*Bridge of the Wake*
*Trafalgar airspace, New London*
*Finn flicks on the comm viewer, reads, and scowls fiercely*
Blast!
Th' bugger's smiling...
Might hae ter do summin' 'bout 'at. *rubs temples*
Oy! Oi've an idear...Murph! Spark 'em up! Call Niverton. tell em ta get some *cough* cargo ready for us!
Rotten Navy buggers!