Part II – Descent
“ADAM, WHERE ARE you?” Samandriel’s voice boomed through the small garage. I jumped off the huge tractor and went about my business, ignoring him. I couldn’t be bothered with him. Or any other flyer for that matter. Since he’d flown me back, he’d gotten into the bad habit of checking up on me. It was a nuisance. I wanted him gone.
Samandriel had inherited Michael’s position after the former flyer leader’s swift departure. He hadn’t bothered to introduce himself to the masses, the new flyer in charge seemed quite fond of the Punisher moniker. It kept him nice and detached from everyone. Except for me. With me, he hovered, and it made me want to punch him in the face.
“What do you want?”
Samandriel gasped and pressed his right hand over his chest. “Oh, how you wound me!
