“That's just stupid, Tory! Quit being so damn stubborn!”

“Not a chance! You've got some kind of death wish! We can't even trust our power lately. They're too erratic for a public heist.”

Ben thumped the steering wheel in frustration. “Maybe for you.”

I glowered at Ben from the backseat. I'd given Hi shotgun, having sensed this argument was inevitable. I didn't want to be close. The urge to slap might become overpowering.

“Why don't we all use our friendly words?” Hi suggested. “Let's take five, and everyone can say something we like about each other. I'll start. Shelton, you're super at——”

“Shut up, Hi!” Ben and I shouted, the first thing we'd agreed upon all morning.”