" Good luck, Cassie," Bryony snorts sarcastically, giggling as ouryounger sister pouts at her."You'll all be fine," dad reassures us. "You're all well...behaved, forthe most part." I try to smile as dad compliments us, though it doesremind me that unlike Laura and Suri last year, I won't be wearing aprefect's badge for my final year of school, all thanks to the one daysuspension I had three years ago- which was itself all thanks to Laurastarting a chain of gossip that resulted in me being 'outed'. Managers tend to play everything close to the vest, and even if the young guys were still around, you would mostly see the tried-and-true veterans.And that's good because... (?)That's good because even though they may be sounder ballplayers than the new guys, you at least know what they're capable of, and how to pitch to them. Some of them, you can get with ridiculous roundhouse curveballs that a high school kid ought to be able to catch up with. Some will go for the breaking pitch, outside and. I just couldn’t get to sl**p, no matter what I did. I’d had another shower, messed around on my phone, tidied my clothes away properly and even played with myself twice. Nothing worked, I was WIDE awake. I decided to explore the hotel, I’ve been there enough to know Vegas never shuts, so I threw on a thin crop top, denim hot pants, my favourite converse and headed to the lift. The hallways were quiet and so was the lift. I pressed for the lobby and it headed down, stopping once to let an older. When we were parked, I asked the two piloting the plane for a quiet chat. They sat in the plane with me so I could give them a little information. "I'm getting a man from the Canadians that is wanted by our government. This is unusual, as they normally prefer to hand them over at the border. This man is very dangerous and his associates are also very dangerous. By the time I get him here, he shouldn't be a danger to us, but when we get to Tampa, no one will ever know how he got there. He will.