When Myers started mouthing off to Henry he just snorted. As soon as he began talking Henry subtly began shifting to the side, enough that Myers had to turn his head away to speak to Dizzy. As soon as he did, Henry started making sarcastic hand gestures. When Myers mentioned Order Sierra One he stopped for a moment. It was soon followed by the possibility of Order Mike Gold. Henry made his way over the Vulture and followed dizzy into the cockpit. As the canopy was closing he yelled to Myers, "Hey Myers! If I took a big ol shit in the back, who'd have to clean it up?" The canopy closed shut before he could respond, even if he would dignify it with a response. Henry chuckled, he liked Myers, he tended to like anyone who had the balls to give Dizzy even a portion of the shit she gives others, even if Myers didn't like him.
"Did you hear the way he talked to you? I think he found out you were retarded," Dizzy snarked.
Henry grinned his big toothy grin he usually does. Once again throwing on a thick fake accent, this time theatrically southern, "Well goooooollllyyyyy gee miss, guess that makes us a good team."
Henry and Dizzy quickly began their pre-flight checks, everything green across the board. He wasn't going to jack in until they got the squads into the ship, as jacking into the systems tended to give him a bit of a headache.
Henry's smile faded for a moment as the thought crossed his mind, [i]I guess it's fitting that they chose albatross as our callsign, because we're going to need as much luck as we can get.[/i]