Chapter 3 - TAKING THE SEAT
Over the main radio speaker, the pilot's voice grew even more desperate, the background alarms blaring inside his cockpit reaching a frantic crescendo.
"Overlord! I am ejecting in five seconds! Confirm vector!"
Nash remained rooted to the spot, his mouth open, sweat dripping onto his collar as he stared at the screen in absolute, helpless shock.
The Incoming Commander stepped straight forward. She didn't issue a warning or ask for permission.
With blinding speed and military efficiency, she drove her right forearm firmly into Nash’s chest, using his own momentum to push him bodily away from the combat chair. The young Airman stumbled backward, his hip smashing hard into the steel edge of the neighboring intelligence desk, knocking a stack of plastic trays to the floor.
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Before Nash could recover his balance, she slid smoothly into the combat chair.
Her broad hands moved across the control panel with practiced, instantaneous precision. With her left hand, she snatched the heavy tactical headset from the console desk and slipped it over her ears. With her right hand, her thumb found the master push-to-talk button on the communications module, overriding all secondary radio channels on the floor.
