After a couple of weeks, Xander had solidified his team. He knew who he could trust. There were about a dozen REMs who always followed him around like he was the Pied Piper. But he had his favorites, his core companions. He hung out, hunted, and played most of his Rock Masters games with them. During those days, Xander had been mulling an idea in his head until it became an obsession. He had to see it through.
“Jasper, Bixby, and Graham . . . we’re gonna take a walk today.” The three of them had just finished up collecting the rocks, strewn about, from the Rock Masters court.
“A walk? What for?” Graham said. “Is it gonna be far? I’m too tired.”
“Where we goin’? There ain’t nothin’ to see around here, Xander,” Bixby drawled.
“We’re not sight-seeing, guys. We’re gonna go on a quest. I
