[h2][centre] [color=a2d39c]Marilnalia Romus. Sol International [/color][/centre][/h2] [h3][centre] [color=a2d39c]Wednesday, main airport. And after a few days later. The Chapter one Epilogue [/color][/centre][/h3] [hr] Marinalia felt things did not work out well but just gave up trying to fight that particular argument in her head as he turned to leave for his flight. Yeah, she was a mess, and needed some time to get her head straight. Joels parting words did carry with her... Office work was not her thing and gave her too much time to think over everything that happened. Waving to joel with abit of a resigned wave, life was just... Strange right now. [i][color=f6989d]Have a safe flight.. Maybe see you when you get back. [/color][/i] Turning, she saw him vanish into the checkout gates, "This office stuff doesn't suit you". Quietly to herself, yeah... Maybe Ivan hm was about and had somthing late or delayed...[color=f6989d]"Yeah..well if we never meet again... You where right." [/color] Heading into the office at dispatch and various pilot related tasks, she soon found Ivan, with a large coffee mug. She needed to fly again, even if was testing some planes that had just been repaired. She could fly thr majority of their non jet fleet, with a a little bit of time to read a manual. She never quite saw the apeal of flying jets, thr big ones where like flying a building. Everything was soo so slow at responding to a simple turn, landing was mostly on computers. It was like... Not flying but more a glorified button control. [i][color=f6989d]know I'm off flight, but I'm going insane on the ground.. I a. Willing to take any gig you got. Just get me somthing with a engine and contol columns. Gotta be a job round here that needs doing... [/color][/i] A short while later and a quick stop by the medical section they had a gap on maternity leave at the flight training, and Marinalias 9 years experience on multiple continents plus helicopters and fixed wing made it pretty easy to convince the manager to let her help out. She already had been training someone to pass there helicopter liscense, and enjoyed it. If it gave her more time in the air, well flying cargo was kinda lonely at times... Maybe she would stick around and take the contract extension. ... Later wensday Marinalia was queueing through old harbour as it seemed every single car was crawling about a fraction of regular speed, tail. Backs on the main road and more. Great, it was gonna take a while to clear. Clicking thr sat nav and finding a way round abit, not perfect but would cut out a abit taking a side road. Passing a modern apartment building... Well that was the delay. Ambulance, police cars and more all on mass outside a building, a few police looked abit jumpy as she nosed out a side road next to it, though they only had closed off main road atleast, it was open and she just wanted to get home. Hopefully whatever this palava going on was, it was not as serious as it looked. Seeing a few vans about joining the mass of first responders and law enforcement, yep definitely right choice going round. Forensics ans more.. That was going to be in the news for sure even if just about the traffic. A few minutes later she home, yep. Old Harbour traffic due to police incident, no further details. Bar some passer by shouting claiming some strange theory, making a anti police protest for the cameras. Nutty that one... ... A few days later, she was headed back to old Sol Airport, the flight instructor role had slotted naturally in and once she got used to things.. It was more flight hours, less paperwork and she was starting to feel better about things. Sure it had its frustrating moments and some of the ones they got where a tad... Well they be lucky to fly a drone... But for the most part it was great. More regular hours, more flight time and the pay was the same pretty much. In fact with helicopters, single, double and quad engines it had gone up a a little. She sti kept her neat office uniform just Incase.. She had to admit it looked pretty damn nice on her. When she wanted to wear it anyway. In a change of heart and deciding it might be better, she had made a small but important change, her ID now listed as Marinalia Romus Olympus, instead of Marilania R Olympus. She began to relise she might be abit more like her father at times than he thought. Maybe she had finaly found somthing decent in the degenerate pit of a city. Texting as she waited for her student to come out of the briefing, she did her final checks on fuel and made sure the rotars looked good, oil was topped. The sun was out, aviators on, wings gleaming and her trademark coffee in hand. She had a full international plan. Foreign family and all.... [i][color=f6989d]Hey...things went.. Weird. You where right though. Why are you always right? . Whatever happens between us. Thanks. I found job that's making me happy. I'm flying again, teaching new pilots. Life's turning around slowly, and.. Thanks for the nudge, intended or not. Marlin. [/color][/i] With a quick re Read, and a send, locking the harness as she kept a close eye on her pupil, clicking the start up checks and sequences into place. They where a a fast learner, maybe try a landing at the ruins of a old industrialists Manor, long abdonned the large woods, cross winds and rougher surface would be a good test of what they learned. [i][color=f6989d]Great your learning fast. So ease her up slow up to 750 altitude then we do a turn to South South East. Keep us at 130-150 MPH We got a strong wind to West, 35 knots. So watch your drift. Get rougher if your go above 1000 for now. 750 is where you want to be. When your ready.[/color][/i] The skies awaited. [@Pilatus]