Data4
Arcane
After smoking a couple of cigarettes and taking a dump with the lavatory door open, I realized I had a conundrum. The co-pilot, crew, and all of the passengers have mysteriously disappeared. Furthermore, I've come to the startling revelation that I am a vampire that can be out in the sun.
Though I needed to head east to D.C. to figure out what was going on, I realized that the 737 I was in left me vulnerable. I needed to be able to get places fast and stealthy. So, with that in mind, I diverted south to Edwards AFB, and commandeered the one Blackbird they still kept in a back garage.
With no time to spare, I lit the fires and went mo'fukkin ballistic.
In no time, I was up to 85,000 feet, cruising along in excess of Mach 3. At this rate of speed, I'd make it to D.C. about 2 hours, so I had to get my wits about me. What was going on? Where did everyone go? I kept the radio open, tuning into every control sector I passed through, but no one would respond to my requests for contact.
Soon enough, D.C. was coming up fast, so I lowered my speed to subsonic levels and dropped down to 3000 feet to enter the approach pattern into Dulles International. A quick glance to my left, and I could see D.C., just barely able to make out the Capital Building and the Washington Monument, among the other many iconic structures of the city.
The approach and landing were uneventful. No one was there to greet me anyway. I just picked a convenient runway and brought the Blackbird down without a fuss.
I taxiied the aircraft over to the SUPAR SEKRET hangar on the north end of the field and entered the correct code to get in. Don't ask me how I knew it. Might have been some preternatural vampiric ESP or something.
Nevertheless, I climbed into the hidden helicopter and made an immediate departure for the White House. Like everywhere else, the place was barren, so I decided to just park Airwolf in the yard and call it a night in the Lincoln Bedroom. I'll figure out what to do tomorrow.
Though I needed to head east to D.C. to figure out what was going on, I realized that the 737 I was in left me vulnerable. I needed to be able to get places fast and stealthy. So, with that in mind, I diverted south to Edwards AFB, and commandeered the one Blackbird they still kept in a back garage.
With no time to spare, I lit the fires and went mo'fukkin ballistic.
In no time, I was up to 85,000 feet, cruising along in excess of Mach 3. At this rate of speed, I'd make it to D.C. about 2 hours, so I had to get my wits about me. What was going on? Where did everyone go? I kept the radio open, tuning into every control sector I passed through, but no one would respond to my requests for contact.
Soon enough, D.C. was coming up fast, so I lowered my speed to subsonic levels and dropped down to 3000 feet to enter the approach pattern into Dulles International. A quick glance to my left, and I could see D.C., just barely able to make out the Capital Building and the Washington Monument, among the other many iconic structures of the city.
The approach and landing were uneventful. No one was there to greet me anyway. I just picked a convenient runway and brought the Blackbird down without a fuss.
I taxiied the aircraft over to the SUPAR SEKRET hangar on the north end of the field and entered the correct code to get in. Don't ask me how I knew it. Might have been some preternatural vampiric ESP or something.
Nevertheless, I climbed into the hidden helicopter and made an immediate departure for the White House. Like everywhere else, the place was barren, so I decided to just park Airwolf in the yard and call it a night in the Lincoln Bedroom. I'll figure out what to do tomorrow.
