Having finally managed to get the helmet off, Misha rested on the ground near one of the downed robots. His face looked a little lopsided and he was in a lot of pain. It would have to be set very soon before it healed that way and needed to be re-broken. He might've promised Brat the privilege of re-breaking the next time he needed it.
"Did the government send them?" he demanded of the liaison. He didn't mention trouble. That would make him Captain Oblivious.
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