Chapter Sixty-One
Bright lights filled the screen, shrapnel spun off into the void, and Zack listened to the final rumble of their loss. He made a face, pulling off the headset rather than listening to the announcement, only to hear Greg speak.
“Sorry, guys. I tried,” Greg said.
His ship had been the last to fall, leaving them one point behind their opposition. At the start of the second day of the tournament, six teams had already been disqualified. Halfway through the day, another two had been kicked out, leaving sixteen teams in the tournament, many of them—like their team now—down a loss.
“Don’t worry about it,” Zack said, shaking his head. “Sometimes you just mess up, like putting the wrong protein mix and fruit cocktail together.”
“What?” the rest of the team cried.
“Oh, right.
