USER IS WILBUR :)

The wind whipped around Wilbur's figure as he soared gracefully through the raging storm. He had been taught to fly in weather like this, by Phil. It was really the only time he could fly completely instinctual.

"Songbird!" An angry voice yelled, just barely heard over the howling wind. "What the fuck are you doing flying in this weather?!" Wilbur squawked as a body came barreling into his from above.

"Get back in the tower right now," Ace hissed in his ear.