Talk:Abandoned Industries/Old Warehouse/@comment-3560733-20141227231256/@comment-3560733-20150115082131

"Nah, I've been to the Wastes plenty of times. I've got it handled," he said as he began to check his instruments and taking his place, standing in the middle of the cockpit, "Everyone in?" Once he was assured that everyone was aboard the plane, their supplies were checked and stored, and that everyone was seated in the back, the pilot grabbed a mic and began to speak into it. The speakers across the plane rang out with his voice in a bit of a garbled tone, "Everyone, this is your captain speaking. Just a bit of fair warning, take off is gonna be a bitch. Been 'bout seven years since I flied one of these things and it was a military plane; not real used to passengers. Also, we doh'n have a runway so Imma improvise that bit." The speakers clicked off as the pilot dropped the mic and left it hanging on the side of the shelf he got it from. He raised his hands and began to perform the rather complex machinations that it took to pilot a plane. The plane began to roll forwards and turn toward the exit slowly. Upon exiting the building the pilot headed toward the nearest major road he could find that was large enough to fit them. He found his way to the main highway that ran down the city and connected to Silk Road Bridge. As the plane sputtered forward, cars began to honk and swerve in order to avoid the plane and warn others. The pilot directed the plane down the makeshift runway and slowly pulled up before reaching the bridge. They cleared it with a high enough margin that he wasn't worried and he directed the plane toward the south and steadied their course. After leveling their altitude, the man stabilized the instruments and brought his arms down. He picked the mic back up and clicked it on once more, "Well, that was hella fun; hope they don't send police zeppelins afta us."

This RP will now continue on the Stolen Plane page.