"Give me a sec. If you're in a hurry, you can have it without the coffee," Husk grumped.
Now Husk was no softie, but he'd been deliberately tuning the radio to 66.6 AM since just before the Cleanse. Hearing his boss cheerfully deliver the final countdown had let him know that the deer was still kicking at least before the angels arrived. However, there was silence from the radio. It made sense given the angels could've used a broadcast to track Alastor's location.
Not that it mattered. The amount of power Alastor gave off was like a big shining beacon.
"You look like shit," Husk groused as he started pouring coffee into a mug, adding a splash of whiskey.
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Now Husk was no softie, but he'd been deliberately tuning the radio to 66.6 AM since just before the Cleanse. Hearing his boss cheerfully deliver the final countdown had let him know that the deer was still kicking at least before the angels arrived. However, there was silence from the radio. It made sense given the angels could've used a broadcast to track Alastor's location.
Not that it mattered. The amount of power Alastor gave off was like a big shining beacon.
"You look like shit," Husk groused as he started pouring coffee into a mug, adding a splash of whiskey.