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There was no putting into words the pure joy Henry felt. Even being captured by the Wall was no longer negative. After all, if they hadn't captured him and brought him back, he would have never met Ellie at the Wall and helped her escape. Then he wouldn't have asked to recruit her and then he wouldn't have his best friend most likely become a Clan member. How could this day get any better?

Choppy waves sloshed over the pebbly shore. Snow danced in the wind and caught on the grass and brush and ice-slicked stones and sand. Ellie dropped off her hijacked motorcycle against the cozy inn huddled on the edge of town, overlooking the vast sea, its shore hidden beneath the snowy cliffs.

Henry, sitting in the bathroom in the warmth of the inn, pulled out his phone and typed in a familiar number. "Hey!"

"Henry!" Howie exclaimed. "Where've ya been?"

"Eh, meeting up with a few people who didn't want to talk to me, nearly drowning and freezing to death, getting captured, and then totally busting out of the strongest prison on Earth again! This time as an inmate!"

"…an' why am Ah surprised?"

"I don't know, honestly."

"We've been pretty worried about ya," Howie said. "Where are ya?"

"Canada, still," Henry replied. "Well, I can ride somewhere further south and meet you guys in the middle. Actually, that's what I want to talk about. I'm not driving there myself. You see, I met up with Ellie at the Wall."

"Shut up."

"No! I did! It's amazing!" Henry's voice raised in a squeak. He cleared his throat. "Anyway, I was wondering if, ah… it would be a good idea to talk to Dad."

"…ya aren't gonna say what Ah think yer gonna say, are ya?"

"Well, if you think I'm going to say that I would like to have Ellie as a recruit, then yeah, I am."

"Okay, Henry, Ah'm real glad you managed to bust yerself out, but ya know it's the chief who handles that sort of thing!"

"Which is why I'm going to ask him!" Henry agreed. "I'm just thinking it would be a good idea to get your input first."

He heard a loud groan on the other side of the line. "You're lucky Ah'm yer friend, Henry. Yeah, Ah think it's a good idea. Ellie's been a lifelong friend to ya, and if she can escape the Wall, Ah think she has potential." He took a deep breath. "Alright. Well, Ah'll talk to ya later."

"Thanks, Howie! Talk to you later!"

Click.

Henry let out a sigh that slowly turned into a whistle. He typed in a number, only to pause at the last digit. "Come on, Henry. It's not a big deal. Worst case scenario, he says no. Best case scenario, you get to have your best friend as a partner."

The phone picked up almost immediately. "Henry?"

"It's me! Hey, Dad!" Henry hummed.

"God dammit…" Dad Reginald mumbled. "The minute you go on a solo mission and you're almost locked away in the Wall."

Henry chuckled. "Yep! So, uh, I busted out of the Wall. But I had help. Ellie helped me bust out. In fact, I don't think I would have been able to do it without her!"

"Really?" Dad Reginald asked. "Well! She certainly has some skills. She works as a mercenary, you said?"

"She does! But I was just thinking. We were riding away from the Wall, thinking we can meet somewhere warmer. And we got to talking. She's been my best friend ever since we were both little and she's really strong and clever. I was wondering… if we could talk about, I don't know, recruiting her?"

…

Henry went on, "But you know, if that's a bad idea, that's okay, I guess. She's just really good so I thought she would be a massive help, you know?"

"Henry, you can't spring decisions on me like this," Dad Reginald stated. "This is a long process, we need to do a background check, know who she is, see if she's a right fit for the Clan."

"You've met her before, and I've pretty much told you all about her," Henry pointed out. "But just think about it? Please? We still have a while longer of driving before we can find any rendezvous site. Ellie just finished a job, obviously, so I'll be riding with her for a while longer."

"Yes, yes. We will talk about it," Dad Reginald stated. "Stay safe, Henry."

"I will. You two, Dad! Tell Dad I love him!"

"I will. Do be safe."

Click.

Henry put away his phone and got up. Just then, Ellie walked into the room having left the bathroom. "So, what'd your old man say?"

Henry chuckled and made the bed. "Well, he said they would talk it over."

"And what does that mean?"

"They'll talk it over. Dad's not the kind of person to say 'maybe' and then 'yes.' When he says 'maybe,' he literally means 'maybe.'"

Ellie puffed, "Wow. So, how about we continue that bike ride?"

