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the years. Argos took up post behind Kade with
his tail between his legs.
    “What’s the plan, Captain Dipshit?” she said.
    “You’re welcome for saving your life.”
    “Damian contacted you, correct?”
    “Yeah?”
    “I’ll thank him when I see him. Now, what’s the plan?”
    Kade shook his head. He supposed someone who got so lucky on looks and brains couldn’t
get a good roll on personality as well.
    “Prep and pack here until dark, then break into two groups. Group A will go with
Ashton to the sporting goods store and load up on supplies. Group One will go to
the police station and get weapons. Then north to Houghton College where we will
settle in and wait for Damian to arrive,” Kade said.
    “That’s your goal. Stay alive until Damian can save the day?”
    “Have a better plan?”
    “Nope. I would like to request to be on whatever team you are not on,” Victoria replied.
    Mick came back through the door and banged the suitcase off of the frame.
    “Be careful with those,” she snapped.
    “Don’t worry, that’s already been arranged,” Kade said.



C HAPTER III
S OME A SSEMBLY R EQUIRED
    ___________
    Kade stood in the cool air outside of Lucas’s dilapidated colonial home. He blocked
out
the sounds of the night and his fear that foamers could be around, and took a moment
to enjoy the night. Rarely did he consider himself lucky, but he was thankful. He
was thankful Tiny was afraid of needles, Victoria was pissed at his brother, Lucas
was paranoid, Mick was overworked, and Ashton had a bad reaction to a flu shot when
she was a kid. He wished he would have been able to get in touch with X, but he doubted
X believed him.
    The garage door clanked open, signaling it was time to leave.
    Kade approached the driver’s side of the cop car, and Mick rolled down his window.
Victoria sat in the passenger seat looking apathetic. Even in her disinterested state,
she was still gorgeous.
    “Two a.m.” Kade said.
    “X never showed?” Mick asked.
    Kade shook his head.
    “Figures,” Mick replied and drove off.
    The treaty Kade had negotiated between Mick and X had always been shaky. With Mick
as the cop, and X as the robber, it took every favor Kade could call upon to make
them play nice. X was never much for hanging out in groups, which made Kade’s task
of balancing these two friendships less difficult. Like most of Kade’s friends, Mick
came along after Kade was diagnosed with Huntington’s.
    Mick had been the sweeper for the high school soccer team, the last line of defense
before Kade, who was the goalie. They formed a symbiotic bond that flourished into
a friendship. Both of their performances were greatly affected by one another, which
led to watching each other’s backs, both on and off the turf.
    He could tell Mick felt like a failure. In high school he had acted the same way
when he felt responsible for a goal. Each person who had died overnight in his jurisdiction
was a personal failure. Kade knew in time Mick could work past that, but hoped he
could forgive himself sooner rather than later.
    * * *
    Mick and Victoria packed duffel bags with boxes of ammo in the supply room of the
police station. They had already loaded most of the weapons and gear that they wanted
into the cruiser, but now they were focused on emptying as much ammo as they could
pack out.
    “I have a Ph.D.,” Victoria said.
    Mick ignored her and kept filling his bag. Regardless of how long the time with her
felt, he didn’t want to add to it by having to listen to her complain. Robbing his
own police station already cast him in a somber mood, like he was present at his
own funeral.
    “I don’t do manual labor,” Victoria continued.
    Mick tried to block her voice out of his mind, but her smooth delivery was almost
impossible to ignore. There was some quality to her voice that even he appreciated.
There was a confidence in every word she spoke that made it ring true to the ear.
    “How was this a good idea?” she