There were other names on there right alongside his-the other miserable souls he’d partnered up with over the years-but it was his that stood out. For the most part, it was the same thing I’d been seeing for the last thirteen years.īanners with the same jackass’s name on all of them. Because I knew what was hanging from the ceiling of the dome-shaped facility. Rolling over onto the cheek I’d fallen on the least amount of times, I blew out a breath of frustration, managed to keep the “son of a bitch” I really wanted to scream inside my mouth, and tilted my head all the way back to make faces at the ceiling, figuring out almost immediately that decision was a fucking mistake. This was the second day in a row I hadn’t been able to land a damn jump. They might have to if I didn’t figure out what I was doing wrong, damn it. My butt cheeks could handle another two hours’ worth of falls tomorrow. To my best friend and the best person I know,īy the time I’d busted my ass five times in a row, I figured it was time to call it quits. While reference might be made to actual historical events or existing locations, the names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

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