"Actually…" Henry glanced back. Sitting in the corner were two men in heavy clothes and knitted hats. One had a navy blue, fluffy top hat while the other was more akin to a round cap with thick purplish maroon fabric. They talked over a small table against the wall, a beer open between them, the two somehow surviving the wind squeezing between a few thin cracks. "There are a couple of people I want to talk to, first."

PD

Henry cursed himself as they moved. He knew that he was still healing, and he was in recovery and he'd just gone through something physically–and maybe psychologically–traumatic but he hated feeling so… fragile. They took a pod back to the airship, where they were almost immediately greeted by Howie, Cool Katie, and Dad Right. He could see them through the glass before they caught sight of him. Dad Right looked none too pleased with the two clan members–probably because there was probably stuff they were supposed to be doing on the ship–but as they were there, Henry could only guess he hadn't felt like sending them away.

"Hey, li'l buddy!" Howie's voice was the first he heard. "Yer back! God above, don't scare us like that again, huh?"

"They wouldn't let us near you," Cool Katie explained. "So, he dreamt up all kinds of bad scenar… whoa, what happened to your arm?"

Henry held up his left arm and smiled. "She replaced it."

Howie muttered, "Jesus. Your entire arm?"

"And spine, yeah."

"Yer what?"

Dad Reginald stated, "Howie, Henry must not be left alone for the time being. Dr. Vinschpinsilstien said that he will have recovered in a month, perhaps longer. Until then, as you are his closest friend on the ship, if he's not with us that you–either of you, if necessary–keep an eye on him."

"Dad," Henry protested. "I can take care of myself."

"You almost died, Henry," Dad Reginald reciprocated. "You have a tendency to get yourself into trouble, and I will not allow you to do any further damage to yourself. As the chief, I must make sure my clan stays in good health and safety. But as your fathers, it's our responsibility to keep you safe."

Henry pouted. "I know that. But I can look after myself. I'm not a baby. Howie, tell him!"

"Li'l buddy, ya got arrested twice–once by the Wall–and almost died at least twice this year alone. They got a point."

Cool Katie chipped in unhelpfully, "Most of it happened when you were on your own!"

Henry shot her a hurt look. "Katie!"

She shrugged. "It's true."

"I must go back to piloting the ship," said Dad Reginald. "As you are recovering, your jobs on the ship will be suspended, for the most part. As such, you may come with us."

Henry thought for a moment. "…actually, I think I'll stay down for a while."

Howie chipped in, "Ah can help him from here, Chief."

Dad Reginald reluctantly let go. "Alright, then. Be careful, Henry." With that, he and Dad Right–neither of them overly eager to start moving–left.

Once they were out of earshot, Howie asked, "What are ya plannin'?"

"Nothing!" Henry countered.

Cool Katie and Howie crossed their arms.

"Don't look at me like…" Henry sighed. "I wanted to take a walk and then talk to Ellie and Charles." A thought popped into his head. "I didn't tell you guys about the Wall."

Cool Katie grinned. "You have to, now."

"It's required," Howie agreed. "As yer honorary cousin and former shadow, it's practically the law 'round here."

Henry sighed, unable to shake a smile. "Okay, okay. So, I was in a bar in Alaska…"

They stayed captivated by his story. Henry, feeling a little prouder of himself than he probably should, described his capture and then his escape with gusto. He skipped over any time that he'd failed and didn't mention the Not-Angel. As outlandish, but true, as his stories were, he had a feeling that was one line they wouldn't believe. The memory of Ellie edged his mind. Had she been able to use his explosive escape to sneak out herself? She hadn't followed him. Though, if she did follow him, there was no guarantee she would have survived the fall. After all, Henry barely did.

By the end of his story, Henry was able to stand on his own. "…then I woke up in that boat."

Howie whistled. "That's quite the story."

Cool Katie chuckled. "If you hadn't been in surgery for a few hours and asleep all day, I'd call bullshit on it. How does this sort of thing keep happening to you?"

"No idea." Did the Not-Angel do that? Attract weirdness to him? Or was weirdness naturally attracted to him and the Not-Angel just got to him first? Technically, the first Angel got to him before his life went weird. Wouldn't it be ironic if the force that tried desperately to keep him alive in dangerous situations as a child attracted–consciously or inadvertently–this chaos?

