Misha automatically closed his eyes inside the helmet and blasted up to hover over the treetops. He didn't bother with stealth mode...yet. "Come out, come out, wherever you are," he called over the comm. "Also, no roasting the trees. Corey might come up from New Orleans just to guilt you into donating to all of his favorite charities."
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