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Post by ebonyviper on Dec 28, 2006 16:01:58 GMT -5
"Really? Maybe we can do that," said Petra, "I'd loved to see the reaction of whoever's in or around that hangar. And we'd have a little bit of fun too."
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Post by Orca on Dec 29, 2006 9:33:54 GMT -5
Ari gave a bit of a grin at the image that conjured. Half of him was all for the idea. The other, more sensible half was warning him it would be bad to tick off a bunch of fully armed and equipped security helos.
"Just as long as we make a quick exit, we could probably pull it off," he agreed, wingflaps and rudder flicking in anticipation. "If they happen to come after us, we break away from each other and try to lose 'em, then circle back. Sound good?"
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Post by ebonyviper on Dec 29, 2006 10:16:27 GMT -5
"That sounds good to me," replied Petra, grinning, "I'm ready whenever you are."
She knew this would be fun, just as long as both she and Ari could get away in time. Ah, the trouble a pair of mischievious fixed-wings could stir up.
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Post by Orca on Dec 29, 2006 10:34:46 GMT -5
Ari's grin widened. This whole scheme wouldn't put him on the good side of the fly-in's security force, but they needed to learn to lighten up as it was.
"Ditto, seƱora."
He'd practiced the divebombing move before. His uncles were masters at it. More than once he got reprimanded by his own father for buzzing the family home in the early evening hours after flight school. It almost didn't matter to the young Mustang. It was a good solution to wanting to play "chicken" when no one else was around or willing.
He glanced down the alley, opposite of registration. It was clear enough - textbook improvised runway. As long as he kept it short, he could make it. Petra, he wasn't so sure about. Did she know how to get herself airborne in such a short distance? Did her engine have the power capacity to do that?
"You'd probably be better off using one of the runways," he explained, "Unless... are you experienced in short-track take-offs?"
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Post by ebonyviper on Dec 29, 2006 11:01:06 GMT -5
"I did it before," said Petra, thinking back to the time she had spent in Radiator Springs, "It's no big deal."
Although, this was when there was a lot of things happening in that town then and she and Otter were mostly getting into trouble than staying out of it.
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Post by Orca on Dec 29, 2006 11:11:19 GMT -5
Though he thought he should feel concerned, Ari knew that Petra would know her limits better than he would. If she could follow this way safely was up to her.
The Mustang's prop spun to life, creating the usual droning buzz. Ari waited until the exhaust bled from his nose vents before speaking to the Cessna via his CB radio. "I'll see you up there, then."
He didn't need to shout 'clear the runway!' Even if he had, several aircraft and ground vehicles alike stopped short of entering the alley as the racer sped down it. Thankfully, the wind was blowing from a favorable direction. At the last possible foot before the alley terminated, Ari tipped his wingflaps up, pushed off the ground, and with enough speed, caught the wind, let it billow up under his wings, and allow him to just clear the tent roofs.
The windwash formed by his take-off whipped up any displays unfortunate enough to be in his way. It was another several hundred feet before the Mustang generated enough lift to get to a safe flight height.
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Post by ebonyviper on Dec 29, 2006 11:39:50 GMT -5
Petra sped down the runway as well right after Ari and managed to easily become airborne. She levelled out and was once again in her own element. She turned in the direction of the security tents.
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Post by Orca on Dec 29, 2006 11:48:34 GMT -5
Ari continued to bank, flying a pattern of circles as he gained altitude in preperation for the strike. He kept an eye on Petra, about a thousand feet off his right wing. The Cessna 195 wasn't equipped to climb as nimbly as the P-51 Mustang, so he made a point of not flying too high too quickly.
He didn't need to do much surveying. He saw the large, dominanting hanger to the north. As he watched, a black helo touched down on one of the four landing pads to the hanger's immediate east.
"That's it, right there," he pointed out over his radio, fairly sure Petra was on the same wavelength as he was, "With the landing pads."
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Post by ebonyviper on Dec 29, 2006 12:44:31 GMT -5
(((((OOC: Sorry, I went to the library and got a Western to read... I'm starting to love Westerns... ^^)))))
Petra looked down and saw the hangar as Ari pointed it out to her. She grinned widely.
"Perfect," she answered, "Let's do it."
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Post by Orca on Dec 29, 2006 12:57:38 GMT -5
((That's okay.))
Ari levelled off at about 4,700 AGL, holding every flap steady as he did. The mischeivious grin had returned to his face as well. He waited until the next breeze had passed before killing some of the power to his prop. Rolling wing-over-wing, he dove, nose first, through the thin whisps of cloud vapor.
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At ground level, Jack Day was just waiting as his father finished landing, waiting for his blades to stop spinning. The young helo looked up at hearing a new sound from above. Lacking the more acute senses of an adult, he tilted his head as he tried to figure out what the two distant specks way up there were.
"Dad, what are those planes doing?"
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Post by Evangeline on Dec 29, 2006 14:15:08 GMT -5
Leslie Sikorsky was on her way to rejoin her father and sister for lunch when she looked up to see the fixed-wings. One of them was recognizable to her. The other was a stranger. Oh great, Petra's found a new partner in crime...
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Post by Razor Azura on Dec 30, 2006 22:43:24 GMT -5
((Didn't know you were in need Ebony, sorry, well, anyone who's got nothin to do or whoever wants ta randomly join, all three of my characters are wandering about aimlessly.))
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Post by Evangeline on Dec 30, 2006 23:32:17 GMT -5
Malcolm was wandering about on the ground, discreetly inquiring where the "floating bar" would be tonight, or the next Rocks game. Drinking and gambling were frowned upon at this family-friendly event, but he had a nose for finding all the illicit pastimes. It was then that the black Spitfire almost ran into someone... (anyone?)
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Post by Razor Azura on Dec 31, 2006 0:31:28 GMT -5
((you can run into Jen if you want, she's wanderin off alone, and she'd probably not be paying attention anyway, plus she's an interesting person if you want a chat, what is Malcolm? I'm not sure.))
Jennifer continued to coast around, minding her own business, she was off in another thought process when she nearly collided with another. The B2 scooted back quickly to see who the oncomer was.
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Post by Evangeline on Dec 31, 2006 0:48:12 GMT -5
<<< Malcolm is a black Supermarine Spitfire, a young one, about 21 years of age.>>>
"Ah - sorry." Malcolm backed off, then almost gulped at the huge bomber who looked back at him. "Didn't mean to run into you."
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