Henderson came strolling in in his battered old trenchcoat and with his equally battered fedora on his head. He took a moment to examine the plan on the board and then nodded in satisfaction. It wasn't what he would have done but then he wasn't the one leading the charge to rescue the maiden from durance vile. "Alright, lads," he said, ignoring the evil look from the Hit Witch in the corner, "let's be about it."