Sitting at the head of the conference table this morning is supposed to feel awkward. Surprisingly, it doesn't— it feels right, normal. Despite it being Christmas, I called Church thirty minutes ago and gave everyone forty-five to get here. After all, it's ten thirty in the morning, and knowing my men, some of them went to the bars in town for the festivities last night. Dire is sitting to my right, with Timber next to him. Claddagh is on my left, with Grey next to him. Throttle, Ironhide, and Asteroid showed up about fifteen minutes ago. Medic, Voltz, and Saki just got here. So it looks like we're only waiting on Chalice and Hotshot.
I wasn't the least bit surprised when Dire let me know about when and why they patched Adonis in and officially gave him the road name Hotshot. He's a g
