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A small smile crossed Gregory Jennings’s face as he taxied his Cessna to the runway. Nothing could keep the fox out of the sky.
For over twenty years he’d been a pilot in the Air Force, first flying fighters, working his way up command, only retiring from the military when command wanted him out of the pilot’s seat. Working as a commercial airline pilot flying out of Hartford didn’t have the same adrenaline rush as a fighter, but it still meant flying, and that was what mattered. He certainly didn’t complain about the work. It was less thrilling, sure, but less dangerous, even if he had hundreds of lives in his paws each week.
And here he was, on his day off, flying his private plane. Some days he’d bring his wife or one of his kits up, but today he was flying solo.
His smile widened as he reached his take-off point. His heart beat faster as his plane rushed towards the end of the runway. His stomach leapt as the wheels left the ground, his field of view now dominated by clear blue sky.
Gregory allowed himself a joyous laugh as his plane gained altitude. Flying still gave him the same thrill in his 50’s as it had in his early 20’s, when he first found himself behind the controls of an aircraft. The single engine ultralight was nothing compared to an F-16 or an F-22, but it was far more nimble than a 737.
He banked, then did a quick barrel roll, laughing the entire time. Not quite like his beloved F-16, but good enough for a civilian aircraft, and Gregory knew his plane well. He’d been flying her almost every day off since he bought her two years ago.
Once he had dared some acrobatic maneuvers with their son Miles, and the boy had loved it. The scolding he’d gotten from his wife afterwards when he told her about it was worth it for the pure, unadulterated joy that he’d gotten that day with his kit. The girls were older, more “mature,” and never wanted to do it. Maybe Miles would follow his pawsteps and take to the skies himself one day.
The fox looked out the window and down at the ground below. Everything looked so small from up here. He flew over his neighborhood, spying as he always did his house from a respectful altitude. He let out a soft sigh as he turned the plane around and headed back for the small civilian airstrip where he based his aircraft. It was much less of a hassle flying out of there than Bradley. He liked the freedom of not having to worry about air traffic control.
As he approached, he radioed the ground to make sure the runway was clear, then brought his plane in. His smile only faltered slightly as the wheels touched the ground again. He slowed the craft and taxied back to his plane’s allotted parking spot.
Kenny, the airport’s current operator, greeted him as he stepped from the plane.
“Good flight, Greg?” he asked.
“Always,” Gregory replied. “Nothing beats the air.”
They shook paws as they always did after a flight and exchanged a round of pleasantries before the fox made his way out of the airport. His stomach grumbled. Maybe a little stop for lunch was in order.
He climbed into his car and wound his way through the quiet suburban streets to his favorite fast food joint. A cheeseburger sounded like a perfect ending after his flight.
When he pulled into the parking lot, he spied a few teens in the outdoor seating area. A twinge of disgust washed over him when he saw two girls making out. “Damned dykes,” he muttered. As he looked, though, his eyes widened. That couldn’t be…
Gregory stopped his car abruptly and stared. That was EXACTLY who he feared it was. His disgust turned to rage as he pulled his car into one of the parking spots, threw it into park, and got out.
“Colleen Abigail Jennings, what the FUCK do you think you’re doing?!” he barked.
The girls separated abruptly. The pink haired folf stared at him incredulously. “Dad?”
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