty - Hunter And Bailey -gay- - Checked -

“Bailey,” Hunter said.

Hunter lay back down, sliding under the landing gear. His heart was pounding against his ribs like a rotor out of balance. He pressed his thumb to the fresh checkmark, smearing the ink just a little. Active Duty - Hunter And Bailey -Gay- - Checked

Active duty. Hunter and Bailey. Gay. Checked. “Bailey,” Hunter said

Hunter swallowed. He looked at the list. He pressed his thumb to the fresh checkmark,

“Fuel cell three is showing a pressure anomaly,” Bailey said, his voice low, a professional monotone that didn’t reach his eyes. “I rechecked it twice. It’s a sensor ghost.”

A second pair of boots appeared beside his head. Worn, dusty, the laces tied with a specific double-knot that Hunter could have recognized in the dark. Bailey crouched down, his face appearing upside-down in Hunter’s peripheral vision. He held a tablet with the digital manifest.