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Midgar, Day 1
Oct. 26th, 2008 09:14 pm"You ready? Belted in?" It's still pre-dawn up here on the top of the Shin-Ra building's Midgar office, but the hum of rotors and engine fill the air. He puts a hand over one ear to cover the headphone and speaks into the small microphone. Shin-Ra Three, ready for takeoff. There's a pause when the only thing that makes noise is the voice talkin' in his ear and the sound of the blades whirring.
Shin-Ra Three, you are cleared for departure.
"Shin-Ra Three departing." Shit, he could do this in his sleep. And considering how little sleep they got last night he practically is, but he's good at this. He's been piloting helicopters since he was seventeen, and he knows what he's doing so he ain't concerned in the least as the helicopter lifts and hovers over the city of Midgar in the last of the night's darkness. To the east, the sun's just starting to rise and they should be approaching the crater at the perfect time. Yeah, there's somethin' to be said for a guy who knows what he's doing.
Once they're off the roof and over the city heading north, he turns to Lara, who's got her own set of headphones on. Noise reduction's a necessary evil in these things and he may want to be a charming old drunk some day, but he wants to be a hearing charming old drunk. But he switches over to the chopper's inside microphone.
"Hey. Pretty lady. How do you like the view so far? Besides dark? Check this out." He swings the chopper around in a wide arc; in front of them now, the first rays of the morning sun peek out over the mountains.
It's a view he never gets tired of seein', and he hopes like fuck he never, ever does.
Shin-Ra Three, you are cleared for departure.
"Shin-Ra Three departing." Shit, he could do this in his sleep. And considering how little sleep they got last night he practically is, but he's good at this. He's been piloting helicopters since he was seventeen, and he knows what he's doing so he ain't concerned in the least as the helicopter lifts and hovers over the city of Midgar in the last of the night's darkness. To the east, the sun's just starting to rise and they should be approaching the crater at the perfect time. Yeah, there's somethin' to be said for a guy who knows what he's doing.
Once they're off the roof and over the city heading north, he turns to Lara, who's got her own set of headphones on. Noise reduction's a necessary evil in these things and he may want to be a charming old drunk some day, but he wants to be a hearing charming old drunk. But he switches over to the chopper's inside microphone.
"Hey. Pretty lady. How do you like the view so far? Besides dark? Check this out." He swings the chopper around in a wide arc; in front of them now, the first rays of the morning sun peek out over the mountains.
It's a view he never gets tired of seein', and he hopes like fuck he never, ever does.
