Harry moved onto the float plane tied up at the dock. The door of the plane was locked. With a bit of a grunt, Harry jerked the door open, destroying the latch in the process. He eased in through the door and sat on the right. The instrument panel was spartan, though fairly similar to the helicopters he had flown in the Navy. He turned on the master switch and the avionic’s switch. The only radio was an old analog model which took forever to warm up and become operational. Harry spotted a headset hanging on the right side of the cockpit. He put it on. Harry tuned the radio to 121.5, the emergency channel. He began pushing buttons trying to find a talk switch. He identified the button on the left side of the yoke as the transmitter button and held it down saying, "Mayday. Mayday. Mayday. This is commander Harry Williams requesting emergency help." He waited about 30 seconds and repeated the call. On his third attempt he received a reply," This is Northwest flight 1140. What is the nature of your emergency and how can we help?"
Harry said, "Emergency Code Red. Expect imminent terrorist attack on casinos and lottery institutions. Please relay to Department of Homeland Security."
The Northwest flight started to reply but then apparently flew out of range and the radio again became silent. Harry cursed loudly and decided to try and take the airplane up. He had never flown an airplane, much less a seaplane… How different could it be from a helicopter?