Misha took a detour to the office downstairs to let someone know he would be gone and where to contact him in case of emergency. Then he was back up to his room, stripping out of his clothes before he was inside with the door pushed in a suggestion of closed. The leather duffle with the armor and undersuit sat on the floor in the closet. For the first time since the early days with the suit, he fumbled a little getting it on.
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