Perfect timing on the communicator. He had just gotten out of class when the notice came in.
Luckily Atlantis was relatively close, so it shouldn't take all too long to get there. Ducking into an unused stairwell, Michael radioed in.
"Firestorm here. On my way. Be there in about ten minutes."
With that, the Matrix is tapped and Michael flies off, headed towards Atlantis.
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