"It's a plan"

"Here." Glory reached over to heft me on his back, and paused. He looked at the red stripes at the tops of my shoulder and under my arm, and around my waist.

He glared at me. "You martyr!" He lifted up my shirt and inch to see the fine line across my stomach. "Why didn't you say anything!" He reached into his belt and pulled out a length of cotton swab, "Don't be stupid, kid! You, of all people, ought to know better the to just suffer in silence."

"What the hec?" Cannon took out his cotton bandage and scowled. "You know better then this."

Delta didn't say anything, he simply tossed me his cotton.

I took the cotton and Glory carried me behind a rock, then walked back where the guys were whispering.

Tears stung my eyes. First of all, the wounds hurt like you-know-where. Second, I was the first in our team to be shot.

I wrapped the first bandage tightly around my thin, muscled stomach. Years of workout have given me a tough physique, but the slash hurt. I tightened it, hoping to stop the bleeding.

I took off my shirt, thankful that Glory had the tact to bring me behind a rock without my asking. I wrapped the first bandage around my shoulder and under my armpit, sealing the blood.

I did it to my other arm as well. And my bandage I put around y chest, under my arms. I felt the gauzy padding thankfully, and pulled my shirt back on.

At least, At least I've down the best thing here at camp, I found the key!

I moved and scooted myself to the end of the rock, for Glory to strap me back in. I started to call out, then paused,

"She's been shot, she's too stupid to tell us she's cut! Why did bring her?" Delta's words were more cutting than the fine slice on my stomach.

"Chill out Delta. She's also found the key, brought Maxell, got us allies in all the cabins. And she's practically won us the 3rd place for the talent show" Glory breathed heavily through his nose. "You're fault picking man. I know you wanted the 'never-injured' award, but think real. You're displaying a six-star quality nit-picking!"

"If there is anyone that is dead weight thus far it's you." Cannon checked the ammo on his gun. "I'm gonna carry Silver down the mountain."

"Why would I want to carry the 105 needless pounds anyway?"

Cannon didn't say anything, he just handed his gear backpack to Delta.

"It's not like you care about her! It's her freakin' body anyway." Delta swirled around and skidding down the mountain.

Glory blew out a steamy breath. His warm breath contrasted with the stinging coldness of the mountain we'd just mastered.

"I can't deal with him. He's a jerk when he doesn't get his way."

"He's normally awesome." Glory chewed his tongue. "We does he hate you?"

"Because he's JEALOUS. I got Dusk wrapped around one finger, and the admiration of the agents around the other. Duh. He's not the top in ninja after I took the lead male spot and left him on the wayside."

"I see."

"It's not Silver he hates, it's me. He takes it out on Silver because she's too nice to do what deserves and strangle him."

Glory chuckled. "It's not like she's very nice to you."

"She'll come around. I'm the King remember?"

I scooted back around the rock and pushed back my hair. On one hand I loved Cannon for sticking up for me like that agianst Delta. But on the other, I allowed myself a small smile, Cannon was still the hormone driven guy.

"Don?" Glory called.

"Yeah. Come on over."

They came down and knlet next to me.

"I'm gonna carry you down. Forget the X-strap. It's a mile till we get to the jeeps back to camp." Cannon slipped one arm around my back and the other under the crook of my knees. He lifted me easily and began trotting down the mountain.