Skypilot Monologue

PROLOGUE *revisit

A peal of thunder broke in the northeast and the wind began to move with urgency. Great! It's going to rain he thought, with some degree of annoyance, as he finished cleaning up the inside of his Cherokee Cruiser. Satisfied with the appearance, and hoping that the prospective buyer didn't actually sit on the seats and find out that they were about as comfortable as sitting on a concrete floor covered in tacks, he peered through the windows at the tarmac hoping to see the headlights of an approaching vehicle.
Going outside, he swept around the plane with his industrial push broom to ensure the area around the aircraft was as clean as the inside because he was anal like that. Setting the broom against the plane, he pulled out his e-cigarette and wondered irritably if he would make it to his favorite bar on Meeting Street in time for the midnight poker game held privately in the back at midnight. The small private airport was about 30 minutes from

It was on the internet that he had met this potential buyer who he was still waiting for to arrive. "Skypilot" as he was known in his poker gaming chat room, had already bragged about selling his single-engine Cherokee for a twin-engine Piper, and so he was hoping this time the sale would pan out. He did have a reputation to keep up after all.
Standing in front of the plane waiting, unable to hear over the roaring of the engine, David jumps in surprise when he hears a loud voice behind him. "Hello, Skypilot. I'm here to look at the plane you have for sale. I assume this is the one since you have it running and ready to be viewed as I requested."
A little unnerved at this sudden approach, and how he didn't see or hear anybody come up to him, he takes a deep breath and moves the clipboard with the selling information to his left hand to free his right hand for the inevitable