Look on the bright side, boss,” said Cyclone the next morning as they sat in the cafeteria together, “at least you don’t have to listen to Atmosfear’s heckling all day.”
Winter sighed heavily. He glanced to his right, where Bolt—sitting next to him with an equally glum expression on his face and talking to his girlfriend—sat with his own plate of bacon and eggs untouched. “Yes, but at what price?”
“The price of both our Teams losing the next match, probably,” said Bolt. He tugged at the energy chain. “When it disappeared last night before we went to bed, I thought it meant that Aeno had decided to lift our punishment. Apparently not.”
That was true. When Winter and Bolt returned to the Universal Castle last night, their energy chain had briefly disappeared to allow them to sleep in the
