"She won't make the climb, Mila," the base commander shouted over the wind.
Mila had grown up in the shadow of the hangar. Her father had been a mechanic, and she had learned to read by tracing the rivet patterns on the AN-45’s wings. By twenty-four, she was the only pilot in the district brave—or stubborn—enough to keep it in the air. an-45 Mila
"She'll make it because I’m the one asking," Mila replied, pulling her goggles down. "She won't make the climb, Mila," the base