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fully clothed in pants and the tunic I’d carried from down below.
    “Do all girls—” a guard whispered, and another shushed him before he could finish the question.
    “Outside then,” Longshot said. “No bloodshed, fair play, and the first fall heralds the winner.”
    Those terms were acceptable. I felt sorry for the young man I was about to humiliate, but from his expression, he thought this was a big joke. Other guards snickered, whispering about my chances, and he raised both arms in anticipation of his easy victory, spinning in a cocky circle. So maybe he had it coming.
    He grinned, showing a gap in his teeth. “I’ll try not to hurt you.”
    Behind me, Stalker laughed softly, but I didn’t glance at him to share a conspiratorial look. Instead, I focused on the one I had to beat to convince the others I deserved a place on Longshot’s team. The guard advanced in no particular style, expecting I’d prove easy to defeat. His grab was clumsy, and I ducked and swung around behind him. When I planted my foot on his backside, the other guards hooted, and he spun, embarrassment blossoming on his face in scarlet patches.
    “Don’t play with him, Deuce.” The reminder came from Fade.
    In my head, Silk berated me. Don’t waste energy. Take him down.
    Even if the man had laughed at me, he didn’t deserve to be mocked. So the next time he came at me, I swept his legs and pounced on top of him, my hands on his throat. If I’d been carrying my daggers, he would already be dead.
    Silence fell, broken only by his quick, shocked breathing. And then the young man under me gasped, “I will be damned.”
    They had little close-combat training from what I could tell by that match. Or maybe he just hadn’t thought me worthy of his best effort. Either way, I glanced up at Longshot to make sure he accepted the outcome. The older man nodded, so I sprang away, spinning in a slow circle to see if the guard had any angry friends ready to defend his honor. But the others seemed shocked more than offended.
    To show I harbored no hard feelings, I offered my hand. Frank accepted it after a moment’s hesitation and I pulled him up. He shook his head, eyeing me with a mixture of admiration and disbelief.
    “It won’t be a popular decision,” Longshot said then, “but it would be criminal foolishness to waste talents such as those. If your friends fight half as well, I’d be honored to have all of you on my team.”
    Pride blazed in me. This was the first time I’d felt I could be happy in Salvation, like they might permit me to use my true skills. “How many members?”
    “Eight. One patrol leader, which would be me, one recon specialist, and the rest for defense.”
    “I’m good at recon,” Stalker said.
    It was no joke. He’d trailed us through the ruins, and despite my sharp senses and Fade’s intuition, we hadn’t noticed a thing. I nodded my endorsement.
    Longshot addressed all of us. “You’ll receive a small stipend in exchange for your work this summer.”
    I guessed he meant we’d be earning our own tokens, which could be spent at stores in town. That would be nice, as I hated being completely dependent on my foster parents for anything I wanted. They were generous enough, but that wasn’t the point; I needed to be independent. Only a brat took constant handouts without protest.
    “I’d count it a favor if you’d recruit me too,” the man beside me said.
    Longshot studied him. “Why’s that, Frank? I won’t have you messing with this girl and making her life miserable. She took you fair and square.”
    “It’s not that, sir.” He paused, then lowered his voice. “I think I might be able to learn from her.”
    “I wouldn’t be surprised. I guess I just need to find three more souls—” He hadn’t even finished the sentence when three more guards stepped forward, volunteering to join the team. They all seemed driven by appreciation too, not judgment or anger.
    Maybe it was all right to be