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ATWC 053 - Greenland to Iceland (Part 2 of 2)


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After landing at Keflavik, Alain and Sam settled back for the night. The previous flight was very exhaustive and the next one was to be no different. Well; it may turn out to be very different...

Sam awoke first next morning, and rushed to breakfast before Alain. Alain finally joined Sam at Breakfast fourty-three minutes later. He blamed his lack of promptness due to a sore throat; a result of him shouting too much at Sam the previous day.

Alain: What'cha reckon to that message yesterday?

Sam: Yeah. Weird huh? I never knew the IRS could talk.

Alain: No you senseless moron! Someone obviously hacked the IRS externally.

Sam: Who do you think it was?

Alain: Note a clue mate, sorry.

After breakfast, Sam and Alain both retired to bed for the day. They would begin their final flight late in the afternoon.

Waking at 5:00PM, Alain and Sam prepped themselves for what was to be a very simple, short flight. Or so they thought...

Sam: ... Yeah, it's 29 out of Keflavik then straight over to Egilsstaor. The approach looks a little tought for a 767, but nothing we can't handle.

Alain: Or so you say...

Sam: What's with you this morning?

Alain: It's that message. It just hasn't left my mind.

Sam: Don't worry about it. Probably just some joker.

Alain: Alright. Lets get moving.

Alain and Sam sprinted outside to greet their 767. Like the last flight, the weather was once again acceptable but rainy and grey.

Alain: What the...

Sam: Hell...

Alain: WHERE THE HECK IS THE 767!!!

Sam: I'll be right back...

Sam ran into the reception of Keflavik airport and informed the clerk to the aircraft's whereabouts.

Sam: Hi there. We had a 767 sitting out on the apron. You know, big metal thing with wings. It has gone.

Receptionist: Ahhh... Yes. Some bozo named "Alain" took it out earlier.

Sam: You just let him take a 100 Tonne jet out without asking any questions, asking for any documentation, identity...

Reception: Hey chill. It's Christmas.

Sam: Grrr!

Sam recluctantly walked back to the now soaked and even more enraged Alain.

Alain: Well?

Sam: Erm. How important is this next flight. Can it wait?

Alain: Definitely not.

Sam: In that case, we're doomed.

Alain: Why?

Sam: Someone checked the aircraft out later today, with the baton.

Alain: Oh dear. Excuse me for a second...

WHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYHOWHOWHOWHOWHOWWHYWHYWHYWHYHOWHOWHOWARRGGGHGHGHGHGHGGH!!!!!!!!!!******??!!!!!!!!!!

Sam: Yeah. You seem pretty ticked off. But at least there's one good come out of all this; we know who wrote that message on the IRS.

Alain: <>>>???!!!*****//////!!!!!!!!!!!!!!**************************

Sam: I'll... Urrggh... Get us another aircraft.

Alain: WHATS THE POINT WHEN WE HAVE NO BATON?

Sam: I've got a feeling it'll turn up. Trust me for once.

Sam raced back yet again to the receptionist and enquired about an alternative form of transport.

Sam: Hi again. Do you have any other aircraft available?

Receptionist: Maybe.

Sam: Awesome. There's a lovely, cozy A320 sitting out there.

Receptionist: Sorry, no can do. The cockpit throttle levers don't react to the pilots movements so... It's the A300 or nothing.

Sam: Sorry, what was that? Sounded like you said A300 for a second there.

Receptionist: You heard correctly. She flies... But there's no heating. Well, when I say none there's a little bit.

Sam: Oh dear god. I vowed never to touch an A300 after.. The incident. But I guess I have no choice.

Receptionist: Yeah... No heating, autobrakes are spotty, occasional Autopilot problems...

Sam: Seriously... Are you sure it wouldn't be easier just to check out the A320? It sounds safer and less... Er... Cold.

Receptionist: A300 or nothing. On your bike.

Sam: Grrr...

Receptionist: Happy Christmas!

Sam sprinted back on the tarmac and told Alain the news. The result? Well... Lets just say airport security was put on high alert.

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Sam had retreated to the cockpit during Alain's enragement. He proceeded to do the pre-flight procedures all by himself...

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Sam: Whoa... This cockpit sure looks ghostly without anyone here.

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Just as Sam prepared to start the engines, a familiar figure appeared in the cockpit...

Alain: I'm really, really sorry Sam.

Sam: No problem. Just glda you made it. Jump in the Captain's seat and keep me company.

Alain: No... You do. You will be a better Captain than me.

Sam: IS this a promotion?

Alain: More than a promotion. It's a vacation. Now hustle!

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The beaitful Atalia livery immediately drew a crowd around the airport...

