As they throttled up, the world outside the canopy blurred. The brown California hills streaked past like a corrupted file, and for a moment, the G-force pinned Maverick against his seat, making the 2.3GB of equipment strapped to his body feel like a ton of lead.
The sun was barely peeking over the horizon at Miramar, but the flight line was already humming with the low-frequency vibration of jet engines. For Pete "Maverick" Mitchell, the world usually moved at Mach 2, but today, everything felt strangely static—like a frame frozen in a high-definition 1080p Blu-ray scan. As they throttled up, the world outside the canopy blurred
"Talk to me, Goose," Maverick whispered, his voice barely audible over the rising whine of the turbines. For Pete "Maverick" Mitchell, the world usually moved
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