This got her to keep a respectful distance from our table.
“We need a name,” Greg said, toying with the miniature Christmas tree in the middle of our table.
“A name?” Kevin asked.
“Yeah, if we’re gonna be a team of badass Splinter hunters, we need something to call ourselves. Something to strike fear into the hearts of any inter-dimensional asshole we come across,” Greg continued.
“Something more cohesive than ‘The Network’ might be appropriate,” Mina agreed. “If we’re planning to work in closer contact with each other.”
“The Resistance?” Courtney suggested. “It’s classic. It will never go out of style.”
“Clichéd,” Greg said, shaking his head.
“The Poets?” Haley said as she tapped one of the masks set down on the table.
“It’s not exactly fear-inspirin’, Hales,” Julie said.
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