"May the most aggressive team win!"
Clover rolled her eyes. "Ugh this is so dumb. Still, props to you for getting Alex to work for you; she'll be pissed about that for weeks."
The Coach growled at the teenager. "Get ready to play!"
Clover sighed while examining her nails. "No thanks; I hate soccer."
At that moment, the Coach seized once, then dropped like a stone. Cut off from their handler, Alex and the other soccer players came out of their daze.
"Huh?" said Alex, "Where am I? What happened to Coach?"
Clover smirked and pointed up at the gym rafters. Sam lay flat againts the eaves, purple sniper rifle in hand.
Joadie screamed. "You killed the Coach!"
"Calm down, Joadie," said Alex with an annoyed look on her face, "It's only a tranquilizer."
Clover burst out laughing. "Possession looks good on you, Alex!" Sam called from the rafters. She earned a soccer ball to the face for her insolence.