My fingers hovered the keyboard as I stared at the blinking cursor on the black terminal screen.
The arena was still dead quiet, but the silence felt heavy.
If I didn't unlock the equipment cages in the next five minutes, the early-morning training crew would arrive to locked doors. Practice would be delayed, coach would be called, then maybe the athletic director and… Cole would want to know why I lost my ID.
My chest tightened. I had no other choice.
Taking a shaky breath, I typed in the letters. M-a-d-d-o-x-0-9.
I hit enter.
The screen froze for a split second before flashing a bright, neon green.
Access Granted. User: R. Maddox - Co-Captain.
The heavy locks on the three equipment cages clicked open at the same time. I squeezed my eyes shut, resting my forehead against the cool
