Wing It

This is way over word count, but came from the Thimbleful Thursday prompt of 17 December 20 "Wing It".  It also follows on from my previous story "Cards Close To".  It comes in at 1,448 words.  I hope that you all enjoy it.

"Is this going to work?"  The male person her own age wearing a Foot Regiment lieutenant's uniform neatly stripped of its insignia sounded concerned.

He wasn't the only one who felt that way.  "I have no idea," admitted Saleetha.  "I thought spring engines weren't supposed to blow up in the first place."

"They're not," he replied grimly.  "They can be blown up, but I can't smell anything like the aftermath of explosives, and I know those taints."

Saleetha looked sideways at him and ventured, "The air's too clean, isn't it?"

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This is now followed by "Comfort Zone."