Uniform cabins were in five rows. There were about six cabins to a row. Six times five. Thirty teams here. Thirty times four. 120 SITs.

An ATM like machine was standing against a tree. The camp looked like something summer campers would go too, except for this metallic booth that was foreign to the tall oaks and leafy trees.

We plodded to it. Luckily, there were several against different trees, so lines weren't long.

Glory took a key card on of the portfolio he had gotten. He slid it in and a

computerized robotic sound whirled inside.

"Welcome to the Live Oaks first tri-annual Spy War. Welcome Cannon, Glory, Silver, and Delta. You are in cabin 16. Upon arrival open the folder on your bunk for instructions before your first assembly."

We walked to cabin sixteen and stepped in.

From the outside, it looked like a rustic log cabin. Inside, however, there were three beds, the headboards pushed against the back wall. The last bed was in the corner with a blue velvet screen from floor-to-ceiling around it. It was obviously mine.

On the door side was a long table and four chairs for us to set up our laptops. A bar hung across the ceiling to hang clothes on, and a little door led to the bathroom.

I clicked my bag and it vaporized to normal size. I pulled my credit card sized case out, and that fused into my air board, I leaned it against the wall near the door, set Maxell in front of one of the desk chairs, and put my gun on the gun rack.

Glory, Delta, and Cannon were going through the same motions.

"'ey! Check it out." Delta stood in front of what I had assumed was the bathroom.

I looked to see the bathroom, but setting, folded on the towel shelf was a big length of blue material. And a smaller piece of silver cloth was folded on top of that.

I picked out the one that was obviously mine. I cocked an eyebrow. "We're wearing this for a month?"

"Well." Delta picked up the folder on one of the beds. "It says that we've got four hours to make our uniforms."

"I'll make them." I volunteered. "I don't think either of you could make head or tail of this. I just have to measure you guys. I got an A in home ec."

Glory laughed. "I think you're right."

Cannon smirked. "I pity the teams with all guys."

I found the box next to the cloth with a sewing machine, elastic, thread, needles, several blue and silver buttons, scissors, and assorted sequins.

"Don't make us look dorky ok?"

I laughed. "Well, we might as well see what the other cabins are up too while I measure you."

While Delta stood still and I used the tape measure to check his neck and such, Glory and Cannon booted up Maxell.

"Is this legal?" Glory asked.

"It says in the rules we can bring and use any one gadget a team member had personally invented before being aware of the Spy War. They probably didn't expect something like Maxell here, but rules are rules."

"And even if they did expect Maxell." I said, jotting down Delta's leg length. "They didn't expect those new programs I just installed in it. Agent One doesn't even have it yet."

"Cannon you're up."

Cannon stood up in front of me and I took the tape measure around his neck, checking it carefully.

"Aw, Silver, this is the first time you've been in kissing range!" He cooed.

I tightened the tap measure, strangling him lightly, then measured along his arm.

"Looks like Hawaii doesn't know which way is up when it comes to sewing!" Glory hooted.

I smirked. "I'm sure they'll come up with a plan. It's not like we're the smartest team here. I mean, I may the best female SIT, but I'm only fifth when it comes to overall records."

I measured Glory and Delta measured me, then I set to work.

"I'm going to make a T-shirt and pants for each of you, and a T-shirt and a skort for me." I decided. "They'll be blue, with a stripe down the outside of your pants leg, and down the outside sides of my skort.

"Make it two stripes." Glory began to cut the silver into half inch stripes. "And two down our T-shirt sleeves too."

I surveyed my work. We actually looked pretty sharp! Glory had the idea of adding silver collars to our shirts.

"Ours are way better then theirs." Cannon looked to the screen, which zoomed in on cabin 15, which was Compound Hawaii. They had shorts, tank tops, and armbands of light blue and yellow.

I smoothed the cool nylon-like fabric of my skort. I had simply sewn high shorts, and then added two flaps of fabric over the front and back to the elastic part of the shorts and made it look like a skirt, but I could move easily in it with it still looking good.

Our shirts were nice too. The two stripes looked better then the one I had originally planned. They were sewn neatly and fit nicely instead of the rough one size fits all methods that some of the other cabins in Maxell's map range were. I had conformed it perfectly to their neck and shoulder measurements.

I tied a strip of silver around the top of my head, letting the knot be hidden behind my neck, under my hair.

Cannon had made a strip and tied it around his arm, just below his elbow. "Got to add a little personality!"

Delta laughed, but ended up tying a strip around his head, ninja style. Glory was the only one remaining uniform. The crisp blue and silver made his eyes stand out.

"What else are we doing today?" I put away the needles and took the folder from Delta's desk.

Unpack

Create your team uniform

At 7 report to the cafeteria for dinner

After dinner go to the assembly.

"That's specific." I smirked and looked over where Cannon was fiddling with Maxell.

"Good." Delta shrugged and zoomed in on the other places around our cabins.

"It's 6:00, should we start to the Mess Hall, we got nothing better to do?" Glory checked his reflection in his watch.

"Yeah." I grabbed my air board and threw it on the ground.

They all took their air boards and we skimmed out the door.

The four of us zoomed between the two rows of cabins that faced us. We were on the second row from the left. Cabins 1 through 10 were facing toward the next row, row two. Row two, which was our row, faced the first row. Three and four faced each other.

Cabin 9's team was lounging on the porch with crude shirts made of two squares of cloth sewn down together under each armpit and on the shoulder. The shorts were in the same elementary pattern.

They studied our clean-cut uniforms enviously.

"Of course." One said loudly. "They've brought they're maid with them to make uniforms."

I felt my face broiling, But Glory darted in front of me, blocking me from their view line.

Their comments stopped upon seeing Delta, Cannon, and Glory's appraising glares.

I veered around Glory in a fancy, hard pattern to their steps.

"I'm Silver from Compound Washington."

"Everyone knows who you are." One said.

"Do you want some help with your uniforms? I can hem them in a jiffy?"

I couldn't see my team's expressions, since they were behind me.

"What do you mean?"

"Dude, until the war starts we're all elite SITs. Get your machine. If you don't hem these things then they'll unravel and you guys will have midriff's by next week."

One handed me the machine and the other removed his shirt.

Quickly I hemmed the bottom of their shirts, and the sleeves and collars. It made the job look more professional and neater. They went into the cabin to change into different shorts, and I added a gadget holder and pockets quickly to their shorts.

Glory, Delta, and Cannon struck up conversations with the guys, who turned out pretty nice. They were Gyro, Steam, Crisp, and Gem from Compound New Hampshire. Crisp was the only person not a ten-star.

I handed them the shorts. "It's a lot better now." I grinned.

"Thanks." Steam, a tall black guy with cornrows smiled gratefully.

"No problem, it was cake. We all want to look good. I'll see you guys later." We hopped on our air boards and started toward the mess hall.

"What made you stop after the maid comment?" Cannon asked.

"We need all the allies in this game we can get." I replied coldly.

Glory looked surprised, "You're smarter then you look."

I forced a laugh. "All I know is we don't make any enemies till we have too. We all know friends are better then enemies."

They all nodded. "True."

We locked up our air boards and walked into a room.