It wasn't a fast flight, nor was it the sort filled with loops and twirls - but even with his reduced speed, Vector enjoyed the feel of the wind on his face, breathing lightly as he rose as quickly as he could.
Then began to glide, letting gravity do half his work for him.
"So," he said over the wind, "how long might we have, until your friends start to worry?"
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Then began to glide, letting gravity do half his work for him.
"So," he said over the wind, "how long might we have, until your friends start to worry?"