​Misty wasted no time in getting to the recruiter’s office to take the Armed Services Vocational Aptitude Battery test.

 

“You’ve done very well,” her recruiter said. “We’d like you to take another test to go into the nuclear field.”

 

He was a First Class Petty Officer with dark brown hair, brown eyes, and a bristly mustache. His uniform was sharp and pressed. But the thing that stood out most for Misty was his vibe. It was the same vibe she had felt with the guys who had come to Roby’s that night. He was friendly, supportive, approachable, and genuinely concerned for her. It was like she was already his shipmate.

 

“You’d be going in as an automatic E-4 with a thirty-thousand-dollar enlistment bonus and be one of the first women in the field!” he said.

 

Misty flipped through the second test and saw a lot of questions related to math and science. Suffice it to say, not her cup of tea. However, she needed to weigh her options.

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Option 1: Take the test, become a "Nuke." Higher rank, higher salary, become part of history.

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Option 2: Skip it. Start from the bottom, see how it goes. ​​