Chapter 22
Margie’s office was in a smaller tent not too far from the one where the rest of Jo’s team had gathered. Her desk was fairly tidy considering the change in plans that had happened only a couple of hours ago at the beginning of the attack. A few chairs sat around the desk, one of them askew, as if someone had jumped up quickly. Two cots were set up on either side of the bed in the corners. Jo had to wonder if Margie and Grant slept in separate beds, but that wasn't her business. And it wasn’t as if Guardians slept much anyway.
“All right, Jo,” Margie said, offering Jo a chair. She didn’t really want to sit, and since Margie was leaning against her desk, she didn’t see the point. “How can I help you?”
“Well, first of all, before I forget, do you happen to have any clothes that
