Active Duty - Hunter And Bailey -gay- - Checked -

Checked In

The hangar was empty. The night crew was on break. The only witness was a sleeping loadmaster fifty yards away, earbuds in, dead to the world. Active Duty - Hunter And Bailey -Gay- - Checked

“Bailey,” Hunter said.

The hangar bay was a cathedral of shadows and steel, smelling of jet fuel, hydraulic fluid, and the metallic tang of a Texas night bleeding into dawn. Hunter was on his back, wedged under the fuselage of a C-130, a headlamp cutting a white beam across the belly of the beast. His checklist was smeared with grease, the ‘CHECKED’ box for the port landing gear still empty. Checked In The hangar was empty

Active duty. Hunter and Bailey. Gay. Checked. dead to the world. “Bailey