Jim turned to look back at his friends by their designated control panel again. The boys had all agreed they would wait to start the program until Aladdin got back. The only thing they had turned on was their headsets.

"Cyborg One to Flightrisk 5000, would you please reassure me that you are not going to get yourself killed thirty seconds into our operation?" Braxton requested over the headsets. "Cyborg One to Flightrisk 5000, do you copy?"

"I don't think he realizes that you're talking to him, Brax." Matt was laughing as he replied.

"Are we all getting cool nicknames?" Snotlout practically bounced in his seat. "I want to be 'The Master of Awesome'!"

"Well I'm going to be 'Destroyer 20'." Tuffnut declared. "What about Shellfishlegs?"

"He can be 'Bone Crusher'."

"Flightrisk 5000, are you going to do anything aside from stare at Softspot One?"

"Don't call him that," Jim reminded Braxton.

"Ah, welcome back, Flightrisk!" Braxton was openly laughing at him now. "So do you promise not to smash into a tree thirty seconds into our ride or not?"

"Yeah, yeah, I got this." Jim turned back to face his empty control panel before him. It was weird to spend extended amounts of time before a display that was missing half the necessary components. He knew his program would fill in all the details, but as it was, his craft currently wasn't even capable of flight. Not unless you considered 'falling with style' to be flight.

"Softspot One, any word on when our wayward companion shall be returning?" Braxton inquired.

"Control panel to Cyborg one," Sy replied brightly, "Streetrat One is on his way over now. Stop hogging the airways. Over."

Braxton laughed happily. "Copy that, Softspot."

"Don't call him that," Jim reminded Braxton yet again.

Aladdin greeted Sy, Fishlegs, and Matt, though the team could only hear their replies over their communicators. A minute later, Aladdin's voice joined the team. "Control panel is ready. Goggles on. We'll be starting the simulation in just a moment. Any questions before we do?"

"Uh, yeah, what's the plan?" Tuffnut asked as he strapped on his goggles.

"Get in, blow 'em up, get out." Braxton secured his goggles. "Oh, and grab the king somewhere in there as well."

"We are not blowing anyone up, Braxton." Sy reprimanded him firmly. "We are using sleeper gas and stun guns. Try to extract both the king and our agent. I'll send you an image of our agent as soon as the program is up and running." He tapped some things on the control panel. "Simulation starting."

"Tookie bah wah bah!"