at the  first flash of  Fire, Si   will  fire  at  the closest 'longarm"  aiming fellow, If he can get another  shot off he'll aim for the easiest target, just   for the to understand  that they don't hurt the plane...

Iain has no trouble getting airborne and the plane more or less only takes cosmetic damage.


Once in the air he automatically get's his bearings.  The lake valley continues south.  To the east low mountains, to the west the Adriondaks.  Back to the north, hostile gun fire.


Iain checks his fuel gauge ……………………………… normal flying, 25-30 minutes tops.  If there is any trouble, it will be reduced dramatically.  It gave him a range of 30-45 air miles.


There were no lake to land on in range to the east, there was one to the south, Lake Dunmore, but it was a little touchy on range.  It would push their fuel available and if they ran into a headwind, even a small one they likely wouldn't make it.


To the West in the Adriondack were many lakes, it would be preferred to find one that is not frozen over, but the other problem is you had to get far enough away by sight and sound so the pursuers couldn't tell where you went.

In reply to Scout (msg # 50):

Roll to hit, and what are you aiming at ?

Your view from the plane, only a lot darker.


You are just above the I in Champlain right now, headed south.  You do have a crappy map.
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Iain's heart soars once again as the plane takes off, though he frowns at the cosmetic damage to his plane.

He regards the fuel gauge thoughtfully, and peers at a sub-quality map of the area.

Then he ponders for several moments before calling to the others.

"I hear that Burlington is lovely at this time of year.  What say you, me lads and lass?"
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Are you turning toward Burlington, heading straight to Burlington is a course of 130 degrees Southeast.

Iain heads south over the lake until safely out of evening visual range from those left behind, then turns toward Burlington, staying over the water as he goes...

Fortunately, her hat and coat, and the fact that she'd done her utmost to bury her face between the two against the cold, spared Amelia from the broken glass, and she shook the remnants off. The icy blast from the window would probably cause her more discomfort if they remained in the air for long. With a sudden thought, she offered a suggestion.

"Excuse me gentlemen, but I gather from the conversation and recent events that we have a consignment of illicit alcohol aboard. Are we certain that Burlington is outside the influence of those chaps on the ground?

"May I suggest, instead, that we make our way, via some circuitous route, to Lake Placid? I believe the Winter Olympics are to be held there in a couple of days time, so I'm sure there will be quite a large customer base to dispose of the 'evidence'.

"Once it has been sold, and you're holding nothing illegal, you can spend as much time as you like discovering who holds the original payment."

The young woman appeared to be remarkably calm, considering the fact that she found herself embroiled in a bootlegging incident and had been shot at by the police.

Rene' (numbers) says to Amelia
Est-ce que ces gens comprennent combien d'Européens boivent

Amelia smiled.
"Je ne rien pas."

Rene' responds
Ces coloniaux sont des néandertaliens

Quel est votre intérêt pour les Jeux olympiques

Amelia gave a little laugh, followed by a reproachful look toward her companion.
"Rene!"
"C'est la même chose que mon intérêt pour Ontario, mon ami."

The pilot checks his map at Amelia's query for several moments as the conversation continues, and interjects.

"Excusez-moi.  Alas, Lake Placid is beyond our current fuel supply, Lady Amelia."

"René...  Les bras m'en tombent!"

Beyond his banter with Numbers, however, his use of Lady Amelia betrays the pilot's remorse over having exposed her to such danger...

  Si secures  His Rifle with the  sling around  his  head  and shoulder   He  Pulls  his  scrap up  over his  hat to  Die it off   and  cover his  face.

   he  will  climb in and  sit of the deck   as he motions  for whom ever is closest to the door, to  secure it.

  grabbing his  BAck  pack, he takes   the blanket roll off the  back, tosses it to Cowboy, If you can't    cover  that broken window  with it, Give it  to the  LAdy  as  extra  cover, she's   right  by that damned thing.... wish i could have seen if  i dropped the bastard  that shot her up....


  Pulling out the rag  he  wipes  down the   rifle again,  cleaning he  Bolt action, and shaking his head,Ian, he handles  most of this stuff....I'm thinking   this  PAul fellow needs a  very strong lesson , taught to him...

The Pilot heads south out of range of the bullets then swings the aircraft toward Burlington, Veront.

After 15 minutes of flight Iain touches the plane down on the lake outside Burlington.  The plane seems to be outside a crowded Marina.

 As he  feels the  aircraft began to  dive, the HAlfbreed. packs Up his cloth  and tucks it away.  replaces   two rounds in the   the  5  round Mag, rotating the  rounds  so the   newest was on the bottom.

  standing  from his crosslegged  postion, he looks out the   tiny window of the  door....someone  wil see us  land... for  sure.... whether they care, will be another  story.

The plane idles toward the docks.  The sail boats, yachts and speed boats made of fine mahogany and teak, decorated with polished brass indicate this is an upper scale dock.  A few men in working clothes stand on the dock smoking, talking, coffee cups in their hands.  They seem very interested in the plane that just landed.

Iain looks for promising spots to move the plane toward.

"Anyone been here before?  Any suggestions where to park this breezer?  We need to buy fuel and to sell cargo..."

A couple of men walk out to the end of the dock, grab a rope and stand ready to toss it to the plane.

They toss it to Si who ties the plane up.
One of the men asked quizically.

Where you coming from ?  What brings you to Burlington ?
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In reply to Flyboy (msg # 67):

OOC
No One has been to Burlington before.

Neither Vitto, nor Mickey know anything about Police or Gang activity in Burlington.
It never gets mentioned.

"I'm from Chicago. Heard it was a nice town, I was wondering whereabouts people might go to have some fun around here." Vito hopped onto the dock, holding his medical bag.

The wharfman replies to Doc,
There's a picture house in town, the Roxxy
It's playing the Cagney flick.


Then he smiles devilishly,
Has Loretta Young in it, have you seen the gams on her

 Si  finishes the tie off, while Doc  chats  with ,..there a  pump place here.. be good to get a fill up...

 he begins  walk back  along the pontoons to the door to collect his gear.

Yeah Chief
We can fill ya up, you need to pay in advance.
.20 cents a gallon.


OOC
Iain, Si and CHarlin know the plane holds 120 gallons, and good clean fuel generally goes for 12 to 13 cents per gallon

  ..wait?    That's 8 cents a gallon more then the norm... he shakes his head  as he pounds on the fuselage , under the  Cockpit,..Come talk to those   folks.. seems like they might be lookign for a way to make  some extra money..... I bet we can go deeper into town,  get some one  who's cheaper?.. But... You'er the deal Maker, I'm just  an enforcer...


 He looks   to the back door  as he reaches  for his  stuff, motioning  for his blanket  back...now?... You talk about  That  Loreta  Girl?.... We have us an English actress.... come by us  for  a view of...'real people, before  she  gets to write about it for her Olympic  Tour.... now?  I don't know much about  Ladies over  the  pond,but.. I sure  wouldn't  want bad Mouthed in her press, with all them dollars gettin' ready to be spent..
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