Hurricane Joe is moving in
I've found a path around the worst of the storm cells. It's been approved and the spaceport is expecting us in five minutes.
Approved? You mean they know we're coming?
That is the point of filing a flight plan.
My only hope is that no one on duty knows me.
There are some nice folks at this spaceport. A fire control radar just locked on to us. We can follow the beam right in.