Sauk and the Tomcats Sickbites--The UH-60 Black Hawk was returning home from one of his daily flights, heading back for Propwash Junction at a steady pase, his rotor giving away his pressence to the planes and cars on the ground, the closer he got. His eyes flickered around, scanning the area, the runways, everything.He didn't need a runway to land on, but rather just a blank spot of asphalt, though it seemed that many, if not all of the residents of Propwash were very busy and almost constantly driving around, planes taking off every now and then, and newcomers landing. He narrowed his eyes and felt how he was growing impatient.Then finally, after a while, there was a gap where he could land, and he went for i. His rotors continiously spinning until he was standing solid on the ground before the speed of the rotors slowly decreased, until they were still at least. SOme of the buildings in the town were too small for him to enter, even some of the hangars were too small for him, except for a few.He was
New to PropwashspringsShe was the big healthy fighter in shades of blue. She didn't know what to expect making this move to Propwashsprings. She had bought the Hangar after looking at photos of it. It looked nice in the pictures. It was white with brown trim. The pamphlet on it said it had a kitchen. She was thinking about this as she descended toward the airstrip. It was a lot greener looking than her last duty station Point Mugu. Her job there had been shooting off missiles for the Reapers to shoot down. How long would she stay in Propwash junction and who would she meet? That remained to be seen.She circled around and lined up with the end of the runway. She looked like a turkey with her wings open and her flaps down. She was sure she was being gawked at. She could see planes on the flight line. Her wheels touched down and made a small screech as they kicked up some dust. She was appreciative of this gentle landing
Red Tail Part 2 Lydia, Carter and Spooner had Red Tail all shined up. She was looking better today as they all sat on the lawn and sunned themselves. Spooner now had his turn at feeding the big 'Cat'. Spooner had put her cream in a much larger bottle. She was sucking it down. He could hear her gulping it. "Her wings look much more tidy today," said Lydia. "The newspaper is waay late. I wonder if that hurricane washed away our paper boy", grumbled Carter. There came waddling down the street what appeared to be a Crop Duster. He was in shades of gray with a brown cranium and brown under his blue eyes. His three bladed prop was brown too. He was humming to himself as flipped the paper from his sack onto porches. He was stained orange about the mouth and prop from eating cheese puffs. &
Red Tail Carter, the Backhoe was picking the gravel from his tires as he watched the weather channel. Hurricane Wallace had just hit the coast of Oceania. "Wallace is the worst Hurricane in fifty years," Roger, Helicopter newscaster said. "We are looking at 120 mile hour winds as it slams into the coastline. This the first time Oceania has seen a storm this severe. It threatens several communities out there". "You know we will be doing rescues," said Lydia," a Backhoe. "There's a ladies retirement home right out there". "You mean the woman Veteran's home?" asked Carter. "The very one. They don't let too many people in there these days since that F-35 Sybil Peterson took over its management. I have a good friend in there, a PBY Catalina, Maggie.