Izumo drank the last of his coffee as well and stood up with a huge yawn. He grinned sheepishly at Clint, nd rolled his shoulders to stretch them, before scooping up his pack. It was a well-worn bag and Clint had seen it before. Though small it held a hell of a lot more than it looked like it could, thanks to a few ninja tricks, and it was the only bag Izumo ever carried when travelling.

"Then let's go, sexy. Coffee will only hold off the crash for so long."