After a brief word to the tower, he clicks the radio off. "On the ground, they mostly know me as James Rettigue." They still believe him to be a war veteran, but of a different war, and he's hardly about to go into that. A mild frown crosses his features, although the plane continues to climb gently. "The trouble with aging a little too well is that the older aliases are... outliving their usefulness."
The fog is very low, and lies in pockets between hills and trees. As they climb she can see hills that rise up out of it, clear and quiet in the early morning. The more distant terrain has a very misty look, but somewhere off in the distance are mountains, a muddy sort of green and deceptively small from the air.
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Date: 2009-05-01 12:43 am (UTC)The fog is very low, and lies in pockets between hills and trees. As they climb she can see hills that rise up out of it, clear and quiet in the early morning. The more distant terrain has a very misty look, but somewhere off in the distance are mountains, a muddy sort of green and deceptively small from the air.