Redhawk Caldera Be like Elsa, let it go.

quickiieeeeee

Colt was in the middle of a super awesome power nap when the call rang, and he almost ignored it.  He figured it could wait, and the slap on the proverbial wrist would be worth the extra zs.  But then Finley joined in, and the tone brooked that something big was up.  Ok fine.

He showed up and sat down, yawning widely before waiting expectantly.  He had a niggling sensation this was about the Blackfeather business, and hoped it wasn't a call to arms.  He was tired.