He smiled. "Are we all ready?"The staff gave each team their spell-ball guns, and led them to their starting positions. Kevin waited until his crews...signaled their readiness, then he blew a ceremonial whistle, starting the competition.Jason was leader of the red team for a reason - he had been in the Army, and knew a few things about squad tactics. He left part of his squad deployed carefully to defend his flag - including a couple of snipers. The rest he formed into two assault teams. . ’ He looked down on Jacques, pale and still on the bed, his skin damp and flushed. They had all gathered in Jacques’ room, loath to leave him alone in his condition. Jacques had been hit by an arrow, which had barely missed his lungs. To make matters worse, he had been flung off his horse when a rain of boulders came too close to where he was, breaking his ankle as well. He had been unconscious for three days then the fever had started and he’d start to rave. That had been a week ago. He was. I wouldn't open the door like this normally." Having made her apology she made no attempt to hide herself or get behind the door. John who had done the knocking Just stood there and stared at her. Thinking that the late evening breeze was responsible for making her nipples suddenly more evident he muttered something about it being chilly on the doorstep and could they come in and have a quick word.The woman herself appeared mesmerised by the sight of the two fully uniformed officers and meekly. He always had the power to fall back on if his father got too pissed.I'll do it, Dad, he thought vehemently. Don't push me. I won't let you stop me. I'll do it."And what if I chose to take it away from you again?" But... you won't," he said in a small voice. "Right?"Henry paused, his gaze still even and steady. Finally, he sighed through his nose. "No, I won't," he said quietly.As Jason looked at his father's face now, he thought he saw fear flicker in them for a brief instant."Jason, it's.