"Oi've go' yooooo, under me skin, Oi've go' yooooo, deep in the 'art of me, so deep in me 'art, th' yer a par' of me, ok've go' yooooo, under me skin." Jingo was having a whale of a time, flying high up above the clouds were the fog was less of an issue, the flight had been relatively uneventful, his radar had picked up faint signatures of a large plain in the area but he chalked it up as being a rather dense rain cloud. He had long since finished his coffee, the cup laying on the cockpit floor among all the other cups and brown paper, take away bags and was missing the warm sensation it gave him. Through his headphones, he heard shredded words through the static, talk of he squinted as he listened, as if doing so would help him hear better.

"Albion Avengers.." he mumbled, "Them be those blokes tha' I'm flying' tooo." Jingo flipped a few switches on his control panel and deactivated auto-piolt, gently touching his control stick forward, the nose angled down and he made a shallow descent through the clouds, bringing him down to where he could see the ocean and a mass of circling planes. He turned on his comms, "Albion Avengers, this is tha' Medicine Stick, I believe I were taasked ti find yous, Oi'll be yer new fixer for the foreseeable future."

He brought the Medicine Stick down to the same plain as the other planes, falling into the circle that they were flying in, "The name's Jingo, incase non'ef ye knooow." Jingo spoke in a thick accent, one that was impossible for some impossible to not laugh at.