Scott was working on one of the older planes in the Blackbird's hanger bay. It had been approximately a week since the rescuing of kids and starting to sleep in the planes instead of a bedroom. The urge to fly was growing stronger. He really hated the fact Jean left him with her old job as deputy headmaster. He was still thinking over the conversations and interactions he'd seen from Kelly and Loika that were the other side of the spectrum from his own thoughts. Though it had only been five days ago he had spent a lot of time thinking on it and working on fixing things up in the hanger bays.
The blackbird was fully operational and all tuneups had been taken care of. It was later afternoon when he stopped working and went over to the sink to wash his hands. The hanger bay door was wide open to allow the outside breeze to keep the area cool. Shades in place as he stretched out. Hearing popping of several joints from various hunched over or bent at odd angles positions from getting the Blackbird to prestine conditions. "Man...I must be getting old." He said to himself after a few more pops sounded when he straightened up.
The blackbird was fully operational and all tuneups had been taken care of. It was later afternoon when he stopped working and went over to the sink to wash his hands. The hanger bay door was wide open to allow the outside breeze to keep the area cool. Shades in place as he stretched out. Hearing popping of several joints from various hunched over or bent at odd angles positions from getting the Blackbird to prestine conditions. "Man...I must be getting old." He said to himself after a few more pops sounded when he straightened up.