Hal Jordan (ringshit) wrote in newalliance, @ 2012-06-29 13:57:00 |
|
|||
Entry tags: | hal jordan, lady blackhawk |
Who: Hal Jordan & Zinda Blake
What: A race of egos on the airfield leads to a tie.
Where: Airfield outside of NYC
When: June 29, 2012
Rating: PG-13
No. No, no, no. There was no way that they had tied. Hal had vocalized the point immediately after vacating the cockpit after his run. A course had been set up around the airfield and the two pilots were forced to take turns. Fastest time around the course won. No second chances. Hal had insisted that Zinda be first and when her time was clocked, he knew he had a real challenge, but he never expected this.
His plane had just landed when his time was recited to him and he had made an eager escape out of the cockpit, his helmet tossed aside carelessly on the strip. "A tie?" he scoffed, shaking his head. "There's no way. Get back in your plane because we're doing this again."
George, the airfield manager, looked between the two pilots and shook his head. "You can't. You needed the strip for two hours, you got, but there are other pilots, Jordan. You can reschedule."
Hal dropped his hands to his hips and cast a glance towards Zinda. "How are we going to settle this, Lady Legs?"