[He stretches and watches, uncertain which setting is stun and which is kill, but honestly, he's not too concerned: he's not here to judge. Lanterns came from all sorts of moral systems, it was surprising they managed to agree on anything at all. Stubborn jerks. He allows himself a smile.
Then, he rings up two motorcycles.]
Thirty-five degrees north by north-east, right? What say we travel in style?
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Then, he rings up two motorcycles.]
Thirty-five degrees north by north-east, right? What say we travel in style?