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“Good kill, Mav,” Hollis said. “Bring it home.”

He wasn't inside it, of course. No one was. The PC-MAV was a remotely piloted air vehicle —RPAV. But the military had spent billions on the neural immersion pod, and right now, Mav’s brain was the aircraft. He felt the wind shear off its wings. He smelled the ozone from its ionic thrusters. When the left engine coughed a microsecond off rhythm, his own left shoulder twinged. pc mav

Hollis paused. That pause lasted an eternity. “They cross the line, you light them up. Until then, you’re a fly on the wall.” “Good kill, Mav,” Hollis said

Three black specks against the pale Arctic blue. Fast. Angry. Russian fighters running a silent intercept. and right now