Henry's eye twitched slightly when he heard the tone of Stromond's voice. The bastard knew. He knew how hard it was to reach him. Henry filed that away for later. He'd get Stromond back for this, but after this crisis was dealt with. "You can call me whatever the hell you want, if you manage to do what I'm about to request of you." He sighed to himself before continuing. He was essentially getting on his knees and begging here. "You remember the launch of the Gödel? Our attempt at a moon landing? Well, we had rocket failure in orbit of Akheron, and now our man's stuck there with roughly... Fourty-eight hours and counting of life support. It's possibly fourty-seven hours after all the effort it took to reach you." Henry paused for a moment to let that information sink in. "Now, I am to understand that your country has its own space program. I'm here to formally ask you for aid in rescuing our astronaut. So... How about it?"