Piper raised an incredulous eyebrow at the condition of the Storm Hawks squadron. Congregated in the kitchen, the boys held either sheepish or expectant grins—or rather, in Stork's case, an awkward grimace—as they surrounded their preliminary sketch of the Dark Ace.
"I designed it," Finn gloated with blatant pride.
"I coloured it," the colouring utensils were dwarfed by the Wallop's meaty fingers that held them with care.
Radarr chirped, waving a set of pens and markers above his head.
Aerrow smirked before he turned to her, "I edited."
"I sprayed it," Stork added.
Still, they watched her expectantly. Piper's glowering did not relent. When their grins at last faltered, she barked, "I can't believe all of you!" She began fiercely, "I leave the Condor for one hour and you do this?"
They looked down somewhat abashed.
"Did none of you ever think of making copies for target practice?"
Wide-eyed, the boys exchanged astonished looks. The thought had never dawned on them.
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