"Murdock! Leave that chopper for now and get over here!"
"Sure thing, Colonel Jackson."
Hannibal took his first good look at the lanky man coming up. The huge grin on his face seemed out of place considering their surroundings.
"Murdock, this is Colonel Smith. He wants to know your assessment of that Huey."
Hannibal shot an 'I do?' look to Jackson, but Murdock missed that as he spoke.
"Be honest, she needs a little bit more work done to her. She'll fly, but she won't be agile enough."
"Sure of that, are you?"
"Yessir. She told me so"