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Sam: Affirm ground. Brakes are on and we need pushback.

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Alain: Go go go. That baton isn't going to find itself.

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Sam: Wipers on...

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Keflavik Tower: Rusty30errrr... Airbus 3025 you are cleared for takeoff runway 29.

Alain: Cleared for 29 departure, Airbus 3025

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FULL POWER!

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Owing to the seemingly unhealthy state of the aircraft, the likelihood of a civilian casualty planespotting at the end of the runway was extremely high. Police were called to ensure no bystanders got an shots of the takeoff...

Sam: Right to 230

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Sam: Dammit! She's entered a stall. Must be that faulty Autopilot!!! GRRR!!!

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Alain: Outta the stall. Can't beat that feeling.

Sam: Aye. What a beautiful sunset. Just like the approach to Keflavik the other day.

Alain: Ohhhhhhhh yeahhhh!!!

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Alain: Any sign of the baton?

Sam: Not yet...

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Alain: SimCheck?

Sam: Yeah the last people to fly this 'Bus slapped stickers all over it. Look on the yoke!

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Alain: DAMN! Another stall!

Sam and Alain's flying had produced a rather strange series of contrails visible from the ground... The FAA had been alerted.

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Sam: Lets just cruise a FL220. I don't think she can make it up to FL360

Alain: Amen to that!

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As the sun continued to set over Iceland, the pair prepared for an extremely tricky, dark, and icy approach into Eglisstaor.

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Alain: Lights on

Sam: Affirm

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Alain: Right... I think we should descend now. We can't get any more lost.

Sam: Fair enough. But I wouldn't say we're lost...

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The pair became ever more nervous as the civilisation of Iceland became ever more apparent in their glareshield.

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Sam: Runway in sight!

Alain: We're waaaaaay to high. Circle her round here.

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Sam: GEAR DOWN

Eglisstaor Tower: Airbus 2035, you are cleared to land. Caution, extreme icing on runway.

Alain: Copy, Airbus 2035.

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Sam: Dear god. This is just incredible.

Alain: Hold on Sammy boy. You're doing a great job.

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Alain: Beautiful... Flare... Flare...

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TOUCHDOWN

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Sam: ALAIN! TAKE THE RUDDER! THE ICING IS TOO STRONG!

Alain: Urgggghgh!

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Ahhhhh........

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Alain: Well, it may be wet and icy outside. But we made it.

Sam: That's not the only thing that's wet...

Alain: :icon_yikes:

As Alain sat in disbelief, the whereabouts of the baton yet again crossed their minds.

Sam: We have failed.

Alain: Nonsense! We made it.

Sam: But without the baton...

As the pair tried to accept they had arrived without the baton, they shut down the cockpit into a compelte cold and dark state.

Alain: What is that?

Sam: I don't know. It caught my eye too.

A crimson haze was visible to the pair just off to the side of the runway.

Against all the odds, the Radio Cackled to life, despite the fact that all forms of power were completely dead.

RADIO: Watch your step. I'll be back.

As these words uttered through the Radio, a hooded figure appeared at the very edge of the runway.

Alain and Sam wondered out to confront this mysterious figure.

Alain: Crickey!

Sam: Hells Bells!

The crimson haze now made sense. They were not the only Aircraft to approach Eglisstaor that night. They were one of two aircraft to brace the impact of Eglisstaors icy asphalt. The tower remained deserted, the taxiways empty and the surrounding airspace dead. Only Alain, Sam and the hooded figure resided at Eglisstaor.

Alain: Bessie!

The haze had cleared slightly; allowing Alain to identify the flames as his and Sam's beloved Boeing 767. The hooded figure was in no doubt responsible for the whole affair.

Sam had figured out who warned them of the extreme ice.

Sam: Why did you warn us?

The hooded figure remained silent.

Alain: Hello?

Again, the figure failed to reply.

Just as Alain and Sam began to succumb to the fridgid temperatures, something very unexspected took place. The figure bowed his head, and tossed a package over to the pair, almost as a sign of respect.

Alain immediately unravelled the whole mystery.

Alain: YOU... HOW...

The hooded figure did asbsolutely nothing apart from wink at Alain. Sam stood speechless. Then, the true nature of the figure was exposed. He stood conceded, almost heartbroken.

The figure then leapt into the flaming wreckage of Bessie and was never seen again.

Alain unwrapped the package to find two items... One baton and one note...

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Superb flight Jack, loved the story and thank heavens we still have the baton.I loved that touchdown shot, shame about the A320, let's hope they get it fixed soon.Thanks for all your work on this one, submit the expenses, as usual! winka.gif

Cheers

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