Chapter 35

STRIKER

“So, this is where everything happens?” Watching from the top behind the glass wall was fascinating how an aircraft was machinery assembled.

“Yes.” There was pride in Moses’ voice. Considering what he had done to the Hover to be at the top of the business industry, I expected that reaction.

“Do you ever feel guilty that your fighter jets will be used to slaughter people?”

I got his attention. He looked at me. “Son, you’re once a soldier. Tell me why you did what you did. It’s to protect your country. The same as the pilots who fly these jets. They have the same mission, not just to end life, but to monitor, be in the line of defense, and protect those down there. I do what I think is in the best interest of the people. If there are no bad guys, then no guns and jets like this one.”

I thought I wasn’t thinking of questioning him. “You’re right.”

The door swung open. A man around his age walked in. “Mr. Braddson, it’s nice to see you on your