On a mission to Cuba, starting somewhere over Alabama:
The night is dark and silent, ideal for this lady...
Over Cuba, sunlight creeps over the horizon at the East, let's keep on moving...
Returning to Florida, the sun gaining on us...
Decending over Miami.. the sun colours the city pale... the lady whispers on...
She broke trough the clouds, safely over US territory
And touches down ( not as gracefull as should be, thanks to the "pilot")
Engines spool to a halt and the canopy opens... Not an every day sight at this airport...
She's back and we've go the intell we wanted...
The general will be please to know his favorite holiday-hotel is still standing after the passing of that last hurricane... Still wonder if this is what the plane was meant for... ;D Guess we'll have to ask the American taxpayers...
