Terry Mcginnis (batman2point0) wrote in parabolical, @ 2008-08-23 14:48:00 |
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Entry tags: | nathan petrelli, terry mcginnis |
Who:Terry Mcginnis and Nathan Petrelli
What:flying lessons!
When: after the sedative is mostly worn off.
Where: Hyperion Roof.
rating: PG? pg-13? no higher.
Status: in progress
This should be interesting. Terry hadn't ever given anyone flying lessons before, much less to a man who already knew how to fly. Then there were his flying lessons. They weren't exactly smooth sailing. Free falling was more the word he was looking for. Or maybe falling with style. That was a better way to put it. Finally after trial and error (mostly error), a near death experience or two, and many bottles of advil and pain killer for Wayne later he was a skilled pilot. Mostly. He still had his moments, his slip ups. They were showing, and mocking him as he pushed open the door that lead to the roof and uncloaked the plane.
He waited on Nathan who he still wasn't all that certain he could trust, but he trusted Max. He trusted her judgment more than she would ever know. Running a hand along the underbelly of the car where the paint was scrapped he winced. What had he been thinking to fly that drugged? Oh yeah. Escaping the scene of the crime before the "nice" killer returned. The car was sleek and its coat still pristine (minus the very obvious scraping), he walked around to look at the damage. He was dressed in the suit, but the hood was down. He needed it incase the car did something crazy. With this ancient technology tapped into it who knew. If something went wrong he could over ride the controls with the suit itself, so really Nathan was in no immediate danger even if something did go wrong.