Right then, just hop in the seaplane behind me and I'll fly yeh to the Highlands.
We're to report to a feller named "Lieutenant Fawkes." I've promised the King we'd get there lickety-fast, so I took the liberty of ditchin' any excess weight. Like seatbelts. Parachutes. Maps. Stabilizers. Landing gear.
I never actually "land" these things anyways.
Completion
You two are the last thing I expected to see fall from the sky. Highbank is under attack!
Yep! Off we go. Easy... does it... Right then. I hate long plane rides. So I'mma gonna kick in the after-market burners and ignite our entire fuel supply in one go. Whatever yeh do... Don't. Black. Out!
After crash-landing in Highbank, Fargo gives you a look: