"Captain Blazkowicz," the familiar voice rasped through the static of the long-distance line, "I am not even going to ask you what in the hell you think you are doing, because frankly I don't give a shit. I'm only going to tell you this: The minute you and Ridley are within regulation and fit to fly, I expect you to be in the air. If my bomber is not in Cowtown by 2100 hours Central Time tomorrow, with no unauthorized personnel aboard, there will be hell to pay on a scale with which you have not been previously acquainted. Am I making myself perfectly clear?"