Reality 2  Vegas…was there anyplace like it?  The lights, the
energy, the women.  The women.  The drop dead, gorgeous women.
And when you're on leave and in the midst of that energy,
keeping company with one of those beautiful women, you could
almost forget how you swallowed your pride and asked that cold
son of a bitch who shared your name to salvage what was left of
your career. Yeah…almost.  McMurdo and exile versus Nellis and a
chance at redemption. The Air Force wasn't big on disobeying
orders, no matter what your reasons. Flying Pave Hawks at Nellis
was an unbelievable opportunity, and if I'd had to sell a big
fat slice of my soul for it, well, a deal's a deal.  Only I
wasn't in Nellis now. I'd been sent to Cheyenne Mountain in
Colorado, ordered to report to General O'Neill, and that was the
sum total of my knowledge. And as with all military operations,
big and small, there was a fuck up. My clearance hadn't come
through by the time I arrived, and apparently you needed a
shitload of clearance just to