DROP TWELVE
Pickle gulped once and then walked up to him.
Hector sighed and dropped his armour sketches on the table. “What’s wrong? You have that frown between your eyes you only get when things are bad.”
She wasted no time. “We need more money.”
“Of course we do. We always need more money.” He relaxed and leaned back on his chair.
“Yeah, but there’s one way we can make some.”
“That’s good, isn’t it?” He leaned forward and made a ‘carry on’ gesture with his hand. “Let’s hear it.”
Pickle swiped in the air and showed him a veil banner about a jugger match. The team she presented to him was even sillier than his own: The Clumsies.
He choked down a snort. “Okay. What about them?”
“You can loan me and Cherry out for a match. It won’t be much, but it is a cash injection. Not to mention
