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[color=6ecff6] Victoria Darya Romus "Vika" [/color][/color][/centre][/h2]
[h3][centre] [color=a2d39c]A restaurant that should not be open! . Finale day! [/color][/centre][/h3]


Victoria was glad, that awkward little momment could have gone massively far worse than it did. She had no real plans to make her life more complicated, however cute. Passionate and a excellent cook. Between her personal life and job she had several plates and those where piled high. [i][color=6ecff6]"Vy understand. Don t ask my sister about flying or Disney, she can go for hours. She vorks as a flight instructor. Disney, vi route for thr dark queen at times. Better style.

Better safe, I have more zan me to worry about. Kinda terrifying in a way. Kinda... Still not used to this. " [/color][/i] a little more comfortable finding her balence again and leaning against her cane for comfort, she could manage with out it, ish... But right now. Not as easily as Victoria liked or wanted to. [i][color=6ecff6]"food vas excellent. Best... Brunch? Luakfast? I've had in a good while. Plus tea.... How I miss real tea. 

Oh, Thankyou, affair, no. Ve do not need any more drama. We already have a cousin on the way, a scandal... Meet the parents and more... Ve crazy, but blood is always thicker than water."[/color][/i] the family was crazy, but at end of the day, family stuck together and that was a unbreakable line. Oh, yes not tell the manager. That might be a very good idea of she wanted good service when they returned in a few weeks. Well 2 to 3, hopefully. Victoria was pretty curious what the real food was like of that was just a taster. [i][color=6ecff6][/color][/i] His flirting made things a alittle more tricky and tried not to make herself too, well too flirty, just friendly. Urgh, how did she get into these messes, the damisl in distress and all. Though the long raven black hair highlighted in purples and blues carefully, pale skin with dark slate grey eyes did have a certain striking look.

Pulling her coat back on, hiding slightly how thin she really was. Victoria really should probbly be underweight if you where looking at things in medical details. OK she had been flirting slightly. But passively damn it... Why did she have to do that and make things complicated. In her head, she had a mental duel that could not be seen from outside. Her eyes hid things fairly well, the slate grey having a almost cool protective layer hiding her thoughts slightly. [i][color=6ecff6]"Vell. If he finds out... Remind his future customer is Lady Romus, and she is very grateful for your kind sample of your menu, and most interested to try more. And if that not work... Vy am not poor myself."[/color][/i] Smiling, she liked her little trick of it came to it. His meal could easily be repackaged as tempting in a prospective fancy customer saying he abit of a snob earlier. A pass go, collect 200 pounds. Least it would protect him from some of thr trouble. [i][color=6ecff6]"vou have my card if zere is a problem. Zou be careful if I'm in England. I always check my email. 

Vy will finish my tea and leave you be. I have lawyers to call, naps to nap, and sister to tell of what delightful food to expect. Thankyou for everything. The food was as good as the company."[/color][/i] OK she did not mean to flirt, just well she was the cooler sister but also the somewhat darker one. It all kinda went hand in hand, parts of a whole.

Going home sounded a good plan, the mansion despite the hacking still had fairly good physical security, cameras and alarms installed. Plus she could curl up in front of a fireplace if weather turned cold. Least she could think in peace. 



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[color=f6989d]Marinalia Romus Olympus "Mali" [/color][/color][/centre][/h2]
[h3][centre] [color=a2d39c]  Finale day . Luna Sports Temporary Helicopter Pad to airborn[/color][/centre][/h3]


[b]Finale Day [/b]


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Marinalia leaned back into her rather comfortable seat, damn she loved the good helicopters perks. So much better than wat passed for one in a DC7 but the upcoming LM 100J had some nice features, smooth ride thanks to the latest generation of turbo prop engines. Still the one she was in would hardly be a shabby ride, twin engines, controls sharp and new with no slack and real wear. Pretty much perfect, though a alittle twitchy in a few places and could do some with hours to refine things and get them into a propper sweet spot. 

If they had these on training side she might never of applied for flying the big civilian C130 model. It was a pretty good job, even if she had to do quite abit of training and be a Co pilot for a while. Cargo flights again but This time she swapped the grand old lady for the latest fashion model in comparison. 

Unprofessional or not, Marinalia still was a good, rather experienced helicopter pilot whom had flown in pretty much all conditions and had a hefty amount of flight hours total across single, twin, qaud aircraft and single and twin helicopters. With engines hot and ready, a careful increase slowly on the power bringing them off the ground without even as much as a jolt before they got above the shelter of the stands and the wind began to makw itself known, making a small twist into the direction for a smooth flight much as possible. Same route, just more comfortable. Who liked a rough one? 

