​     "I'll be back in a minute," Gramps told his family. "Do ​not follow me this time."

​     Oh no. Skip, back from the bathroom, Alison, Cathy, Abby, they all nodded as one. No one was going anywhere. Being shot at by helicopters while flying in a cement cube hundreds of feet above the city was enough adventuring for one day, thank you very much.

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