I loved it. I have to admit though, at this point:
And he had to go.
“I can’t do this,” he muttered.
With a few quick strides he was at her door. Seconds later, he was out of her apartment, into the suit and flying at superspeed towards the cry for help.
I thought we were going to have a high-angst story.
It was a nice in-the-suit revelation and a great start to the Ficathon.
Bob
