Page 14 of Last Resort

Breen frowned. “But you are meant for our kind specifically. They can’t just sell you.”

“They can, and they will. Some members of my family are money-focused. Now that the Omega Centre has gotten into the idea of unusual omegas, there is profit to be had. I was an average-sized human, and I know I am a short Elite.”

Myro patted her shoulder. “We think you are just right.”

Breen caught on to what she had said. “You have family?”

“I do. They are well-off and mortified at my mutation. They sold me to the Stronghold when I was a teen, but I got out. That mortified them even more. I came out looking like I had been before, which was terribly embarrassing. I got a lawyer and forced them to give up the funds they had gotten for me. It was put in a trust, and I was on my own from then on. I got emancipated and continued school. That’s where I met Roane and how I eventually got hired on at Sityr. Until then, I was freelancing on dozens of projects, looking for a home.”

Myro smiled. “Admin freelance?”

“No. Coding. My descent into admin was an assumption on Tyr’s part that led to a lot of frustration for me. If I weren’t making little apps in my spare time, I would have gone nuts.”

Myro grinned. “Are you open to offers? Tiberia is always looking for skilled personnel.”

“You don’t know anything about my work.”

Myro shrugged. “That’s true for now, but I am very interested in seeing your skillset.”

Breen snorted.

Poppy sighed. “Right. So, we are a team? Colour me unsurprised.”

Breen cuddled her, which was actually nice in the cooler air off the ocean. “So, we are going to be given a list of tasks, and our job is to get through them as rapidly but effectively as possible.”

Myro nodded. “Everything we do will be recorded, and they are going to chop chunks out of it—”

Poppy said, “I believe that is called editing.”

Breen snorted. “Have you seen the games his company produces? He doesn’t edit anything; they just go on and on.”

Poppy chuckled. “They are rainy-day games. You get comfortable and just settle in.”

“Right. Just settle.” Breen chortled.

Myro looked irritated. “Shut it, Breen.”

Poppy snorted. “Guys. Have you seen the list? We have a few hours to figure out what we need to do first.”

Breen frowned. “We are settling in first. A new bed and breakfast has opened, and we are being housed there. Your reservation is refunded, and we are the only guests that the new facility has to offer.”

“Oh. Okay.”

“So, our only job today is to make a plan, record it, and meet our camera team. Tomorrow morning, we film the intro and try and look surprised that no one else is here yet.”

Poppy paused. “What?”

“Everyone else is starting on Emerald,” Myro smirked. “We have three days to do what we can out here and do our best times. Since we are working as a group, the best time out of all of us three will count.”

She nodded. “Do you have the list?”

Myro got his phone out and turned it toward her.

“Right. I can do that, that, that, that, and that without trouble.” She ticked through the food, dance, and snorkelling as well as the cliff climbing and kayaking. “I haven’t used a catamaran, can’t surf, and my free diving is weak, and scuba diving is non-existent. Island running will be boring, and I am not very fast.”

Breen smiled. “If you are willing to learn, we are both good divers. We can help you on the climb and will lean on you for the food prep, dancing, and kayaking.”

Myro observed. “The catamarans are both individual and group exercises.”

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