Mel and I were flying around in his airplane. We were about 5k ft. up I’m guessing, circling over an area that we were intending on visiting. I was looking down at the area which was lush and green except for the two small cities, one of which we were going to land in. I kept looking for a road that connected the two but try as I may, I couldn’t find any connecting path between the two cities, but I was able to locate the airport in one of them and expected we were going to land there. I asked Mel if he’d radioed the control tower to let them know that we were getting ready to land there, but his reply was very vague. So, I asked him again, but again he seemed to not be paying attention.
We started to descend, and as was got within about 750ft. from the ground, we went thru a cloud bank. I could hear the engines of another plane that sounded incredibly large, but I couldn’t see it which made me kinda nervous. We continued our descent without any problems, but when we broke free of the clouds, I realized that we were nowhere near the airport. Mel’s plane had the ability to stop in mid-air and turn it’s wings downward, using the jets to suspend the plane, easing our landing vertically. This was really cool, but he was landing in a park amongst a lot of buildings, and I was worried that we wouldn’t be able to take off again.
As I scanned the park, my attention was immediately drawn to some sort of revolutionary party that was demonstrating and possibly getting ready for battle. They had what looked like a tank, and everyone was armed with something, although I’m not sure that any of the artillery was real. I was a bit flabbergasted with Mel for landing the plane in such a sketchy location and situation and I told him so, but again, he just seemed to not be tuned into what I was saying.