IRO

Their flight was long. So long, in fact, that they were told it would be better for them to get some sleep. Charles went back to his apartment. Henry was allowed–told–to sleep on base. Charles managed to allow him to sleep over at his place rather than in an apartment or tent that would be closely watched by people he didn't know who'd probably shoot him without asking. He vaguely recognized one of them with sideburns, who threw a scathing look at him the moment he showed his face. Henry returned the look. Who was that guy?

In the morning and after a standard military breakfast that made Henry once again glad he lived with the Toppats, they met with the Captain. Captain Galeforce and one other soldier went with them to Charles' helicopter for takeoff.

They didn't think Henry would slip away, did they? Charles was Henry's best friend! Why would he run now knowing it would get Charles in trouble? Thankfully, his friend looked no less pleased to have him, even excited to get into the air this early. The sideburns guy held a rifle and still glared at Henry, as if hoping he'd burst into flames through sheer willpower.

The Captain spoke as they started to fly, a clipboard in his hands. "Henry Stickmin. You've been quite elusive. But your skills make you quite the ally." As if Henry hadn't been as much asked as told beforehand, right? "You'll be perfect for the job. We've been having some issues with a group of thieves known as the Toppat Clan. We know they're guilty, we just can't pin 'em to any crimes." Wasn't that rich? "You'll be goin' into their airship to bring 'em down."

Captain Galeforce looked down at the clipboard in his hand. He flipped through a couple of pages. "I don't need to remind you that we've got you on several charges. Attempted robbery…" He flipped the page. "…breaking yourself out of prison…" He flipped the page again with a quiet huff that resembled a chuckle. "…even stealing the Tunisian Diamond." He looked up at his clipboard at Henry, who tried his best to look cool and a little nervous at the same time. "We've got a lot of counts on you. Do this job right, and we'll drop all charges against you." He tipped his head to Charles, who concentrated on the flight ahead. "Charlie will be bringing you in close to the airship. The rest is up to you."

The door opened, giving Henry a full view of the side of his home. "Find a way to bring 'em down and you'll be a free man." He walked toward the front of the helicopter again.

Charles asked, "So, uh, how do you want me to bring you in?"

Henry looked over the helicopter, ignoring the third soldier with them. Well, there was a giant plastic ball, a large, rolled up sticky hand, and a grapple gun and earpiece sitting on a crate. He immediately took a few gadgets from inside the box he'd need to use. He could grapple himself into the airship and call it a day. The canon ball would probably break something big time and his parents might actually kill him–or Charles if they knew the situation. The pink sticky hand could attach him to the airship without breaking anything. Oooor he could contact Charles via earpiece and find out what kind of things the government knew about the Toppat Clan, or at least their knowledge of the layout of the airship.

Henry had a choice.

Henry took the earpiece and put it on. Hey, a nice fit! If it wasn't connected to a government channel, he might wear it more often. He gave Charles the thumbs up. The pilot nodded in reciprocation and turned the helicopter. Being smaller, lighter, and faster, he was able to hover over the top, hopefully undetected. Though, Henry didn't know much about the airship's outer defense systems.

Henry hopped down in front of a hatch.

"Check, check, this is Charles!" Charles announced. "Just thought I'd give you a head's up. Uhh, there's a guy down there. A bad guy. So, uh, yeah. Good luck."

Ah, Hatchman was probably there. Henry shrugged and gave the hatch a knock. It opened to reveal Hatchman, as Henry expected. The man's narrowed eyes softened. "Oh, hey! What are you doing up here?"

Henry gestured to himself and then down.

"Oh, sure." The man climbed down, allowing Henry to do the same and shut the hatch behind him. "What were you doing up there?"

Henry signed, "Helping out the government." Knowing Hatchman didn't understand ASL, Henry shrugged and gestured to the escape pod.

Hatchman nodded in understanding. "Got stuck up there once or twice myself with those finicky things. Gotcha. Well, have a nice day!" He leaned on the ladder up to the hatch again.

Henry wandered up to the Boardroom. He put on his hat and started to walk through.

"Alright, gentlemen. We've been tasked with…" started Slice. "Wait, Henry?"

Henry stopped and looked back at him.

"The chief's been looking all over for you! Where've you been? You better head up to the Bridge."

Henry glanced back at the doorway.

