A Safehouse Somewhere in Kuwait, Sunday Afternoon

[spring_lost]

"Bam! Bam! Bam bam bam bam

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[mouthy_merc]

Oh look at that, a phone call!

Funny how things worked that way.

[spring_lost]

Nate flipped open his phone. "Cable."

Let this be a good call.

[mouthy_merc]

"I am no longer trying to eat a deer alive!" That was totally a good thing. "Still grey, but less grey than I was before. Plus, there was some epic battle that I missed out on by being pinned to the ground by some douche with a mullet."

[spring_lost]

Nate progressed that for a minute.

Good news.

Then again, mullet. "Anyone we know?"

They'd both been near the X-Men in the 90s. Mullets happened.