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his loafered toe. With his arms crossed, he pointed his sunglasses-covered eyes towards the island. “Just waiting on the elves, as usual.”
    “Do they have any toys worth playing with?” Max Reynolds asked. “The EMP didn’t fry them all?”
    “They could have at least tried to save a PlayStation or something,” Shane Reynolds said. “You can only do so much target practice each day before you go cuckoo nuts.”
    “Did you just say that?” Max scoffed. “My own brother has betrayed the sniper code by saying he gets bored with target practice. It’s like I don’t even know you.”
    “Hey, bro, I can’t help it if I’m a perfect shot and there’s just nowhere to improve,” Shane replied. “I wouldn’t recommend you stop practicing, though. You pull to the left on your second shot. Don’t feel bad. It happens.”
    The Reynolds brothers were nine months apart and looked almost identical, both with yellow-blond hair, green eyes, freckles across the nose, deep tans, and that Southern California surfer boy attitude. But there was more than one way to tell the difference between them- Max was missing his left ear and had scar tissue running from his scalp, down his neck, and onto his shoulder while Shane was missing his right eye completely and had a black eye patch covering the socket, a Rasta-colored pot leaf stitched into the material.
    Both had very thick joints tucked into the corners of their mouths.
    “Boys, knock it the fuck off,” Thorne said, stepping from the group to face the brothers.
    “Sorry, Uncle Vinny,” Max replied.
    “Our bad, Uncle Vinny,” Shane added.
    They didn’t budge.
    “The joints!” Thorne barked. “I’m talking about the joints!”
    “Oh, I thought you just wanted us to shut up like always,” Max said, taking the joint from his mouth and carefully putting it out with the wet tips of his thumb and forefinger. He tucked it into a pocket on his gear vest and patted it gently. “You stay safe, mighty spliff.”
    “I want you to shut up too,” Thorne replied. “That’s a fucking given.”
    Next to the Reynolds stood their cousin, Kinsey Thorne, a muscular woman of average height with short-cropped blonde hair and wrap-around sunglasses that reflected her father’s face back at him as he surveyed the rest of the Team.
    “You know you can’t ever win the shut the fuck up battle, right Daddy?” Kinsey smirked. “I don’t think they even understand the concept.”
    “Max no understand shutting up,” Max said. “Max stupid.”
    “Beside the point,” Darren Chambers chuckled.
    Dirty blond hair that blew in the ocean breeze, bright blue eyes, a tight black t-shirt hugging his muscled torso, Darren looked like a bulked up GQ model, not an ex-SEAL. He lifted his sunglasses and gave Kinsey a wink.
    “Good thing their stupid doesn’t run in the family,” Darren said.
    “Shut up, Ditcher,” Shane said. “Stop sucking up to Sis. She divorced your ass for a reason.”
    “Ancient history and water under bridges and all that,” Darren said. “And what the fuck did I do? I was just playing.”
    “You were winking at my cuz, bro,” Max said.
    “I’m your bro, not him,” Shane responded.
    “That was a derogatory bro, bro,” Max said. “I save the love bros for you, bro.”
    “You’re the best, bro,” Shane said. “Come here, bro. Give me a bro hug.”
    “Do you have any control over this?” Thorne asked, looking at Darby.
    Barely five feet tall, Darby had shoulder-length black hair tied back in a pony tail, a tan tank top, and cut off cargo pants that had strings hanging down from the unhemmed edges. She was maybe a hundred pounds wet, but everything about her projected a sense that when you were in the company of Darby, you were in the company of a true apex predator.
    She blinked her dark eyes and sighed. “Because I’m sleeping with your nephew, you think I have control over him?”
    “Yes,” Thorne said. “Max is pliable that way.”
    “Hey,”