"Ah, I'm sure he's not mad. I could call him." Before Henry could shake his head, Slice took out a walkie talkie. "Hey, Chief? Yeah, I found Henry. He's in the Boardroom. … Sure thing, boss. … Uh, okay. Yeah. Will do." He turned off the walkie talkie. "He's in the Bridge. He didn't sound in a bad mood, but you should still head over there."

Henry nodded and continued walking. Welp.

You know, maybe making your presence known while on a government mission might be a bad idea.

Henry looked through his pockets and pulled out a large bottle of glue. Well, sticky glue, don't fail him now! Please!

Henry covered his hands in the stuff, slipped through the door, and climbed up onto the ceiling.

"…nah, we can't do that." This was from Floyd…? Yeah, it was the guy with the orange top hat talking.

"Why not?" asked Magnus, the one in a powder blue hat and blonde goatee.

Slice spoke up. "You do realize how much a solid gold canon would weigh, don't ya?"

Henry nearly snorted. New guys. A solid gold canon had to be the dumbest idea this week.

"Dude, we totally got enough power! What do you think, man?"

"Well, I'm still kinda new here." Oh, that was Winston. He lost his job after Henry was found in the vault. They… tended to avoid each other. "So, I'm not really sure what to say."

Henry fell off the ceiling once the glue's usability ran out and landed in the next room. As he heard the elevator open, he jumped into the garbage chute. "Ugh, door's jammed again!" he heard Douglass call.

Henry attempted to keep himself at such an angle where he wouldn't be able to break through the lining of the chute, but unfortunately the air that sucked him through was unhappy with attempts to slow down. When he hit an elbow in the pipe, he burst out and landed hard in the platform close to the Brig.

Henry pulled himself up and glanced back. He knew at least half a dozen ways to get over the gap in the engine room. He knew this route a bit better than most, though. Did Charles?

"Oh, hey, uh, do you see that records sign? Where it says 'Records?'" Charles asked. "RECORDS" was painted on the wall above the platform to the records room, yes. It was easy to spot as the sunlight spilling through the windows here lit up the area. "That'd probably be a good place to look, right? Let me just, uh, help you get across that gap."

Henry could ask for Charles' help, test his knowledge of the ship. Henry also knew about some of the tech they had onboard the helicopter, as Charles had enthusiastically told them the last time the three of them met. So, that was… a platform that could be teleported in, a gravity bubble, and a little fox-shaped contraption whose tail acted as a helicopter rotor. Any one of them could probably get him across.

Henry had a choice.

"Can you help?" Henry asked.

"Alright, here I come~!" Charles all but sang. Henry's eyebrows furrowed. What did that mean? Then, the pilot started singing fanfare, two voices shouting dimly in the background. Henry turned to see Charles' helicopter gaining on the airship fast.

Not again! You should know better!

Henry thought for a moment. Well, he'd never used a gravity bubble of all things. So, he prompted Charles on it. Well, there was that thing at the Wall…

"Yeah, I have this thing here that can manipulate gravity. It should be able to get you to float across." Henry looked around as a big blue bubble appeared around him. It almost looked geometric with wobbly surfaces and lines. There was a hum from the other line as Charles thought about something. What did he need to think about? How much he should change gravity? That was a possibi–

Henry smacked hard into the ground.

"Did it work?"

So, wait… Does 'Up' increase gravity or does it lift you into the air?

It increases gravity, apparently.

"How about the fox-copter?" Henry asked. He knew that wasn't the name, but they had decorated the helicopter toys plenty of times, one of the most memorable being the bat-copter.

"Alright, here it comes."

An orange, metal box broke through the metal wall of the ship and landed in front of him. It transformed into an anthropomorphic fox with two tails and red and white shoes. It held its arms out and together like a glider as it flew up, "hands" clasped together. Henry grabbed onto the holder. It started across the gap immediately. Its motor hissed at one point and jerked down, but it easily recovered. Henry, who'd seen the bottom of the gap far below, nearly had a heart attack. He gladly dropped down on the other side, allowing the fox-copter to fly back to the helicopter.

The other room was large with a slope going up to a landing. Two large holes were on either side of the ramp, and a giant window peeked within. Henry stopped upon seeing Wilhelm at the card machine beside the door. "Put the card in," he stated and swiped his ID card. It beeped back, high pitched and annoying.

