Okay.
Well….machinery wasn't too out of her league….but Don built some seriously tough hardware.
As Anna awkwardly settled into the front seat of the Copter, she blinked.
Wow…..what was with all of the controls? The handlebars alone looked much different then what she had been expecting….
There were buttons, switches, a control panel, a radio, a set of speakers, a thermometer, a compass, a gas tank, a speedometer, air resistance levels, panels of dials….
Anna swallowed as she pressed the nearby button with a resounding click.
A pause. Nothing save for Anna's frantic heartbeat.
Then, a horrible, grinding, clenching sound as rusty metal met rusty metal…..
And the roof began to slowly unfold itself as the choppers began to slowly turn….
Growing in speed….
Faster and faster….
GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM……
And, as Anna closed her eyes, she carefully put the radar control speaker around her lip and ear as she reached for the key in the ignition.
And, as the great machine began to slowly rise into the air, Anna's hands reached for the control mechanism before shooting off into a star
spattered sky.