Golden Falcon
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Yeah, we should all be so lucky to have a great union construction job with great work rules and benefits!He's the construction worker turned 777 captain.
Jean-Claude Van Damme IS: Riddle Ace: The Beginning.
Frame resolves from blackness to reveal TODD squinting at the horizon. The wind is blowing a gentle 5 knots directly across the 10,000 ft runway. The summer heat is sending up thermals from the tarmac. Somewhere in the distance a tinny boom box is playing "Danger Zone". TODD places $150 aviator shades on his face.
TODD: <Eyebrows still furrowed in Serious Face> Much better.
BRAD enters stage left looking alarmingly red and slightly faint, perhaps due to his nomex flight suit which is covered in FLIGHT TEAM patches. TODD and BRAD glance at each other and instantly each stand on one leg, make awkward talons of their hands, and scratch at the air in front of them.
TODD&BRAD: CAWWWW CAWWWW CAWWWW!
BRAD: Hey dude! Jesus, that's an awesome hat bra, but why don't you have an ERAU symbol on it?
TODD: Brad. Sometimes I wonder whether you were even awake at indoc. I wear no brass because a Riddle Education can take you ANYWHERE YOU WANT TO BE. They do the same thing at Harvard.
BRAD: Gosh. I didn't know that. Would you like to go through the student handbook with me again? I feel like I'm falling behind.
TODD: No time for that now, Brad. There's trouble on the flightline.
Camera pans to approach end of the runway. In the distance, we see a CESSNA 172 yawing wildly back and forth as it descends towards the runway. The engine can be heard going from idle to full power over and over again.
TODD: It's Adam and Steve. They took one of the G1000 172s out this morning without even talking to a dispatcher. It's too much airplane for them in this sort of wind. <eyebrows furrow even further>...unless...
TODD rips off his Ray Bans and starts running. BRAD follows.
CUT TO COCKPIT OF 172. ADAM and STEVE are sitting side by side in matching flight suits. Both are sweating profusely. ADAM, sitting in the left seat is banging the control wheel back and forth and dancing on the rudder pedals.
ADAM: Steve. Steve. I can't see anything! Wipe my brow.
STEVE produces a neatly folded handkerchief from one his velcroed pockets and dabs futilely at ADAM's forehead. ADAM grabs STEVE's hand briefly. The exchange a long glance.
ADAM: Nevermind, there's no time for that now. Here we go. If things go wrong, remember that I regret nothing.
<to be continued?>
That is how you can tell you're going to an elite flight school. They all have bridge programs, Key-Bank loans, and that guy in the ads!
Key Bank no longer gives aviation loans. Gotta mortgage your parents house these days.
He looks like an Airnet dude that used to be in Boston back in the mid 90's. I don't remember his name.
Would always be complaining about the Baron, the Aerostar, the weather, the hours, his girlfriend, the TV channel, ATC, the popcorn, ahh, it didn't matter. He was such a pain to all of us while we were trying to catch some zzz's with his complaining. All you freight dogs know the type.
Somebody pissed on him one night when he finally shut up and fell asleep. He quit Airnet next night.
Finally found his calling, I see,,,,,,,
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