The place was far too quiet and he was way too restless to stay put. Misha decided to head down to the Danger Room to work off some stress. If he didn't do something, the bottle of vodka in his room, the bottle he was supposed to get rid of and didn't in a stupid ass way to challenge himself would start looking like a better way to get some sleep.
Shirtless and in a pair of cutoffs, he left his room with the leather duffle containing the armor over his shoulder. He'd work on finesse with the armor, and all out ass kicking without it. That should eat up most of the next few hours.
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