hint for the competitions that’ll start next week: strategy and finesse will get you more points than will muscle and fire.”
I had no idea what he was talking about, but I tried to make my expression as icy as those around me so it would at least appear as though I knew what was going on.
“Why are you making that face?” Rylee asked. “You look constipated.”
I groaned.
“Preliminary rankings will begin later today.” Dalson’s expression turned serious. “One last thing.” He pointed at us Deltas and then gestured over all the other campers. “This is a camp for kids. Just a regular summer camp. At all times and in all places, you will adopt the persona of a regular camper. Only when you and your team are executing a plan during a competition will that change.”
Weird to weirder. I needed to figure this place out. Now. What kind of camp has to tell their campers to act normal? A military camp? A drama camp? A camp for kids who were so maladjusted that they needed to be reminded that they’re normal?
Dalson nodded to Mr. Smith, and the large man shouted, “Dismissed!”
The campers turned and headed off, presumably to wait for their cabin assignments. I, on the other hand, wasn’t quite able to get my mind to communicate with my body well enough to move. Instead, I looked at my teammates’ faces. Each of them gazed at me with expressions somewhere between confusion and concern.
“Well?” Angie asked. “What’ll you have us do, Captain Cambridge?” She chuckled. “Captain Cambridge. That sounds like a cereal that should have colorful marshmallow boats in it or something.”
I glanced at Rylee with a raised brow.
“She’s not as crazy as she seems,” Rylee said. “Well actually,” she said, wincing just a bit, “she kind of is.”
Angie seemed buoyed by the comment and lifted her chin.
I sighed. “Anyone know where our cabins are?”
Chapter 8
The Delta cabins were positioned on the outer edges of the camp’s grounds. Rylee explained they were all spaced well enough apart to make cheating more of a challenge. The way she said it made me think that cheating wasn’t against the rules and might even be encouraged.
Our cabin was blue with a red roof and at least twice the size of the other cabins we passed along the way. Inside was an open living area with wide-planked wooden floors and rough timber on the walls. The roof was supported by thick beams so dark they almost looked charred. Six narrow cots, like the kind you see in army movies, were positioned around the room. At the foot of each was a large plastic storage bin the color of dirt.
Six beds? “We’re all together?” I asked.
“What do you mean?” Angie asked. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “You don’t want us in the same cabin as you?”
“Well . . .” I gestured to her and Rylee. “You’re girls.”
Juno and Yaakov laughed.
“At least you’re observant,” Amara said. His voice was deep, and he spoke with an accent I’d never heard before. He took a breath and let it out with a sigh that made it clear he thought I had no business leading the five of them to a bathroom, let alone in the upcoming competitions. He walked across the room and put his bag on one of the beds against the far wall.
“And modest, too,” Angie said with a grin. She threw her stuff on the bed closest to the door. “Don’t worry, Captain, sharing a room with a girl isn’t nearly as scary as you think.”
“I was just . . . I mean . . .” My cheeks burned, and I decided to drop it.
Juno sat on the edge of the bed he’d claimed and looked at me like I was a Rubik’s Cube he couldn’t figure out.
There was one bed across the room positioned under a window. I claimed it and tossed my bag into the trunk. I decided to throw the phone Jason had given me in with my bag and reached into my pocket. What I pulled out was a phone with a crack right down the screen and half the keypad. I cursed. It