Page 52 of Last Resort

“It would ruin the spirit of the games, plus you are likely a better dancer than me. Your talents are more on the physical end of things. Mine are not.” She smiled. “Besides, you want to dance like you, not like me.”

“It is easier to copy someone.”

“I know. But being yourself gives you a certain freedom.”

“So, I can just leap around?”

“Do a version of the male dance if you like.”

Mickey grinned and said, “Will Illu let me?”

“I think she believes that the dance suits the dancer.”

“Cool. I will go talk to her. You looked amazing, and I am hoping for your team to win. Kisses!”

Mickey skipped back to the gathering, and she headed off to the dance studio. She went to find Illu.

Breen murmured, “She’s a lot. She’s also a wildling. That’s an interesting combination. Dell is really calm at all times. She has to be. The folks around her have that frenetic energy.”

“Mickey is only calm when she has to be.”

Estrya came over and smiled. “Technically, you guys are done. There is just some local colour tomorrow, but that is a boat ride or a helicopter arrival. Your choice.”

Poppy leaned forward. “Do we need to fly the helicopter?”

“No. We are going to deliver you there. No transport issues. This is going to be a manual labour versus an industry skills day. That will be your final day of challenges. Then, you can just explore the island.”

“Wait. Why is it so short?” Myro asked.

“You are single-minded and went through the challenges rapidly.” Estrya smiled. “More time to goof off and see the islands. So, tomorrow, you report for early duty, and when your tasks are done for the day, you can certainly go for a swim or just get some rest.”

“Uh-huh. How are you doing with the serpent migration?”

Estrya chuckled. “Pretty good. Certainly different. It was unexpected but makes a certain sense.”

“Do they obey rules?”

“They are snakes; they go around them.” Estrya rolled her eyes.

Poppy chuckled. “Do you think Mickey is in any trouble?”

“No, no one of her sort is in the islands. Besides, Mickey needs permission fromThe Wildling.”

“Have you seen her recently?” Estrya frowned.

“Nope. I work days; she works nights. I can ask Nora if she has seen her, or...”

She turned to Breen and Myro. “Which dark Elite hang around at strip joints? Nice ones. Clean poles.”

Myro nodded. “Ymer is an accountant for one. What do you want me to ask?”

She looked to Estrya. “What do you want me to say?”

“There is a young wildling in the islands who could use guidance.”

Poppy said, “You are looking for a woman who is early thirties, five eight, wearing a glittery chest piece, who does a lot of pole work. Her audience will look like guys who rip other guys apart for fun.”

Myro got his phone out and went to work texting. Breen did the same. When Poppy saw what they were typing in a different language, she gasped, “Did you make a group chat?”

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