Our two days in Savannah passed without anything unusual happening. Joss and I made ourselves as visible as possible, but no one recruited us to join a weird commune. It was downright disappointing, and I said that to Joss on our final morning at the bed and breakfast.
“I mean, here we are, ripe for the picking. I feel like that kid who gets picked last for every team during gym class." I bit into a raspberry Danish.
“Shh." Joss glanced around. “It's not that surprising. First of all, we don't know that they're recruiting in Savannah. Hell, we don't know that they're bringing in anyone else at all. Second, because there's two of us, maybe we don't fit their profile."
“That's possible." I watched her take a sip of coffee. “I was just hoping it would be easy. You know, we get picked up he
