"I could think of worse things than the extra sleep."

Red couldn't believe the thought was actually crossing his mind, but he actually wished Mocha was there right now. At this hour, at this temperature, in a place like this? A cup of well-made coffee would not have gone amiss.

Oh, well. At least everyone's collective fatigue seemed to be taking some of the edge off... even if he was still giving Dylas a look askance, still swore he felt Richard's eyes on him more often than he liked, and Dante--

...Actually, Dante was pretty cool.

But just the same, by the time one last group of foes had come in to make a last stand before dawn, Red was more than eager to blow some steam and let some of that pent-up frustration out in the form of bullets, lasers, and miscellaneous magical ordnance. No point in taking it slow out here-- he went straight to bringing his •Magitek Armor down from the heavens, and vaulted into the cockpit as the machinery warmed up.

Literally warmed up. Boy, was he glad he sprung for the seatwarmer when he upgraded it.