First place.
My brain couldn't quite process it. We'd beaten Blair's squad—the elite, obscenely rich, guild-trained psychopaths—at their own game.
"Holy shit," Jordan kept saying, over and over. "Holy actual shit. We're ranked first. We're fucking ranked first."
Belle clutched our core haul against her chest with a manic grin plastered on her face. "You know what that means, right? Everyone gets their share. Five thousand credits per person with a little extra for supplies."
"We need to cash these in first," Misato reminded her, but even our usually stoic captain couldn't hide her smile.
Naomi hadn't let go of my waist since I emerged from the portal. Her arms stayed locked around me like she was afraid I might disappear if she released her grip. I didn't mind. The warmth felt nice after the damp chill of the swamp.
The FGRA handler closed his laptop and handed Misato a tablet. "Sign here to confirm core receipt and extraction time."
