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Post by Orca on Dec 31, 2006 10:50:54 GMT -5
One thing he was certain of: they'd been spotted. Though his eyes were mostly closed against the wind tearing past his face, Ari had singled out at least one or two faces, craned back as far as they would go, watching. His expression had morphed into a mask of concentration. Flickers of returning grin tugged at the corners of his mouth.
This was good. Sometimes it was just as fun to "flatten" those who saw you coming as it was to surprise them all to heck. Chances were some of those down there didn't realize what was afoot.
"You still with me, Petra?" he called over the CB, making a slight turn of adjustment as he plummeted through a particularly strong current. He couldn't turn to look and see if the Cessna had commenced her dive. Once lapse in keeping track of how fast the ground was coming at you, and one could wind up paste.
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One of those faces watching the fixed-wings' descent was the elder Day, Josiah. The Pave Hawk kept a discreet eye on both would-be pranksters. He stopped only to taxi off the pad to keep an at-the-ready protective stance over Jack. Those planes would be sure to get a 7.62 millimeter surprise from him if this was anything more than a psuedo-divebomb run.
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Post by Evangeline on Jan 2, 2007 18:02:43 GMT -5
Leslie called out to Josiah as he watched the two airplanes. "I recognize at least one of them, Mr. Day, the Cessna. Her name's Petra Bellanca. Wanna freak her out, just call her by name."
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Post by Orca on Jan 2, 2007 18:13:19 GMT -5
Josiah wasn't one to discard an option. He opened his CB. There was no need to search the channels. The Pave Hawk heard the last half of the second plane, it seemed, speaking to the Cessna.
"Petra Bellanca," he snapped, assuming his most commanding voice, "This is Josiah Day of WRF-I Security. I order you to break off this stunt at once, or face the consequences."
In the meantime, the distance between the Mustang and his intended 'targets' was getting shorter...
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Post by ebonyviper on Jan 3, 2007 9:14:21 GMT -5
"Yeah, I'm still with you, Ari," replied Petra.
It was then that she heard Josiah's voice over her CB threatening her to break off her run. She gave a startled yelp when he called her by name.
"AH! He knows me! How did he know me? I never even met him!" she yelped, "Ari, I'm being threatened here!"
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Post by Orca on Jan 3, 2007 16:32:21 GMT -5
Ari didn't need telling twice. He had also heard the Pave Hawk's warning; it was over a mainstream line. How this Josiah came to know Petra by first and last name was just as much a mystery to him. If they were far enough away to receive a warning before they got close enough, there was no need to follow through with the prank.
"He may not have known your name five minutes before this, but someone down there does," he responded, preparing to abort the dive. "Abort, now!"
The Mustang broke out of his stint, banking away while still at a safe height. He made the turn wide, hoping the Cessna would catch his drift and follow suit. It had seemed like a good idea before. But they would need a better element of surprise if they were going to manage this, and that was looking like a very big 'if'.
Back to the drawing board, so to speak.
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Josiah continued to track the two planes, listening to the chatter over his CB. There was ambient background noise; he wouldn't hear anything clearly unless one of the two fixed-wings responded to him.
The Pave Hawk's eyes dialed in on the Mustang as they peeled away. He saw the red and white stripes along the fuselage, and the navy blue of the wings. There was a name stenciled onto the tail, probably an alias. Convential planes would have no need for it; that 'Stang was of some public or sport position.
Satisfied with the description he had of the stranger, he turned his attention to the Cessna. Hopefully this Petra would take the hint along with her accomplice.
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Post by ebonyviper on Jan 3, 2007 16:37:39 GMT -5
Petra looked down again and saw another helo that she instantly recognized. Oh, scrap! It's Leslie!
She quickly aborted her dive and followed after Ari.
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Post by Orca on Jan 3, 2007 16:45:31 GMT -5
Ari waited until they were a fair distance from the security hanger, and back amidst the holding pattern before he dared to speak up. He wasn't disappointed that their plan had gone up in smoke. For the moment, he was just glad to get away. He knew a buggered, dead-serious security helo when he heard one.
He forced himself to laugh lightly, "Well, so much for Plan A, huh?"
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Post by ebonyviper on Jan 3, 2007 16:50:15 GMT -5
"Yeah, but there's gotta be a better way to get some entertainment without getting into trouble," said Petra.
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Post by Orca on Jan 3, 2007 16:57:57 GMT -5
"You said that's what you usually do when you're bored out of your mind," Ari pointed out, as he levelled his angle of glide off. He thought the scenario over for a moment. "There's always other targets to choose from, aren't there?"
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Post by Evangeline on Jan 3, 2007 19:29:05 GMT -5
"I'm surprised she wasn't trying to pull this with Otter this time around." Leslie sighed. "You should have seen the trouble they got into when they were visiting Radiator Springs a while back."
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Post by Razor Azura on Jan 3, 2007 22:51:22 GMT -5
((kk, thanks)) ((edit: sorry, accidently deleted the post somehow while I was modifyin and...yeah, reposting it.))
Jenny shook her head, "Naw, it's alright." she smiled, immediatly going back to her happy, spunky attitude, "guess I don't know my own stealth capabilities." she said, half joking, half serious.
She often had people not notice her, she was bigger than alot and sometimes it seemed as if she actually were invisible to others even on land....maybe that was just their way of avoiding confrontation.
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Post by ebonyviper on Jan 4, 2007 11:07:48 GMT -5
"Yeah, but we usually don't do this with military helos," replied Petra, "The Apaches are the ones we try to avoid because they have this peculiar thing that they do with their guns. There's two in particular that I would advice NOT to have them get mad at you or me named Xeron and Irene."
She looks down and looks around, "How about where the Reenactors hangar is located? Would that work?"
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Post by Orca on Jan 4, 2007 12:51:27 GMT -5
Xeron and Irene. Got it. Ari noted to himself, also taking the time to scan the ground for new potential targets. He was careful to look for people he did not recognize... namely the B-2s and the Avro Arrows. There was no need to mix it up with them, let alone a couple of Apaches.
"Reenactors' hanger?" he repeated, thinking the option over, "Possibly... Problem for us is finding which one it is."
Besides the large, dominating security center, there were several smaller ones scattered amidst the sea of tents and alleys. There were signs and big-block letter banners about, too. What kind of message were they looking for, "Reenactors' Center"?
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Post by Evangeline on Jan 4, 2007 21:50:55 GMT -5
Malcolm suddenly found himself "glommed" by something small and fast. Looking down, he saw a small olive-green Spitfire girl, about seven years old, looking up and grinning at him. "Hi, Uncle B*st*rd!"
"Excuse me," he said to Jenny. "I seem to have this spontaneous growth on my undercarriage. It looks just like my niece." He grinned at the child. "Hello, Robyn."
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Post by Razor Azura on Jan 5, 2007 0:32:48 GMT -5
Jennifer was surprised at the childs sudden appearance and her strange name for the plane in front of her. She only nodded to Malcolm's words and smiled, then watched for a moment.
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