DROP THIRTY
Billie breathed in slowly, then exhaled. She seemed bored, but she was the exact opposite. She was fed up. She reverted to her standing orders, covering the qwik, as usual. They scored once, then lost one point. They got the feel of the match, so Stu sent her a target in her team’s AR.
The tall Chain.
Billie sighed. She didn’t ask for this.
“Stu, please, cain ey nae do this, just this time? I cain just skelp her, pin her down, keep her there.” She subvocalised the words, and they were carried to everyone in the Teamspeak.
“Bobo, this is your job. Do you wanna let down the rest of the girls, hm? Do you wanna disappoint me?” Stu said.
Billie slumped her shoulders. She unfocused her eyes, keeping everyone in her peripheral view.
The opponents charged, going in for a swift
