In hindsight, yes, making the bet wasn't all that smart. If asked, they would all admit to that.

But c'mon!

Who would have thought that Washington would be the one to win a three-way fight between Agent Maine, Agent Wyoming, and himself?

That was like pitting against each other a verbally challenged saber-tooth tiger, a South African puma, and pitifully naïve kitten.

And having the kitten win!

But, as Louisiana contemplated the circumstances that brought her together with two of her coworkers, she couldn't help but feel smug.

Because she wasn't the only one who had taken Connie's bait—she was, in fact, only one of three who had bet against Washington.

Not the smartest thing they could have done considering Connie's knowing smirk as she listed the terms of their agreement.

But that wasn't the point, nor was it what she was thinking at the moment. Because, at the moment, she was wondering—as she was sure Agents Nevada and Iowa would be wondering later in the week—how exactly she was going to survive the situation that she had somehow managed to land herself in.

Louisiana snorted. At least she'd finally "bond" with some of the other agents, as the Counselor had been urging her to do.

And, by the time the week was out, she and Ada and Iowa would certainly be bonded—bonded by trauma and an intense hatred for Agent Connecticut and the color pink, anyway.

We should win a medal or something, Louisiana thought as she tugged on the hem of the baby-pink silk shorts that barely reached the top of her thighs. For the things we do for science.