Makiya

178. A personal mission

All of them, beat up, Azazel included, gathered around the table after waking up midday.

They stared at each other awkwardly, and nobody said a thing. Noticing how each and every one of them looked like if they weren’t flying drones, but drinking senseless at some tavern last night.

Andrey broke the silence, “I think we would best do something about our condition faster, because it sucks to see you all looking like this.” 

Nobody moved or breathed at that moment. They all had the same thing on their minds, though.

Just a minute later, all of them launched their drones and explored the air.

“Hey, let’s make a race. Try and catch me, guys!” Illien yelled.

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