He heard Charles chuckle on the other side of the line. "I don't think that guy knows how to open the door. Yeah, why don't you let me take care of this?"

"I don't understand this!" Wilhelm groaned in frustration, his German accent more pronounced now.

Henry shook his head, though he knew Charles wouldn't get it at this point. Though… maybe he could open the door remotely? Charles could open the door remotely, use a gatling gun–killing one or both of them–or a mind control device, help Wilhelm out himself, or perhaps a bone melter.

Henry had a choice.

Well, melting one's bones would probably kill the man, the gatling gun could kill him or Henry or both, and mind control was a little sick, so he should lean on remote access first.

"Remote access?"

"Alright, uh, I've hacked into their security system." Well, that's not good. "Should be able to open the door from here."

A piece of the metal floor under Henry flipped upwards on a hinge, throwing Henry into the hole.

Woops, wrong subroutine.

Henry let out a quiet sigh. So much for staying stealthy. At least he knew they didn't have a great grasp on the system itself. Probably. Or maybe Charles just mixed something up? Anyway, that was a bust.

Henry pulled on his hat and, praying he looked fake to Charles, walked up to the man.

Wilhelm looked behind himself. "Huh?"

Henry pointed back to the engine room and urgently signed, "I think something's wrong with the engine room!"

Wilhelm narrowed his eyes. "Engine room? Something… what about it?"

Henry shrugged and signed again, slower this time so he could understand, "I don't know, but I just tried to get across and almost fell down there. I think someone dropped something?"

Wilhelm sighed and set a hand to his head. "Thanks for informing me, Henry. I'll be right back."

Henry watched him go before walking up to the door. He unlocked the door with his own card, though he loudly pressed a couple of buttons to alert Charles to the keypad rather than the card. The door opened, allowing Henry inside.

"Oh man, I remember this," claimed Harold. The blue-hatted man with a pinched top to his hat sat at the round table in the center of the room, his back to Henry. "Good thing nobody knows about this or we'd be in a lot of trouble."

Henry could distract the man with a spider on a string that sat close by, attack him with a ninja star, or maybe hit him with a good Falcon Kick. Strangely, time didn't pause.

Henry had a choice.

Er–

"Oh man!" Charles laughed, his voice loud and clear. Harold turned around and gave Henry a flat look, which quickly turned to suspicion. "That duck just flew right into the propeller! Oh man, what a mess!"

This isn't a good time Charles…

But still, that sounds crazy!

Welp. Sorry Harold!

Henry took the spider on a string and held it above his head, low enough for the man to see it. Harold looked up. "Oh, hello Mr. Spider."

Henry rolled his eyes and smacked him in the head with the stick.

Harold fell over without resistance, his hat falling off his head. Oh, speaking of hats, Henry should probably put his away. So, he did just that. He'd be meeting Charles again very soon. As Charles laughed over the gross situation outside, Henry walked up to one of the filing cabinets set up in a ring around the room and opened a drawer. It was a drawer of documents filled with crimes from other organizations. A dummy document would do him well until someone took a second look at it. But these were real. He knew it was supposed to be blackmail, but honestly it was a small sacrifice. So, Henry chose the nastiest organization he could think of and pulled out a thick, bound folder. He still got a sick feeling twisted up in his gut knowing some of the undignified, heinous crimes that group committed. He held it to his chest and walked toward the opposite door.

"Alright, you got some evidence!" Charles congratulated. He interrupted himself and his voice turned urgent. "Whoa, wait, wait."

Henry stopped, blinking. What was wrong with the next room? Was there a meeting going on?

"There's no way you're getting through there. Lots of guys and there's lots of guns, that's all I'm gonna say. Iiiiit looks like you could get around if you go through that air duct."

The one that's electrified for absolutely no reason whatsoever? Henry opened the vent and dropped down anyway. For some unknown reason, they decided to make the air duct even more confusing by adding a ladder to each end. It was more than big enough for him to walk through standing up straight, and just long enough to get past the room above.

"Alright, I've hacked into their power grid. What do you want me to do?"

Confused and out of ideas as no matter how long he'd been in the airship he'd never found a way through this particular duct, he decided to make the best diversion to think further on his plan. "Baaaa."

There was a short silence. "Okaayy… I-I don't understand what that means."

If only there was a way to… well, they could shut off the power, right? They could reroute the power or Henry could make a run for it.

