Chapter 19: Team Building

Harlow

"Splendid!" Madoc exclaimed. "That's exactly the kind of go-get-'em positive thinking we need. Hip, hip..."

Madoc threw his arm in the air, waiting for a group "hurray," but it never came.

"I see we don't do group chants," he said. "We'll work on that."

"This is bullsh*t," said Bonnie.

"Now, Ms. Black," Madoc replied, "if you have feedback you wish to share, please save it for the suggestion box. You can hash out the rest of the details yourselves. I'll be right over here if you kiddies need any help."

Madoc sat on a bar stool, pulled out a newspaper from his jacket, and began working on a crossword puzzle.

Bonnie looked like she was about to blow her top.

"I'll be ok," I assured her.

"We're sending Stitch as one of the escorts," she said. "At least we'll have someone there to help if Harlow gets hurt. That leaves three more."

"I volunteer," Cyrus said, throwing me a quick glance.

"You just wanna go 'cause your wannabe girlfriend's leading the charge," Blayze snapped.