Increasing the power and finally getting a chance to see what the more modern helicopter could do, reaching her planned height and route began a rapid and fluid serris of turns barely stopping one before beginning another as they weaved through h the citiws high rise district where the main highway and widest part lay. By the time the buildings lowered and sped over the Crona park area letting her open up the power and speed direct to Catalina. Well the idea Bob was hiding out in a fancy fucking hotel was suprising, and more.... Wow, hiding where everyone looked and all the paparazzi watched stars come and go was wither genius sideways thinking, utter overconfidence or sheer in ability to do anything with any subtly.... Which one was it.... All of them probbly... There where 3 brwains, some more drug addled than others. [i][color=f6989d]"one of the most stalked by press Hotels in the city... Wow. That's either genius or ego beyond measure. Not sure... Both perhaps. 

You do not know how glad I am to hear that news. I half expected the bastads to come out there holes after a few months, and continue there reign of.... Depravity. Whatever keeps those rats in there sewers is fine by me."[/color][/i]

Though smiling to herself thanks partly to the fancier aircraft in her hands, you probbly could still drink a cup of tea, not spill it and wear and pure white suit thoughout the slalam. Fast was smooth, smooth was fast and smooth you never relised what speeds you where doing. The news did genuinely lighten a weight on her mind, they where gone, finally truely gone and was free from them. No more little ghost haunting thr back of her mind even after the counseling and rather welcome distctions of a relationship. Swapping the mic back to whole comms, back to business, she could see a few sections on a computer screen in Central panels displaying the flight plan where would make a nice landing and exit route mapped out with minimal time on the ground or caught on the straight. A large short term restricted zone was also present limiting things a little. Much as Paige had said it was safe. Marinalia was taking exactly zero cnahces and treating this as so. [i][color=f6989d]"OK. Catalina side. When I land, go right. My exit is left and up. Paige you know the drill, Milo safety drill as your a nugget. keep low till your clear. Count to 5 at least and go till you stand up. Stay away from the rear 90-180 degrees zone. That's a quick way to be human salsa or have a great pirate costume for next haloween. I have never hurt a passenger in 9 years and I am not starting now, regardless of anything. 

Give me a spot. And il get you there Paige. 

Theres a emergency radio at base of tower. Should old man Murphy strike you." [/color][/i] 

Bringing the helicopter lower as they reached the coastline was not a show off stunt or anything, a simple calculated move to allow her to land on the island almost straight in without a turn, hover or corkscrew to lose altitude. It would not save much time but it would be direct in and out with little fuss or time wasted, and back over open water vey shortly after take off. Lower flight was not always trained. Not quite like that but it was a very useful skill especially in Alaska to hug the valleys and other features to protect rapidly changing weather and minimize swinging cargo that was a very bad idea. Not so professional but useful skills where useful skills and if they saved your life. It was better off dealing with paperwork hell than hurt or killed. 

The grey form a warship far ernough off thr coast but still worthy of notification. Maybe foreign or not... Those guys where always jumpy, and a little paranoid, but deserved so. A quick radio message would sort that. Swapping channels, better safe than sorry. [i][color=f6989d]"Unidentified warship. Flight plan filed to Catalina, straight and low on current course, return to Sol direct. Over."[/color][/i] Suprised to greeted by a professional Scottish voice with a clipped tone and a hint of break in monotony. [i][color=fdc68a]"Copy. Flight plan listed. Stay on course. Keep 5.0 miles out. Safe flight deadalus. Sharp gust North North West. Defender out."[/color][/i] it always was polite and wise to warn those higher up the food chain, especially the ones with spines and teeth. [i][color=f6989d]"Deadalus copies Defender. Thanks for the wind data. Good hunting defender. Over and out."[/color][/i]

Watching the controls, she kept a careful eye on instruments, her height and course keeping a close eye on traffic and the island quickly closed, lower and faster. The engine tone changed slightly as they hungered for more fuel, it was a alittle more stressful but Paige would be on the island and kicking dust fast as possible. 

Concentrating heavily. She gave a simple gesture that it was soon, and to be ready to jump off. [i][color=f6989d]"30 seconds to landing. If your going. Nows the time. Happy with the landing site?"[/color][/i] she had no idea of there plans, but ernough to know being in the middle was a awful idea. 

Checking quickly with Paige exactly where she wnated to be dropped off, there where a fair number of  sites that worked for both Paige and her exit route. It would be fairly easy to switch from low incoming to a hover about a foot or under off, them to exit and take off inside 5-10 seconds. Knowing the trouble Paige could attract, Marlin had no desire to sit on the ground for very long and it was fastest way to drop Paige and Milo off. A sharp turn on exit would have her safe, miles from the restricted bit of airspace and clear of Catalina with no fuss and wasted time. All in all. Her slightly dramatic plan was not quite as when you took down to the basics. Just a alittle less orpthadox but fast, and paige asked for fast. 

Everything made sense in the end, even if it required a alittle show and tell. 

Milo brought her a few questions but also he was quiet in the back, honestly she had not been sure what to expect from him given past history with Victoria. However this made the flight alot easier, even of her natural bias always swung to her family blood or otherwise regardless if in the wrong or right. Flying came a close second to that, she had a bug, and a bug never let her even consider quiting. Her slate grey eyes clearly in there elament from the edge of the vintage aviators.


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Finally posted :)