It took the flock and I a while to figure out that although we were sitting in the jet, no one was driving it. That's how tired we were.
"Erm, Max?" Iggy called pointing to the drivers seat. I felt like such an idiot. Why hadn't I thought about this on the way over?
"Yeah, I know. I'll call our good friend Nino Pierpont and get him to send someone to pilot the jet." I told him reaching for my handheld. I was a bit reluctant to just have anyone come over and fly all the people I loved about a million feet up in the air but we needed to get back and this was the fastest way. I wasn't about to let...
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