Log: Falling Towards The Sky

[spectre_de_la_mort]

Who: Agent Louisiana, Sigma Ai, and Oquirrh
What: Ever wonder what the city looks like from above?
Where: Louisiana's safe house, Control vehicle bay/air space over Gulch
When: 6/25 Thursday
Warnings: Mild cursing, shenanigans involving two dorks in an aircraft with no doors, Sigma cooking


Louisiana slips out of the pillow fort and stretches out her arms. She hadn't expected to do that with Sigma so soon and especially because he didn't want to go home. However it beat him sleeping at the hospital. This guaranteed good sleep for him. Her not so much. She had waited for him to pass out in order to call Omega before getting her own rest.

She heads into the kitchen and makes two cups of coffee. Bringing them back to the fort, she gently nudges Sigma awake. They had a pretty exciting plan for the day. So it'd be best to make sure he started off in a good mood.

"Hey rise and shine, Rooks. We got a date with a Falcon today."

Comments

[ambitious_muse]

"I'm still trying to figure out those physical limits," he admits. "I'm pretty sure what we're doing today counts as an emotional limit, though. Unless you've given Oquirrh orders that I don't know about."

[spectre_de_la_mort]

"Mine or yours? Cause if the former, I hope you never do because that means we're in deep trouble," she remarks. "Not really. Oquirrh is a friend. This isn't exactly stressing."

[ambitious_muse]

"Not necessarily. I'm getting there in swimming. And my--Texas pushes my limit at training. That doesn't mean danger for you."

"I'm glad Oquirrh isn't going to try anything crazy. Not that I'm not excited. I just have never flown before."

[spectre_de_la_mort]

"I doubt you could ever be a threat," she teases. "Even if Texas trains you."

"She shouldn't do anything too over the top. I mean Falcons don't exactly have doors. You'll be strapped in though."

[ambitious_muse]

"Excuse me," he says. "I'm trying!"

"Wow, thanks. I'm both reassured and terrified at the same time."

[spectre_de_la_mort]

"I know you are. Still talking about a huge difference in experience though."

Louisiana laughs softly. "You've survived a Warthog. You can manage a Falcon, Rooks."

[ambitious_muse]

"It's true," he says. "And you're the professional. I'm just curious and trying to protect myself."

"There's a slight difference in the altitude of the two. But I'll tough it out."

[spectre_de_la_mort]

"You are definitely curious. That much I'll give you."

"You'll be fine," she says. "It's just a couple hundred feet give or take."

[ambitious_muse]

"Only," he says. "Well, we're about to see just now curious I am. How many hundreds of feet are involved in it, I mean."

[spectre_de_la_mort]

"I think I'm not going to tell you that. It's better for you to see for yourself than for me to tell you and psyche yourself out." Louisiana pulls up to the checkpoint for the depot and gets waved through.

"It wouldn't be good to have that after getting you both here."

[ambitious_muse]

"Trust me, even one hundred is more than enough," he says. "I'm fine not knowing for now."

They make it through the checkpoint easily enough. It looks like Oquirrh isn't in trouble after all.

[spectre_de_la_mort]

At least they made it through without trouble. No one recognizes Oquirrh. Louisiana drives around, bypassing low levels and other employees. They shouldn't pay them any heed so long as their group didn't drag attention to themselves.

[ambitious_muse]

Sigma keeps his head down. No reason to get anybody to look at the rookie, which would of course be the cover story. And an accurate one at that.

[spectre_de_la_mort]

She pulls over into an open hangar bay. Louisiana parks the warthog a couple of feet from an aircraft. An engineer was doing pre-flight check up. The turbines spinning idly as they worked.

"Here we are, guys. That right there is ours for the day."

[oquirrh_at_the_wheel]

If she weren't sitting in the back of the Warthog, Oquirrh would be jumping up and down.

"She's beautiful!" she says. She leaps up and rushes over to get a closer look.

[ambitious_muse]

"Somebody's excited," Sigma says. Not that he isn't. It's just funny seeing her get so worked up about an aircraft.

[spectre_de_la_mort]

"She's been training to fly one for a while," Louisiana admits to him. She watches as the engineer does at double take at the excited Oquirrh. They seemed more taken aback at the sudden enthusiasm breaking their quiet.

"I keep my promises. This was one of the ones for her."

[oquirrh_at_the_wheel]

Ignoring the engineer, she climbs into the pilot's seat, both to re-familiarize herself with the instruments and to join in on the pre-flight check. Thankfully, the engineer seems capable of asking her questions.

And they're no one who would recognize her voice, either.

[ambitious_muse]

"Oh?" he asks. "I mean. I know you do. And she's certainly glad of it."

Oquirrh's chatter is reassuring. He doesn't know what most of it means, but he believes the woman knows what she's doing. They'll be all right.

"So where do we sit?"

[spectre_de_la_mort]

"Of course you do. We've talked enough about them, right?" Louisiana heads over to the Falcon. With the engineer preoccupied, she goes into the open belly of the aircraft.

"This is where we'll be for the duration of the flight. Got seats right there." She points them out for him. "We can stand and move about once we're leveled."

[oquirrh_at_the_wheel]

"You two ready?" Oquirrh calls back. "We're almost done with preflight."

Still bouncing in her seat, she straps herself in. Time to fly!

[ambitious_muse]

"We have definitely talked about them," he says, smiling.

"Wait, we can. We're going to what now?"

That sounds horrifying. She won't blame him if he leaves his restraint on, right? He sits down and starts to figure out the straps.

[spectre_de_la_mort]

Louisiana calls out. "Give us one second and we'll be all set."

She goes over to Sigma and helps with his straps. Once he's secured, Louisiana gets a firm grip overhead. After so many ops in these aircraft her legs were used to the jostling during take off.

"Alright. Start it up."

[oquirrh_at_the_wheel]

"Yes ma'am," she calls back. The engineers are clear and a staff member waves everyone else away. Oquirrh starts the engine, grinning at the way the machine hums to life around her.

"Hi there," she whispers to it. "Let's go explore the city, shall we?"

[ambitious_muse]

The Falcon comes to life with about the same violence as a Warthog, if more volume. It's reassuring, actually. If he doesn't look at the ground, he won't have to know how high up they are.

At first he's worried about Louisiana standing up, yet seeing her take to their ride with such poise calms him. She has probably done this many times before. Of course she's confident, and of course he'll be safe. He relaxes against the seat and watches the sky grow closer.