Mike just smirked. He wasn't precisely talking about Niikura, but it applied here, too. Niikura was a stubborn moron, but he had street sense and was a good fighter.

He was also a good friend. Besides April and a handful of others in the Resistance, Mike hadn't had one in a while. Not one that was this "whole" anyways. Niikura wasn't weary like they had been when only moments of happiness could be snatched from the constant depression of a subjugated world.

"Anytime, bro'," Mike continued smirking. "I'll see you later. Try not to get into trouble while I'm not there."