AFTER VANQUISHING THE FEROCIOUS HURRICANE, THE VALIANT BOMB GROUP WAS MET WITH A HARSH RECEPTION, as biting cold and icy gales greeted them with unwavering hostility. "And she's done it again, boys. Alice from Dallas, our undisputed savior." Amison cheered as the crew disembarked from their trusted fort. "Alice from Dallas, Alice our Palace." Chanted the rest. "Told ya, she's a formidable one." Major Cleven remarked, recalling the photo Veal had shown him earlier today. "Yep, she's a special one, sir." Smirked Ken, deeply in awe of his fierce lady's strength.
"And what's the deal with your sweetheart, Major?" Amison nudged the blonde's arm playfully as they strolled toward the shady alley leading to the inn. "...Marge? Nah, it wasn't anything serious." The man scoffed after a moment's thought. "I meant the new Major. You were practically mesmerized by her every move." The brunette teased, joined by his friends as they all shared knowing grins, causing the soldier's cheeks to flush a deep crimson. "Well, aren't you a nosy lot." Major Buck simply rolled his eyes. "Just a bunch of observant well-wishers here, sir." Shrugged Veal, as curious as the rest.
However, Buck merely chuckled wryly and brushed it off, and they continued their journey to the pub in silence. The entire unit was made up of mainly four squadrons. Major Gale Cleven, also known as Buck, was the commander of the 350th. Ideally, him and Major Egan were the unquestioned leaders of the entire group. But the word of Major l/n's prowess on the battlefield spread like wildfire, instilling both fear and awe in the hearts of all who heard it. The majority of soldiers eagerly anticipated collaborating with her, recognizing her renowned commitment to safety—a stark contrast to the Air Exec, whose recklessness had become legendary.
