Frankie smacks the side of the OH-58 Kiowa. Fuck!

Pope leans against the helicopter. "We need this job, Fish."

Frankie growls. It's a recon helo! It's not meant to carry that much weight! There's nothing else for me to strip!

Pope starts to walk away, a slight smirk on his face. "Figure it out. Before I call Sunspear!"

Frankie's eyes grow wide. You wouldn't dare. Hey! Pope! Frankie kicks his wrench across the concrete floor of the hangar. It's a stupid callsign anyway!