"Recording," a technician's voice crackled through her headset. "Go ahead, Captain."
Lena settled into the left-hand seat. The leather was cool, familiar. She reached out, not to flip a switch, but to invite the invisible audience to look. Her gloved hand swept across the main instrument panel.
She looked up. The overhead panel loomed—a city of switches, guarded buttons, and rotary knobs. The glare shield above the instruments cast a long shadow over her lap.
She wasn't here to fly. She was here to test a new training tool: a 360-degree camera rig, mounted on the dead pedal beside her seat.
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