“Hey, Jayce.” Miro Sarrazin held his hand up straight, brought it down pointing right with his entire hand. Jason faked a pass; Joel Meyers foot-swept; Jason pulled the ball back, knocked it to Miro. Miro received it, controlled it with a nonchalance Jason wished he possessed. “I was supposed to tell ya…” Miro knocked the ball to Tom Miller at the far end of the grid. “DeLauro was looking for you. You didn’t confirm your appointment.”
“Damn.” Jason received the ball, bobbled it. Meyers blasted it out of bounds.
“Focus,” Compari snapped. Panuzio, Sarrazin, Compari and Miller had started the first two games as a diamond defense, with Compari, the only senior, the sweeper and unit leader.
“I am,” Jason snapped back. He trotted after the ball, paused to watch the start of the girls’ game, n
