Walking down the hallway away from Sunny´s office, Frank in some small way felt a sense of liberation. He knew nothing was a certainty, but he could not help but smile at the thought of getting back to the New London system and finally being able to iron out the last few wrinkles that needed being pressed that would allow him to avenge some of the nasty deeds he has seen done on Planet Leeds.
As he made his way to the hanger, walking down hallways he supposed would or could be for the last time, he got nods, well wishes and a few slaps on the back, along with more that a few AFCers saying "Givem Hell Frank."
He reached his BWT, and realized that he would have to change the name and registration on it as soon as he left. He ran his fingers down the side of the ship as we walked towards the boarding hatch. He decided he would still call it The Huntsman and soon if all worked out, it would really be out hunting.
He boarded and made his way to the bridge. His crew seemed ready and eager, they had been loyal to a fault to him. "Everything ready to go?" he asked as he passed off his rucksack to one of the crew and sat down in his custom made captains chair.
"Yea Frank, ready when you are." answered the man at the ship controls.
"Ok gents...anyone not ready to die needs to get off now, this is some serious shizzle were going to get into, and I can not promise that we all make it back. Last chance to get off, no shame in it, if your hearts not in it." He said, and waited for someone to say something.
The crew was all turned and was looking in his direction, mostly large grins on their faces, "We aint going no where but with you Frank." said someone behind him, which was followed up by a chorus of "Hell ya."
"Then get us the frack out of here, first stop is Ames, we need to change the ship designation and as much as I hate to do it, take our AFC colors off the ship. Hopefully when we come back towards liberty it will be covered in Frog blood."
