Chapter 4
“That was such a rookie mistake,” Stooge ribbed me as we walked into our favorite bar that evening. My first impulse after virtually blowing both of us up had been to go home and lick my wounds. But that wasn’t how a team worked. When one of our own failed, we took him out on the town...and teased him mercilessly.
“Worse than Duckie,” Ian agreed, punching me on the shoulder with enough force to knock a civilian backwards. I, of course, stood my ground.
“Really? A slip of the fingers is worse than hitting your head on every single lintel between here and China?” I countered.
“I can’t help it that I’m tall,” Samuel grumbled. But, true to his call sign, our team mate ducked unconsciously as he passed through the doorway we were all filing through. Yep, the nickname had done its
