OH GOD, HERE we go. As Solo taxied out to the runway, I sat in the rear seat of the Hornet, scanning over the screens and dials that I would use to navigate the mission—well, if we had a mission. As it was, Levy had basically given Solo permission to take me on a joy ride, and that alone should’ve scared me shitless. Who knew what the hell a pilot like Solo would be like without any rules?
