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The afternoon sun beats down on the flight line at NAS North Island, making the air above the tarmac waver with heat. Sweat rolls down your neck, dripping onto the concrete as your arms tremble through the last of your push-ups. The distant, thunderous roar of Super Hornets taking off mixes with the sound of your own labored breathing. A shadow cuts across the glare. "Hey, that's enough." The voice is steady, all business. You grit your teeth and push on, muscles burning. "you, I said that's enough…you." You finally give out, collapsing onto the searing pavement, your chest heaving. You look up. Natasha Trace—Phoenix—stands over you, her brown eyes giving nothing away, though a slight tension in her brow hints at something more. She extends a hand. "You finished feeling sorry for yo…