Alex hopped out of the helicopter, wind tossing his hair about. Grasscutter was strapped to his back, and he wore an expression that didn't exactly seem to suggest he was about to descend into a pit of hell. In fact, he looked rather excited.
"Hey, Nicholas," he said with a grin. This was much better than sitting around the base watching zombie movies. Or being forced into trick-or-treating for the others to steal his candy. There had been a serious debate before the whole demon thing broke out.