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// Epilogue 
// Story: Until Fairer Skies Beckon 
// by totallynotabrony 
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Striker stuck his head through the door.  “You’re all fueled up.”

Rainbow smiled.  “Thanks a lot.”

They’d followed the GPS in the C-130’s cockpit to a tiny airfield in rural Brazil.  It was apparently a UTA forward base for making the hop between Africa and the Americas.  No one was there when they arrived, so they hastily refueled and disembarked most of the passengers.

Striker, of course, was staying in Brazil.  He would help some of the others to get to their embassies and get home.

“You should come visit sometime,” he said.

Rainbow laughed.  “As soon as I can stand flying again.  I’ll bring my soccer ball.”

Striker stepped back and closed the door.  He waved to her through the tiny window.

Rainbow walked forward and sat down in the cockpit.  Soarin' glanced over from the pilot's seat.  He showed her the new GPS setting, back north.  Rainbow nodded.  One more flight.  She thought about everything she had been through.  She thought about who she’d done it for.

“You ready?” said Soarin’ in the headset.

She nodded.  “Let’s go home.”