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Raza: “Mr. Stark…. Mr. Stark…. Mr. Stark!”
You: “Present!” I jolted up, breathing rapidly as I was jostled from my sleep. Woken from one of those ridiculous dreams you always hear other people talking about but never think you’d have. Mine was me back in high school. I couldn’t help but shudder at the thought. Raza had taken the initiative to wake me, standing over me his his hand shaking at my shoulder.
Raza: “It is morning Mr. Stark, you’re plane is ready and waiting.” Apparently I’d fallen asleep in my chair the night before. The file Raza had given me open in my lap.
You: “Thank.. Thank you Raza.” I moaned through a yawn. “We’ll be ready in a moment.” He nodded.
Raza: “We have a stretcher ready to carry your red-headed friend. Just let us know once you’re ready.