It was one of the few times Misha was caught watching the news outside of baseball season. Rachel's contact came at the moment the news camera showed a familiar face.
"No fucking way," he breathed, a /very/ rare expletive escaping him. "On my way!" he yelled, running for the stairs. He needed to get his suit and into the air immediately.
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