Lapinette kicked the tyres and lit the fires. A helichopper clatter echoed noisily around
the square as she lifted off for a top secret destination with her top-level
diplomats safely on board. Then she hovered
while the Wabbit spoke to Wabbit Command. "Requesting clearance Command, from Corso
Svizzera heading SE 54, 2000 metres," said the Wabbit. The radio crackled. "Take
off agreed. Proceed with caution. There are power lines and a cooling tower. At
your own risk, Commander. Out" "Out," said the Wabbit and he turned to Lapinette. "Mind the cooling tower," smiled the
Wabbit. "They always say that," said Lapinette. "Go over the tower and pick up some thermals," suggested the Wabbit, winking. "May we loop the loop?" asked Pink Bunny. "Flight rules Ma’am," said Lapinette. "Your
diplomatic mission is of the utmost importance." "It’s urgently urgent," agreed the Wabbit. "Da
ist die Gefahr?" asked Rettet Kaninchen. "Danger? Not for you," said the Wabbit. "You’re
in safe paws." The helichopper chattered
deafeningly as Lapinette throttled up. The Wabbit cut communication to his diplomats
and spoke privately to Lapinette. "Did you notice anything on the ground," he
asked. "I saw him," said Lapinette, "he’s just a scout." "But now they know where
we’re coming from," said the Wabbit. "I think
everyone knows that now," said Lapinette over the noise, "Did you adjust the swash
plates?" she asked. The Wabbit nodded and
grinned. Lapinette
pulled the stick and the helichopper soared near-vertically into the sky. "Bravo Zulu!" * laughed the Wabbit.
[Bravo Zulu: Aviator slang - praise for a good job]
