Harold in the sky
- Yes, Mr Reese?
- Do we have a new number?
- No, not yet. You can take the rest of the day off.
- Any plan yourself?
- Not really... Some of my covers need works so I guess I'll do that.
- Anything urgent?
- No... I can tell you have something in mind, what is it?
- Well, Mr Gull, I was wondering if you could take me out.
- You have been dying to ask me that, haven't you?
- *chuckle* I have. Please?
- Fine, give me an hour and meet me at the airport.
Later :
- You do know I need to concentrate?
- Please. I bet you could fly it while solving math equations. What's this stick doing?
- Which one this time? Oh, it's to adjust the wings' curve
- What about this switch? And this screen?
- Pressure, temperature. And before you ask, the other one is the altimeter. Now stop asking questions.
- …
- Don't touch that! I swear to God, you are worst than a child!
- You told me to stop asking, so I'm investigating. Besides, how would you know, did you fly with a child before?
- I took the son of a friend, when he was younger…
- …You mean Will, don't you?
- You need to stop "investigating" my past too.
- Come on Finch, don't be such a spoilsport.
- …
- Hey, Harold?
- Yes, John?
- Do you think you could teach me?
- Oh dear. I saw that coming…
- Please?
- *sigh* Maybe another time. We need to land, the reservoir is nearly empty.
- And then I can be Mr Gull too.
- No you won't. We will find you another alias.
- Spoilsport.
- Brat.