“It means,” Jamie said, ignoring the jab, “that after we touch down in Djibouti this afternoon, I’m officially eligible for international captaincy. No more second seat. No more pretending to laugh at your jokes.”
Noah smirked. “They’re not jokes. They’re lessons in humility.” “Uh-huh.” The two had flown together for over a year now, ferrying everything from scientists and medics to delicate equipment across the African coastline.