Holliday had been sitting with his back against the wall next to the entrance, in his flight-suit and a large antiquated coin flipping from finger to finger in his hands, a blank expression on his face. He had been there when the Ryūjō had reached the last leg of its journey, sliding into a flight-suit and standing by in the event of an emergency sortie. "As much as I enjoy risks, there are some you simply don't take." Henry's eyes narrowed when he noted the call to arms by one of the bridge crew. "Very well then..." He muttered to no one in particular. He pushed himself off the wall and pocketed the antique, entering the hangar with his hands still in his pockets. He summarily inspected the hangar, combing through it from his position to locate his fighter, which was easy enough considering the place wasn't exactly a carrier. He jogged over to his craft and rushed into the cock-pit. "ATC, be advised... Uh, Asset one-two, going through pre-flight checks." "Smooth." As the avid gambler went through his instruments, he glanced up to note the infantry boarding their shuttle. Doc frowned, evidently not satisfied with his own timing. To his credit, his checks were finished. "ATC, Asset one-two taking number two on launch order."
Holliday leaned into his seat, the Spine interface connecting with his back. His face remained blank as he scanned the software in the fighter, informing him of its status. "Hull integrity... Missile count... Lock... Chaff storage... Hull integrity... Looks good to me." The dentist's grip tightened on the controls. "ATC, be advised, Asset one-two launching now." The side of Henry's mouth stiffened as his vehicle lurched up and at 'em. Once putting a good few hundred meters between his own craft and the Ryūjō, he maneuvered the fighter to orbit around the ship, tilted slightly to the right. "Ryūjō, Asset one-two is orbiting now. Want me anywhere specific?"