[b][center][h2]Joel Nicolosi[/h2][/center][/b]

After winning the Sol City Grand Prix a lot of things tended to come by much easier. For Sol City, the closest people they had to celebrities were Tommy and his NFL fame with the Angels, then there was useless Ethan and the Sirens, but Joel was the most [i]recent[/i] and though the fanfare of his initial victory had died down, his involvement with Rebellion had kept the fire stoked with interest. The relative obscurity of auto racing was enough to usually make the notoriety bearable, but he knew he was still Sol City’s flavor of the month in many ways. The mayor had essentially given him and Tommy the key to the city and specifically with that, Joel wanted master access to Old Sol Airport for his imports. After some paperwork with City Hall, a substantial background check and the approval of the Federal authorities at the behest of their State Senator, he could come and go on the property as he pleased. No more checking in at the front desk. He merely swiped his magnetic badge over the reader and the gates to the tarmac and hangars opened in front of the GTR.

There was something about the airport that just felt colder than anywhere else. Maybe the absence of trees to break up the slightest breeze or the expanse of lifeless, jointed concrete and steel-framed structures- It was damn cold in the open and it bit through his long sleeve black t-shirt. He didn’t wear anything Rebellion related on the off chance someone was taking photos of him conducting business outside of the team’s per view. His shirt only sported the classic [url=http://www.selective-group.com/images/Prodrive-Logo.jpg][i]Prodrive[/i][/url] logo with jeans and sneakers. He was easing down the travel lane when he turned the corner and could see the unmistakable red, white and blue livery of a [url=https://www.copybook.com/img/pib1859s43941/british-airways-air-freight.jpg?v=1509463589]British Airways Cargo 747[/url] down the flightline in front of the Daedalus hangar. There was still some activity buzzing around the enormous aircraft as the freight elevator was pulled away and the nose cone began to close. He glanced briefly at his watch. He was right on time. 

The growling hum of the GTR rippled across the hangars as he approached, most of which were closed off from the cold as he passed by a bright yellow DHL 757 and a FedEx MD-10 in various stages of turn-around while he made his way down the line. The main Daedalus hangar was open. He coasted into the bright interior and it was nearly like transitioning from night to day. The bright white lights hummed off the subdued black exterior of the GTR. Inside, what looked like a Daedalus branded C-130 was in mid-check with one of the starboard engines on a dolley while two passenger service helicopters were being inspected on other side of the floor. Even with the three aircraft, there was still ample room for another C-130 inside the hangar, but in center of the floor was a single covered skid along with a black SUV making the scene [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/4689246]very familiar[/url]. He patted the steering wheel before shutting the engine down. “Don’t you get jealous now.” He said as if he were talking to a pet. 

The floor of the hangar was spotless and freshly cleaned as he stepped out; something he could appreciate greatly. His sneaker made a slight squeak as he closed the door and walked over while the hangar closed behind him.