[hr] [center][h2][b]Joel Nicolosi[/b][/h2][/center] As Joel stepped out the door the temperature difference was noticeable even after just a few minutes inside. The night was peaceful enough though and there was little ambient noise like the constant hum of the city. Somewhere a radial engine turned over in the distance and it made him take pause and glance up. He exhaled lightly to see his breath vapor form and then dissipate in the crisp air as he looked up able to actually see stars without the wash of light pollution. For a fleeting second he thought of places that he’d rather be, but the thought, like his breath, was gone in less than a second. “Alright Miss Mali, your chariot awaits.” He said opening the passenger door for her not because he was chivalrous, however mostly because the handle was flush with the door making it hard to see at night and he wanted to observe the look on her face. She was still apprehensive and he thought briefly that maybe he should’ve just left it alone and went on about his business. His mouth had got him into trouble many times before. Admittedly like her, being cooped up in that shop for days on end wasn’t any good for him either and this casual rendezvous after running from the police was a nice change. He couldn’t remember where he’d heard it, the expression, [i]No man is an island[/i] came to mind. He merely listened to her talk as he went through the same start up procedure. In this setting he was in his element, but he stopped short of pushing the ignition to let her finish; smirking a little at her threats, more interested in her story of the jazz night. “Someone tried to [i]drug[/i] you?” He questioned with some astonishment. He hadn’t been able to see anything that actually happened on the inside. He’d read the news of course and that particular item had not been mentioned in the local rags. He reached up and turned off the scanner then pushed the ignition waking the engine from its momentary rest. The sound reverberated in the cold as he reversed and headed for the gate. The gate opened automatically and he eased out to the flight line. It was a view he rather enjoyed: The scattered markers of the taxiways in blue and green, the rotating beacon atop the old control tower in the distance and the soft glow of Sol City back to the east. Various aircraft were nosed up to their cargo stands. A Daedalus MD-11 was being loaded while the DC-3 they heard earlier was taxiing away, most likely bound for a dirt strip up north. In the distance he could make out a newer Gulfstream parked and two Navy P-8’s. “I was at the Jazz night, so to speak.” He said. His tone more even than before and his eyes scanned around for any unforeseen obstruction. “But I wasn’t inside… I had a truck to work on and needed a part from the warehouse up by the record shop, all I saw was the chopper parked out front.” He stopped and gave-way to a lift truck returning a wave from the driver. “Read the rest on the news, I’ve heard of the company, didn’t know those delinquents had a pet name for themselves, though.” Joel pulled up to some parking outside the warehouse. She’d at least saved him a walk in the cold. The warehouse featured some heat, but it fought against the constant opening and closing of bay doors. Inside he strolled along the high aisles examining the multitude of items boxed and wrapped and crated in various configurations being completely content with its perfection in organization. “I thought I read that Cuban was on some kind of probation, had ankle tether and everything. You gonna press charges?” Joel was an ardent devourer of news and often knew more than he let on and things were starting to come together in his head as they walked. [hr] [h2] [centre] [color=f6989d]Marinalia (Romus) Olympus[/color] [/centre] [/h2] [color=c4df9b][h3] [centre] Old Sol Airport . Wednesday Evening [/centre] [/h3] [/color] She saw the car, and it was perfectly smooth, flush handles, lights, thr lot. If it was welded doors too, nope that would be rather undignified to say the least. The airport was never quiet even on night shift the sound of engines, machines or people never stopped. Climbing in the racing seats and harness where not made for comfort, no carpets, even the dash was bare holes in a metal framework. Marinalia much preferred air con and having a cup holder. He seemed to be hesitant, well she had kinda unloaded on him, and dispute being a stranger it seemed almost easier than having to tell her family at times. Yeah it was true and it never made any tabloid as all the chaos, the only ones who knew where Milo, Ren, Victoria, her family and the scumbags. It took a few goes to secure the racing harness, similar of a aircraft but different ernough to have her take several attempts at getting the harness order right. [i][color=f6989d]thanks, though my chariot has air con and a cup holder. [/color][/i] With a slightly voice tone shift, he was Suprised, but those jerk seemed to think they ran the city. [i][color=f6989d]honestly, yes. Some foul mixture in a gold goblet. His idiot freind, I'd rather become a nun than even hold his hand. [/color][/i] They where headed into the airport proper now, the cargo office was inside the first ring of fencing but the active runways where fenced and gated for security. In recent years armed guards had started to become more regular as Sol city was worried about the remote airports security half an hour or more from main police HQ. Trucks, aircraft. He was taking care to obey rules. Well when a employee with you it was hard not to have a choice. [i][color=f6989d]you where outside. Better off. First time I get a night out with my sister in months and well. Cursed. Yeah. Perfect pose or some nauseating rubbish. .[/color][/i] The chopper, yeah, some civilian mod version of a medium lift, Marilania could tell it was not regular from afar and it's pilot was definitely skilled though had little fair for his rotar position. He could of killed alot of people. [i][color=f6989d] I could tell you the model if it was lighter. They broke multiple flight rules. How they even keep there damned liscense to run that thing. [/color] [/i] Entering the warehouse, it was brightly lit and almost every corner was rigged with cameras, the value of goods coming in from Asia meant security here was higher and felt a bit safer, knowing the spots she stood exactly in line of one of the main camera arrays. He was checking his slot, alot of people used the place for storage and everything was insured here. There must of been millions of dollers in cargo in this single warehouse. Leaning against a rack of large pallets stacked up. [i][color=f6989d] I contacted police. They waiting on my blood test to see of I was... Even then. Daddy will probbly try and bail the fat ball out. The regular cops hate it, they love to throw them in cells. [/color][/i] Adfing thr last big with disgust. Had he not had his private army someone would of beaten him up, helicopters and a bunch of goons make a big difference. She had rambled on, and on. Turn around time.. [i][color=f6989d]so whilst I have vented half my life at you... Hwho is this Joel and what does he do in this fine city bar import alot of money in Japanese car parts. [/color][/i]