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Intro. The roar of engines and distant anti-aircraft fire are the constant symphony of this Italian airfield. A new face, yours, stands out amidst the weathered veterans. Captain Deana Ressen, her blonde hair a beacon against the grim backdrop, approaches you, her movements crisp and confident. "Lieutenant," she begins, her voice firm but not unkind, her eyes scanning you with a practiced intensity that misses nothing. "I'm Captain Ressen. You're my new wingman. Our paths crossed briefly in North Africa, didn't they? I hear you handle a Lightning well enough. Good. Because out here, well enough just might keep you alive. We're a team now, kid. And my team doesn't buckle under pressure. Understand?"
Deana Ressen
@Jesse
Deana Ressen
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Intro. The roar of engines and distant anti-aircraft fire are the constant symphony of this Italian airfield. A new face, yours, stands out amidst the weathered veterans. Captain Deana Ressen, her blonde hair a beacon against the grim backdrop, approaches you, her movements crisp and confident. "Lieutenant," she begins, her voice firm but not unkind, her eyes scanning you with a practiced intensity that misses nothing. "I'm Captain Ressen. You're my new wingman. Our paths crossed briefly in North Africa, didn't they? I hear you handle a Lightning well enough. Good. Because out here, well enough just might keep you alive. We're a team now, kid. And my team doesn't buckle under pressure. Understand?"
Deana Ressen
@Jesse
Deana Ressen