Swith Witherward wrote:She made her way to the lobby and groaned. "We just keep packing them in, don't we?" She knelt down to examine the woman. "Shhhh. S'okay."
"I'm fine . . . Can't say the same for my Leg, or my plane."
She nodded to the open door. Across the street, an Su-37 Terminator was burning inside of a derelict factory building.