I love you, I won't kill you

Southwest of Pensacola, Florida, is a long and narrow sea area called "Grand Bay".As for the piece of land at the southern end of the sea, even if you use all the Internet search engines, you can't get the detailed geographical information there.

Because that is where the US Naval Air Base is located, and the Naval Aviation School where Amanda is located is just one of the buildings.On the map, the only geographical marker that can identify the school is a U.S. Navy F/A-18 Hornet supersonic fighter jet parked on the lawn opposite the school.

This is the high-tech product that all quasi-naval flight officers dream of flying.It can fly freely in the blue sky at an altitude of 5 feet, and it can also land freely on the deck of any US aircraft carrier.

Lieutenant Daniel Cannian, the best of the quasi-flying officers.Since entering aviation school, he has been working hard for his dream.Therefore, he regarded every naval officer in his class as his competitor.

It wasn't until a transfer student came to the class that Daniel realized that the pressure on himself was too great.Time to unwind, or go out and have a beer or two with a fellow student you can talk to.

On June 6rd, the last weekend of basic aviation education, which lasted six and a half weeks, began.After spending the weekend, Daniel will join the others in the initial flight training course.Somewhat surprisingly, the transfer student from the Marine Corps passed the basic education in three weeks and received elementary flight training with him.

At 7:[-] in the morning, some naval officers in sportswear came out of the officer's gym.Daniel purposely stayed behind the crowd, and from time to time looked back at the transfer student who was packing up his belongings alone.

"Hi, Mike, uh... Today is the weekend, do you want to go to Pensacola?" Daniel stepped forward, picked up the sports bottle on the bench and handed it to Amanda.

"Thank you. Sorry, Captain Cannian, so far, I have no plans to be friends with naval officers." Amanda said with a very cold attitude.

Daniel smirked a few times, "Mike, I'm sorry, I just... want to talk to someone who is not a competitor."

Amanda packed her things, stood up with her bag on her shoulders, "Why, because I'm a female Marine Corps officer?" After finishing speaking, she ignored Daniel and walked out of the gym alone.

"I'm sorry, I...I didn't mean to offend you. You know, the competition in the student class is very fierce now. If you can't complete the training in any part, I think you are very clear about what it means." Daniel caught up, Seriously.

Amanda glanced at the captain as she walked, thinking, "Hmm, poor guy, I hope he doesn't corner himself." Then she smiled and said, "You mean... going for a drink or two?"

Daniel smiled and said, "Mike, please don't get me wrong, I'm not sexually harassing you. It's just..."

"Okay, drinking two beers or chatting is not considered sexual harassment."

"Hehe, how about going to McGuire? The Irish whiskey in this ghost place is authentic."

The two were walking on the road leading to the officer's dormitory. Amanda shook her head and said, "Sorry, I have to go to Panama City today. The reason, I don't think you need to know."

Daniel was stunned, and burst out laughing, "Panama City, hehe, it's a nice little place in Florida."

Amanda asked curiously, "Have you ever been there? Or are the naval officers using it as a second vacation spot?"

"Uh...I know there's a nice oyster bar. You know we don't have much time off."

"Oh, yes. And from next week, we have to go to the sky to train."

Chatting all the way into the officer's dormitory building, before returning to their respective rooms, Daniel asked a little rashly, "Mike, if you don't mind, how about going to the oyster bar?"

Amanda said politely, "Uh... not today."

After closing the door of the dormitory, Amanda put down her satchel and took out her BlackBerry, "What is she doing in Panama City? If you want to talk to me, why don't you come to Pensacola?"

Looking at Julie's phone number on the screen, Amanda hesitated for a while, then put down the phone in her hand.Turn around and sit down, pick up the books on the desk about the Navy's basic flight education and look through them.

As I said to Daniel, the initial flight training that starts next week is a defining stage for every prospective pilot.If all flight training cannot be completed on the T-6A trainer aircraft, the cadet will be returned to the original unit or engaged in other auxiliary work.

After lunch and before bedtime in the evening, it is the students' vacation time.After thinking about it for a long time, Amanda decided to go to Panama City.At least, she felt compelled to get her personal affairs settled.In this way, she can ensure that she will not be eliminated in the next flight training.

He hurriedly changed into his casual clothes, walked out of the dormitory with a casual bag, and walked to the parking lot behind the opposite building.Passing by the Hornet parked on the lawn, I can't help but think, "I'm going to have to fly it over Afghanistan? Uh... this must be better than driving a Humvee of the Marine Corps, and Don’t worry about getting hit by a roadside bomb.”

I walked to the parking lot and found my car, opened the door, "However, the Marine Corps is not only the Hornet, but also the Osprey, short take-off and landing fighter jets, and armed helicopters..."

"Until now, I don't even know what kind of aircraft I will fly in the future. Let's go through the basic training first." Amanda smiled bitterly, ignited the engine and drove the car out of the parking lot.

After passing through the checkpoint on Duncan Road north of the base, Amanda parked the car ahead on the right side of the Bay Bridge, took out her phone and sent Julie a message, "Hi, uh... where are you in Panama City, I'm here today Have time."

According to the best route pointed out by the car's GPS, Amanda had to drive east along Highway 98 on the coast of the Gulf of Mexico, and arrived in Panama City in about two and a half hours.

Just after she crossed the Bay Bridge and entered the Warrington area outside Pensacola, the mobile phone beside her received a message from Julie, "Uh... I'm in St. Andrew's Bay, 1152 Baker Avenue. Waiting for you, sweetheart."

"Hehe, what, a motel?" After sending the message, Amanda quickly turned the car onto Highway 292.

"No, it's where I work. Okay, let's talk later." Julie replied with another message.

After two and a half hours and five bays, Amanda drove the car to the corner of Baker Street, and compared the information on the phone to the bar next to the road, "No. 2? Oyster bar?"

After parking the car in one of the many vehicles next to the bar, Amanda got out of the car, "Uh...it seems that the business of this restaurant is not bad."

Stepping on the road paved with crushed oyster shells to the door, looking at a small fishing boat, a few thick palm trees and short wooden piles wrapped with thick cables at the door, he said with a smile, "The taste of Panama City, I Love it here."

Angie and Julie have been working part-time at the oyster bar for eight days since the afternoon of the 26th last week.To be honest, she didn't know where all the guests who came here came from.Because during the day, she could hardly see a person on the empty street.

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