Misha nodded. It was one thing to be grateful for in all this. No innocents were hurt. "My father is around here somewhere, too. I think he's working on Col. Fury about the car bomb now that Mom's awake." He smiled a little. Dad butting heads with Nick was always humorous.
Mom was right were he'd left her; in the chair outside the isolation window. He made enough noise not to startle a woman already on the edge. "Mom, we have company."
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