Kayla, Sam, and Olivia stripped off their flight suits, thanks to Slick’s sewing box from her days as a model and the Velcro strips she’d sewn into the suits so they could be removed with one rip of the fabric. Kayla stood in all her belly-dancing glory while Olivia wore her Dallas Cowboy cheerleader’s outfit, complete with baton made from a stick and covered with tinfoil. Sam stood nearly naked in her bra and bikini underwear to add more skin to the event.

Sam clapped her hands over her mouth so she wouldn’t laugh. “Okay, let’s go.”

Team Three crab crawled their way through the brush to where the recruits and staff were still trying to come up with a strategy. Zoe, Slick, and Hawkins were elected to do the shooting.

Kayla moved forward, Olivia right behind her, Sam across from her. Slick, Zoe, and Hawkins spread out, their paintball guns ready to fire the moment Kayla, Sam, and Olivia stood up to display their near nakedness.

Olivia jumped up first and yelled at the top of her lungs, “Sis Boom Ba!” as she twirled the homemade baton she’d carried with her, strapped to her leg under the flight suit. Kayla started to gyrate to the tune of some unheard music as she bellowed, “Talk about your Kodak moment!” Sam removed her bra and twirled it with one finger. The startled looks on the recruits’ and staff members’ faces slowed their reflexes as paint splattered in all directions—all five were hit simultaneously.

“Gotcha!” Sam said exuberantly, as Kayla and Olivia ran back to get their flight suits while she put her bra back on.

Team Three hunkered down in the brush as they waited for the five flares to go off. Then two more flares went off.

Team Three looked at one another. “How many are left?” Slick asked.

Sam shrugged. “I lost track. Wait a minute. Listen.”

Sound sailed into the forest as one of the staff members started to recite who had been killed just as two more flares colored the pine trees. More flares went off.

“Okay, we’re down to us, Pappy, and one member of his staff. Spread out and be careful.”