Robert/Mike
Robert was bored again. Sure, going out with G was fine, but racing for a few hours once a week didn't even come close to flying daily. hat and being stuck in a base didn't help. They needed transportation, ways to move easily. They also needed something different, and he knew one person that would help.
"Mike," he said as he put an arm around his shoulder. "It's getting warm again and humid, and all this asphalt doesn't help. We need to do something about it, and I have the perfect solution." He doubt that G would consider it perfect or even sane, but that was why he wasn't asking G, and with all these people with certification, they could pull it off without G being able to say anything.
"The beach. I looked into it. We can go to Coney Island. There's the beach, the boardwalk, plenty of food, the theme park. We don't even have to get up early," he said. "We can go after lunch, spend the afternoon at the beach, stay until late, come home when it gets dark. If we can get enough certified agents on board, we can bring everyone."