12135/Just a Little Engine Trouble

Just a Little Engine Trouble
Date of Scene:	07 September 2020
Location:	JFK International Airport
Synopsis:	Joseph helps a lady in distress
Cast of Characters:	Lady Blackhawk, Overlord

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Lady Blackhawk has posed:
Zinda Blake hasn't been having a good day. She was somewhere off the Eastern Seaboard when the engine in her Blake Special developed a flutter. And she was putting on her best sweet-talk with the JFK tower when the engine gave out entirely. Any other pilot would've face-planted the plane in the tarmac, but Zinda isn't just *any* pilot.

Landing the smoking, shuddering fighter on the cargo runway, Zinda taxis towards a maintenance hangar. And she almost makes it before the engine gives out entirely. Sitting on one of the aprons, the woman's cursing can be heard even as the canopy opens.

"...dammed plugged fuel pump! Last time Ah use imported parts."

Overlord has posed:
Joseph Miller was here helping out with working on one of the tow vehicles. He looks over with the others on the tarmac as the plan comes in waiting to see if help will be needed. Since they are waiting on the part for the truck he looks at the others "I will go offer some help." He will jog over towards the plane, and seeing the cockpit open will call out "You trying to get into one of the hangers? Which one?"

Lady Blackhawk has posed:
Lady Blackhawk is wearing an old-fashioned flight suit and a leather jacket, the woman pulling a leather flight cap off as she climbs out. Spilling full, blonde curls free she throws the cap onto the tarmac as she descends the ladder. "Someplace with, maybe, a few wrenches?" she quips back in a thick, Georgia accent.

Booted footsteps clang-clang-clang on the ladder rungs, and she hops the last two to land with bending knees. "Ah'd be in your debt if ya' had a fuel pump Ah could jury-rig, too. Mine started fussin' out over th' ocean."

As for the plane? At first glance it looks like a vintage P-51, except the engine cowling is enlarged and the twin, counter-rotating inline props are definitely not standard.

Overlord has posed:
Joseph Miller will walk over to the plane look at it a moment, and reaches down grabbing the front landing gear, and once he is sure it will not mess up the plane lifts it and starts towards the nearest hanger. He makes sure not to lift to high not wanting to scrape the back end of the plane. "Well, I might be able to help ya out some would have to loo, I work on cars and trucks more than planes." He offers his own accent is faint but has hints of southern.

Lady Blackhawk has posed:
Once both feet are on the tarmac, Zinda looks waaaay up at Joseph. Her mouth gapes and she almost says something as he so casually lifts her plane. The woman relaxes, both hands on her hips as she smiles. "Well, now, ain't YOU a tall drink o' water!" The woman walks alongside him as he starts towards the hangar. "You got a name, big fella? Ah'm Zinda Blake. Some call me Lady Blackhawk, but Ah prefer just Zinda."

Overlord has posed:
Joseph Miller smiles and offers her a nod "Joe, Joe Miller." He offers, and says "I would offer ya a hand but rather keep your bird balanced till we have her parked. Blackhawk, think I have heard of that name before." He gets the plane out of the way and then wiping his hands on the side of his pants offers her his hand.

Lady Blackhawk has posed:
Lady Blackhawk laughs softly at that, nodding. "Ah'd rather you did, too." she replies, quickening her pace to keep up with his longer stride. A quick glance to the plane once he sets it down, then she accepts his bigger, offered hand in her own. "Nice t'meet'cha, Joe. Yeah, Ah got a good deal on some imported parts, except Chinese fuel pumps ain't so good in these mostly-American planes."

Overlord has posed:
Joseph Miller nods a bit and says "Well looks like you have modified it a bit, you got an old American engine in it or something more high tech? One of the old American jobs, we might be able to find something in a local junk yard, newer probably have to find a new part of a plane yard.

Lady Blackhawk has posed:
Lady Blackhawk beams at that. "She's all custom, Ah'm afraid. The engine's closest to a P-38, but Ah really tweaked the plumbin'. But Ah think we can find somethin' that'll work." The woman paused to consider him for a moment. "So you've heard of the Blackhawk Squadron? Yer lookin' at one of the original members." Which means she would have to be much older than she looks. "So how'd you get so big, Joe? Good breakfast, clean livin', an' all that?"

Overlord has posed:
Joseph Miller smiles and says "Always been big, and strong, just seemed to keep going, suspect I am probably a mutant." He admits. He looks her over "One of the original, time travel, or suspended animation?" He will ask her

Lady Blackhawk has posed:
Lady Blackhawk shrugs at the question. "Time skip, really. Ah sorta went from the forties to a few years ago in a single hop." She looks him up and down again. "Probably a mutant, hmm? Y'know they got ways of tellin', right? Not that you bein' a mutant is a problem, of course."

Overlord has posed:
Joseph Miller shrugs a bit and says "Well don't know what else I would be, I bleed red, and eat normal stuff, just more of it. So don't see no real reason to go put myself in a database, am sorta obvious not joe average from just looking at me. " He will walk over to get a drink from a soda machine "Want one? The time change must have been one heck of a shock."

Lady Blackhawk has posed:
Lady Blackhawk nods on the subject of a soda, adding. "Yeah, thanks." Accepting the can, she pops the top and continues. "Ah almost shot down an F-22 when Ah ported over. That or he almost shot ME down." The blonde flashes that smile again. "Right now Ah find mahself doin' odd jobs, when Ah ain't workin' on planes or flyin' cargo."

Overlord has posed:
Joseph Miller nods, a bit and says "Getting working id and such had to be a pain. I did a lot of odd jobs when I came into town, mostly heavy lifting thigns, but been working at a mechanic shop for a while now.

Lady Blackhawk has posed:
Lady Blackhawk takes a slurp of her soda, finding something to lean against while they chat. "Well y'all seem pretty handy, Joe. Ah'm sure there ain't too much problem for ya' findin' work. These days Ah'm more a Gotham gal, when Ah ain't workin' on seekrit stuff." She leans in and says the latter behind the back of her hand. "But give me a call if you're ever down thattaway."

Overlord has posed:
Joseph Miller nods a bit and says "Will do, and if your ever needing someone to move heavy stuff give me a call, and will come help if I can." He offers with a smile. Gotham can be a bit of a wild place at times, have worked down on their docks a bit.

Lady Blackhawk has posed:
Lady Blackhawk reaches into her flight jacket, fishing out a business card with bent corners to offer it to him. It reads 'Blackhawk Enterprises, Zinda Blake' along with an address in Gotham and a cell number. "Ah don't always answer, especially when Ah'm flyin'. But Ah got people who are real good at takin' messages. Very least, Ah owe you a drink..." She looks up again, then adds. "... or about six. Now let's see about that fuel pump."

Overlord has posed:
Joseph Miller chuckles and will give her his number in return, and nods. He moves to help her a bit with the fuel tank, and says "I think I know where can get ya one." About then someone is calling for him, and says "Seems I am needed, if I think the pump will work, will send it over with one of the guys."