“The plane is prepared,” General Kang told Namgung. “You have only to choose between the two pilots.”
Namgung nodded. He had known the head of the First Air Combat Command since he was six years old; he trusted Kang with his life.
Literally, now, since word from Kang could ruin the plan and brand him as a traitor.
“How will you choose?” asked General Kang.
Namgung had pondered the question for the past several days. Both pilots were highly qualified; both were committed to striking a blow against their ancient enemy. They were so evenly matched that he could have them simply draw straws and be pleased with the result.
But it was his job as commander to decide.
“I will make a decision right before takeoff,” he said. “I will be there personally. One shall go.”
“And the other?”
“He, too, will do his duty.”
“Very good,” said Kang. “As it should be.”
Namgung held out his arms, and the two old friends embraced.
“We will succeed,” said Namgung. “I have no doubt.”