Shattered
Epilogue
We Were Dojo
It took us about a month, but we got back to the top of the ratings.
As we raced from Dojo to our third drop of the day, I looked around me at these people.
Byrne, the leader who held us together.
Deets, the responsible, neat-freak older sister.
Loogie, the lunatic who stopped things from getting too tense.
Fizz, the smartest one of us all. And my girlfriend.
I looked back at the window at the fifth piece of this puzzle.
Old School, the father I'd never had.
I grinned, looking at them.
We were six pieces of a whole.
We were Dojo.
We were strong.
Most importantly, we were.