Blair took a deep breath. "We prepare. We run drills tonight. We memorize each other's patterns. We establish clear communication protocols. And tomorrow, we crush the Foxes so completely that no one remembers they were ever near us."
"And if that doesn't work?" Hikaru asked.
"It will work." Blair's tone left no room for argument. "It has to work."
The others nodded, but she could see the doubt in their eyes. They'd tried this before—endless drills, practice runs, coordination exercises. Something always broke down in execution. Usually Charles trying to protect her, or Dante doing his own thing, or Javier freezing up.
"Dismissed," she said finally. "Meet at the north field in two hours for drills. Come prepared."
They filed out one by one. Hikaru was the last to leave, pausing at the door.
"There's something you should know about Monroe," he said.
Blair's head snapped up. "What?"
"He's dating Aurora Fitzgerald. The orange-haired second-year from Obsidian."
