[14SEP2075 0900|Seattle Sprawl Airspace (Entering Puyallup)]
>>Echo-Tango 0807, your flight plan is confirmed. Fly safe, the weather report looks like drek.
Looks like Teri sorted the flight plan, Harrier thought to himself, making a mental note to pick her up something nice in thanks. Taking the world in through the sensors of his Northrup Wasp, the rigger already knew the weather was going to be rubbish today. But it never hurt to be appreciative of the fine folks at Seattle-Tacoma International.
>>Roger that, SEATAC. I'll do my best and thanks for the tip. Out
Signing off, Harrier settled into the Wasp's cockpit. Checking his sensors, he noted his three MCT-Nissan Roto-Drones forming the rest of his flight, two on either flank and one forming up the rear. As he crossed into airspace over the Puyallup Barrens, the rigger secured the data cable from his Vulcan Liegelord and plugged it in securely to the access port of the rigger interface of his helicopter. Slipping into VR, Harrier jumped into the Wasp.
The world opened up around him; the Wasp's advanced sensor suite replacing his senses. The dwarf figured he'd never get used to the strange perspective, but appreciated it all the same.The array synthesized the various data feeds coming in from the sensors, giving him a greatly enhanced understanding of his surroundings. Seeing no outstanding threats, Harrier punched in the rendezvous coordinates Torrent had given him and set to work. The ork fixer had rung him barely 12 hours before about this particular run. The renowned Cirque de l’Ombre was traveling between Tarislar and Loveland and needed an escort through Puyallup. Brilliant on their part, Harrier thought to himself as he scanned the area he was flying over, this place is full of tossers. Seemed a simple enough job, depending on who or what may take shots at the convoy.
Harrier's thoughts were interrupted by an incoming message icon streaking into the icon of his chopper. Speak of the devil... the rigger thought as a new message popped up.
<<@Harrier [Torrent] The rest of the crew is already at the convoy. As we arranged, you can land on the last car of the second train for now. The thing barely moves, so it should be pretty stable. I've attached a list of the commcodes of the rest of the crew. They're probably all burners, so don't get any bright ideas about turning it into paydata. You might want to give them a head's up...>>
[14SEP2075 0945|Seattle Sprawl Airspace (Tarislar)]
Harrier was certain he would have missed the convoy if he had been a few minutes later and wasn't using the Wasp's sensors. Granted, it was big as frag, but the cars of the train, really pretty much everything about the convoy, was the same color as the ash-covered buildings of the neighborhood it was about to enter. At least the zeppelin provided him a nice aerial marker for the location of the convoy. Activating his communication suite, he sent a call to the zeppelin.
>>L'Ombre Zep, this is Harrier. Your air support has arrived, chappers. Over.
>>Received, Harrier. I was just about to drek my pants here before Oblique called. You're cleared to land on Caboose 2. Out
Not entirely sure who Oblique was, Harrier's chopper icon shrugged what passed for its shoulders in the Matrix. Initiating the landing gear, the rigger moved the Wasp down the line of cars, clearing the first train before settling into a low hover a few cars before Caboose 2. Spotting something out of place, Harrier sent a message to the rest of the team Torrent had assembled.
<<@TeamTorrent [Harrier] Hoi, chappers! Your air support has arrived. Can someone help me out and clear the hobo off the roof of Caboose 2 so I can land?>>
