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[center][h2]Daddy, Daddy Crane[/h2][/center]

After the night and the very nice meal, it was back to the HQ then to  his hotel down the way. It'd been a good night, slightly dizzy from drink and good company. And the sleep that night had been full and good. Despite his hitch hikers playing some kind of convoluted card game into the early light of the day.

But the next day had come around and he'd woken, done his morning routine then walked into the main area of the hotel room, grinning broadly. The three dieties laid out in the living room. He summoned his tomahawk and conjured the ruins for wind and sound, and with a bang set off a burst of thunder. Setting the three gods to scrambling in shock and surprise. Each of them giving him a angry glare afterward, Micheal just laughing his balls off by the looks of it.

[i]A little bit later[/i]

Mikey and the Gods who are still groggy show up. He joins the group in planning.

After abit he raises his hand, "Uh hello, I'd like to accompany the team going to Minsk, I feel my skill set would be very much useless with paperwork. I hope this is okay." 

He smiles brightly and almost casually reaches over and smacks Whiskeyjack across the back of the head as he tries to  balance on Raven's head, "Stop that..."