Marinalia Romus Olympus "Mali"
Finale day . Luna Sports Temporary Helicopter Pad to airborn
Marinalia,s day was turning out alot easier than she expected, firstly Paige was not running from a angry mob, explosions or godzilla attacks. . Though thr flight over she was not counting her chickens before they hatched, leayed eggs and where a roast dinner with gravy.
Once they broke the clouds and smoke Paige was rather quiet bar directing her to a landing site, cool, calm and professional she was a very diffrent person flying than Marinalia was on the ground. Glancing over she saw her load a pistol as Marlin had to adjust the power and fuel mix for coastal flight, luckily the led computer read outs made it like a smart phone, a very very expensive one. Least as a federal agent she did not have to remind there where very few or no non essential parts on a helicopter and holes meant very bad things.
As they came in a lower her instructor had been a real hard ass at times on precession all those years ago and that had stuck with her. Safety and if he said that you missed Mark by a inch or a metre it was a fail in his book. Though that lesson learned paid off dropping Paige odd precisely in the spot suggested, with little fuss and a gentle increase of power soon as they where clear, well that had been far less dramatic than her reputation had it potentially being. "Good luck, if your flying back. Sea planes gonna be roughest option with winds today."
A sharp turn away with a small kick opposite to test the speeds over island and also throw off anyone aiming her way on ultra rare odds, Milo and Paige where dropped off, safely. Her part done Marinalia was making a more relaxed flight back over the water radioing back abit taking a detour over the mountains, pretty route, clear of smoke and so then a flight back, and maybe a smoothie with her girlfriend if they had someone to watxh the helicopter.
As she hit the mountains climb, a quick adjustment to the power and fuel mix before the engines resumed the ideal engine note and all the systems lit ideal could conditions. Passing a stable block, and a slightly lower pass as she broke a ridge line onto a flater section of firrests and so. A large number of cars and so gathered by a cabin as she buzzed by and redirected a careful gentle curve to the sports field. Was not unusual though the tents, and what looked like in passing, liveried cars maybe. That was unusual though not worth turning round to take a look.
The flight "home" was easy, with a gentle touch down back onto the sports field, the main runway was closed temporarily as they where redirecting planes round the reminwnts of the smoke and debries needing the extra runways to reorganise everyone where they needed to be. It only took a minor disruption to throw a spanner in works. A few dozen switches later the engines where spinning down and swapped out the black armour she neber needed, but Paranoia had taught her to be prepared for anything and everything, then your never caught out.
Swapping to her neat uniform she jumped the small step down the cockpit to ground and headed inside to see if anything left at the smoothie bar not expecting to be flying until it was time to head back to the cargo airport. The gold stripes she worked so hard to earn on her jacket under the coat where hidden but her wings and badges still clearly where a pilot.
Grabbing a smoothie, sadly not as much mango left as Marinalia liked, no one used ernough mango though. It was abit hit and miss but they made a good smoothie for what was essentially left overs, and the left overs of there left overs. Still no power, though somehow everyone seemed to be getting along somehow... People seemed to be making the most of whatever happened.
Shame the coffee machine needed power... A long day needed coffee.
Her phone bleeped with updates on the current flight situation, the fires where getting under control so that should not be forever to wait. Maybe it was excesive but no one wnated to risk a aircraft losing a engine over a dense city, better safe than sorry. Plus she partly suspected, who ever ordered so had alternative reasons... Perhaps limiting mobility maybe. Who knew, the goverment types made no sense.
Sat back, she just hoped Paige and Milo got back safe from there adventure. She did not have anything against them, just a loyalty to her sister to a fault when it came down to it. If a marshal was flying somewhere, it was pribbly not a job for the peace corps.
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