Henry had a choice.

Well, he'd always wanted to go through this particular air duct. So, what was wrong with shutting off the power?

"Mk! Shutting down the power now!" Charles' cheerful voice came through. Then, the lights dimmed, making it nearly impossible for him to see through to the other side. Still, the electricity stopped sparking and hissing. Henry grinned and then hesitated as his world started to tip to the side.

Let's hope the landing gear still has power.

Okay, okay, shutting off the power was a little overzealous. Therefore, rerouting it was the best answer there.

"Okay, I'll reroute the power to a random room. That's fine."

The electricity stopped flickering.

Henry smiled and, waiting a moment to see if the ship would fall, strolled across the bumpy floor and to the ladder beyond. He popped out of the vent and into the Bay. Charles said, "I'm right outside, so just open the Bay doors and I'll, uh, get you on the chopper."

Henry looked over the Bay, finding it mostly empty. That was a given as it was just about lunch time. Unfortunately, Matthew and Benjamin were still in the Bay. Henry hummed and thought for a moment. Well, he didn't exactly want to be seen. Hatchman and Wilhelm knew he was there, which was bad enough, and he'd tricked them both, which was even worse. Weeeeell, he didn't have his hat on. Henry shrugged off his jacket and folded it, clinging as tight to it as he did the faux folder. If he kept his head down, they might not recognize him. He'd be an intruder on the ship!

Henry pressed the button near to the ramp leading to a door outside the Bay. An alarm went off as one of the Bay doors opened a few thousand feet in the air. Benjamin and Matthew immediately turned their attention to Henry, who kept his head down and hidden behind the folder. Benjamin yelled, "Hey! What're you doin'?"

Matthew took a walkie talkie out of his pocket calm as could be. "Yeah, uh, we've got a situation down in the cargo bay." He looked back and jolted upon seeing the military helicopter.

Now all he needed to do was get past those two! Without hurting them, hopefully. Charles had talked about a banana bomb, and what military person didn't have a flashbang? Also, was there something about sleeping gas…? Henry didn't exactly have any tools on him. Maybe Charles knew something he didn't.

Henry had a choice.

"How about a flashbang?" Henry asked.

"Sure thing!"

Henry darted across the Bay, attempting to ignore Benjamin and Matthew. Before Benjamin could pull out a weapon, a flashbang shot out from the helicopter and landed among them.

Henry winced at the intense light but kept going. Unfortunately, by the time the dazzling light was out of his eyes and the ringing in his ears stopped, he found the amount of space he had to move through had run out. He ran straight off the edge.

Wow, that was bright.

Henry was again by the button. "Any ideas?"

"Pssst, hey! There's a button on your earpiece! You should press it."

Henry did as he was told. It expanded and unfolded, letting go of his ear in the process, into what looked like a weird gun with a soft orange handle, a gray body, and a satellite dish for a head and another orange handle so he could hold it with both hands. Huh. Sweet.

Henry ran toward the exit, coat and folder tucked under his armpit so both hands could hold onto the weapon. When Benjamin attempted to stop him, Henry pointed the gun at them and pressed a button. They went flying into the other side of the airship, hitting the wall with some unfortunate force. Thankfully, when they landed, they both attempted to get up.

The door at the other end of the Bay opened, revealing Dad Right. "What's goin–?" Fuck, fuck, fuck–if anyone could recognize Henry, it would be him.

So, Henry decided the best course of action was, instead of waiting for the helicopter, to leap off the edge. He pointed the force gun down and pressed the trigger, shooting himself up and into the helicopter.

He hit the floor of the machine with a huff, releasing the gun as he did so. Thankfully, the laminated, sealed folder stayed pressed down on his chest between his jacket and thin white shirt.

The Captain stood above him as Rupert shut the door to the helicopter. Henry held out the folder. The Captain took the folder with a hum. "Good job. Heh. With this, we'll be able to take down that airship easily. I think you've earned your pardon."

Henry got up, giving the Captain a thumbs up. He pulled his jacket back on, transformed the force gun back into an earpiece, and sat down. As Captain Galeforce and Rupert–now Henry recognized the guy, he'd taunted Henry in prison–moved to the other side of the helicopter to talk, Henry scooted to the front.

"Good job out there, Henry!" Charles congratulated. "I knew you could do it!"