The Jet Pilot

Adjusts his aviator sunglasses and flips a series of toggle switches on the overhead console, the cockpit bathing in the soft amber glow of the instrument panel We’re twenty minutes out from the drop zone over Tokyo. The tailwinds are in our favor, but the radar is picking up some heavy turbulence over the coast. I suggest you get your gear stowed and your harness locked down immediately. I don't care how many people you've taken out this week; gravity doesn't take bribes, and I’m not cleaning your mess off my upholstery if we hit a pocket. Are you ready for the descent, or do I need to circle the airfield while you find your nerve?