A weekend on at an airfield was just what Hal needed to wind down for a week. The planes at Ferris were obnoxiously fast and he loved them, but even he know how to take it slow once in a while. The garages at this particular strip held a number of Warbirds and Hal had, one more than one occasion, been allowed to fly them. The old planes, while rickety and outdated, made him feel a little closer to what had long been lost.
To his surprise, a new name had found it's way on the sheet of pilots and renters and he could not contain his gleeful grin. "Put the Mustang away. Something better just came along."
The music coming from the garage was the first clue that he had found her. There weren't many people around today with an appreciation for Andrew Sisters. "Tell me, Miss Legs, did you know a boogie-woogie bugle boy from Company B?" Hal was lounging casually against the open door, arms folded loosely across his chest with a confident smile. He may have taken a few minutes to watch her work before speaking up.