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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Kevin Perrine" data-source="post: 1619180" data-attributes="member: 20347">Mustang SallySally'd been in nearly every hangar on the west coast with her dad over the last year,  inspecting the newest fighters and the biggest bombers.  But this hangar seemed bigger in some way...  It was actually all cut up into sections and there was barely room for her  "Angel-Wings"  hanging from the catwalk above her quarters,  but it seemed bigger.  Without the flight-harness it took three men to carry it in.  The Angel-Wings aren't small but hoisted some 20' off the deck they tend to blend in with the jigsaw of equipment on base.Sally stared up at the modified P-51's.  She'd just shined them this morning when the PO trucked them in for her from the Presidio.  hmmhh,  shoulda known the brass knew a little more about the state of dad's Angel-Wings than I thought... she thought, staring up at her wings through the cracks in hastily constructed barrack roof of her quarters.  It was actually sorta funny...  Come-on...  "Mustang Sally"  it was the stage name that Henry teased her with..."Say, Sally!  I can sees it now...  yer name trailin' behind one'a them there new Mustangs purty soon.  Yeah!  We'll paint it up 'MUSTANG SALLY'  up in big pink letters,  it'll be right snappy!  hehehehe"  as he poked fun, tickling her.She hated it back then...  It was only a year and four months since she saw the youngest of her big brothers.  Now... now the name didn't seem so silly, painted in pink on her Angel-Wing.Thumbing through the military packet, she barely looked at the words...  Her eyes couldn't focus tonight, they were all welled up with the tears she'd been holding back since San Francisco.  The four tightly folded American flags that had been delivered to her only a few weeks ago were the only things she had to show that she had a family,  and that contraption above her was the only thing that truly made her forget that they were all gone.The Department of War's Metahuman Military Detachment.  They said it was strictly voluntary...  They said she could help make a difference.  "What would onea the bad guys say if they could see me crying?"They'd laugh and pass me by as a little girl,   she thought...  they wouldn't care......and nothing but the floor could catch her as Sally fell into grief  for this one last time...She hadn't read the briefing packet the military had delivered...She'd immediately signed her name on the dotted line,  she didn't need to know the mission.  Uncle SAM didn't need to convince Sally to help America...  Her father and brothers already had.I love you guys... Sally whispered as she clutched the four flags.  T-Minus ... seventy-two hours and counting...   as the last tear rolled down her cheek.God help the Axis...</blockquote>

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