The gauges on the dashboard reflect an uncanny diffused orange glow, indicative of the sun's dying state. It takes me some time to work through each of the checklist items on my kneeboard. As I hear the low whir of the last engine starting up, my copilot turns his head to me with a look of skepticism drawn on his face.
"... You sure you're ready for this?"
"I'm as ready as I'll ever be. Is there something bothering you?"
"It's just that we've been here for some time now..."
I glance at the clock before letting out a small sigh. "It can't be helped. They needed pilots to man the bombers. I know we're running short on time, so bear with me here. It'll get better once we're up in the air."
It takes another ten minutes before we finish setting up the avionics and receiving the mission data. Rushing to leave with due haste, we reach the runway in a disproportionately small amount of time.
"Tower, Baker, holding short, requesting takeoff on runway 03."
"Baker, cleared for takeoff on runway 03, climb and maintain 30000."
Instinctively bracing myself for the kick of the engines, I'm met with a gentle push as the bomber lumbers down the runway before lifting off the ground.