Jet experienced a moment of vertigo upon waking. She was in her own real bed, stolen by Barnstorm from the Hotel Horton Bailey in the early days. At the hanger she'd slept in a hammock like the others and had found it to her liking. She really should donate the mattress to Swoop and his current lady, it wasn't like she needed the spring action.
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Jet and Plane completed their rounds in relative silence. Jet's questions met prompt and through answers, but Plane didn't offer any conversation. That was alright with Jet, she'd give her time to get over any lingering anger before clearing the air ( Read more... )

Jet timed their arrival for nightfall. Soon enough word would get around that the Gulls were back in town, Jet didn't want a welcome wagon. Their headquarters were much as they had left it. Of course, they hadn't left anything important behind and they hadn't been gone long enough for anyone to move in. Wisely, Jet had kept a few things back at ( Read more... )

Jet sat in her office chair slowly spinning and thinking. She'd done a lot of that lately and quite frankly it was making the other Gulls nervous ( Read more... )