"I am sorry, Doctor Stantz, but I don't believe that will be efficient."
Eddie slowly rose, burning fuel furiously as he rose straight up. While his thrusters had never been designed to raise him such a level from the ground, he worked them heavily, exceeding design tolerance.
He would never forget the screams when he had ran out of the suspended door - Ray's fingers on the outside had made it possible. He had ran and leapt, toes pushing off from the door's threshold. Once he had been far enough away, he had transformed, and the new wave of screams, he had found... amusing.
Now, he rose. Slowly, steadily, carefully compensating for the wind shear around the building.
"Hold on to the lip above my cockpit if you can, Mister Wells, Doctor Stantz." The source of the clear tenor was difficult to pinpoint - if even possible, but the CPU at the foot of the cockpit was gleaming for a moment longer before the glass sheilded with the same shade of brushed bronze as the hull. The stories were passing, receding below. The lip of the building was nearing.
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Date: 2005-10-10 04:25 am (UTC)Eddie slowly rose, burning fuel furiously as he rose straight up. While his thrusters had never been designed to raise him such a level from the ground, he worked them heavily, exceeding design tolerance.
He would never forget the screams when he had ran out of the suspended door - Ray's fingers on the outside had made it possible. He had ran and leapt, toes pushing off from the door's threshold. Once he had been far enough away, he had transformed, and the new wave of screams, he had found... amusing.
Now, he rose. Slowly, steadily, carefully compensating for the wind shear around the building.
"Hold on to the lip above my cockpit if you can, Mister Wells, Doctor Stantz." The source of the clear tenor was difficult to pinpoint - if even possible, but the CPU at the foot of the cockpit was gleaming for a moment longer before the glass sheilded with the same shade of brushed bronze as the hull. The stories were passing, receding below. The lip of the building was nearing.