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fights.”
    Bruiser and Mystic eyed each other across the table. They did not look happy.
    “The fighters are kept separate from each other,” David went on. “Mystic needs to interact with everyone until he sees what he needs to see regarding Zandra. This makes it imperative that Mystic fight as many competitors as possible.”
    I raised my finger. “And me and Chapling?”
    TL nodded to Chapling. “Chapling, of course, will work from home base.”
    Of course . I remembered a time when I was promised I would work from home base.
    But, truth be told, I’d gotten to the point where I sort of liked the traveling, the missions. Sort of.
    Of course, I’d never admit that out loud.
    TL looked between me and Chapling. “You two are going to design that state-of-the-art, one-of-a-kind program to identify Harry Noor’s new Warriors. And when David and Mystic show up for Warrior tryouts, you need to figure out how your program will identify them as top notch fighters and get them hired on with the Demise Chain. After that, you’ll be on hand 48
    working for Harry Noor, advising his fighters. Obviously, if it’s anybody other than Mystic, you’ll give bad advice. Anything to advance Mystic in the competition.”
“Um,”
    Hello? Did they not see the fact that I knew absolutely nothing about fighting? For that matter, I’d never even played a fighting video game. Heck, I couldn’t even remember the last time I’d played a video game, period. Not that we were talking about video games, but it was all I could think of that related.
    Chapling clapped his hands. “No problem. Noprobnoprob. This’ll be fun. A little Physics, electricity, throw in some magnetism—Oooh! And we can get those absorption pads from storage and switch out the acceleration wires for recording force faction. Oooh!” He rapid fire clapped. “We should totally get Dr. Gretchen involved. Have you seen what she’s got in her cabinets?” He scratched his head, making his brillo pad hair poof out. “Yeahyeahyeahyeahyeah.”
    He pushed back from the table and jumped down from his seat. “She’s got that really cool,” he snapped his fingers, “what do you call it . . . oh I can’t remember right now.” Chapling waddled over to the conference door, opened it, and walked right on out.
    Everyone just looked at each other.
    David turned to me. “Back on track. Harry Noor is meeting with prospective computer designers in one week. He’ll pick the person he wants to work with after seeing their presentation. He will pick you.”
    I lifted my brows and asked the obvious. “And if he doesn’t pick me?”
    “That’s not an option,” David responded.
    Great. Talk about pressure.
    “A couple days after that,” David continued, “the Warrior try outs will occur, and the following evening will be the night of fighting that Mystic and I will compete in.”
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TL clicked his pen. “There are a lot of unknown facts here. Who is the person who kidnapped Zandra? What does he or she want? What do the fights have to do with it?” TL
    clicked his pen again. “We’re working with a lot of indefinite details. And that doesn’t make me comfortable in the least.”
    Not to mention the fact his, their , daughter’s life was at stake. With that thought I glanced at Nalani again and found her sitting there staring blankly at the table in front of her. Slowly, her eyes closed, and although it was slight, her brows drew together with the stress and sadness of the situation.
    “Switching modes.” TL pushed back from the table and stood. “Each of you has a specialty. In order to expand on that talent and further your knowledge, you need materials. You need your own special place to go for privacy, research, and practice.”
    I knew he was talking about our special rooms. Only Mystic and Bruiser had not been introduced to their rooms. TL had introduced the rest of us to our rooms right before we went on our first missions.
    TL looked at Bruiser.