The subject of Joe's cogitation was being chased by five teens with paint ball guns. He ducked behind a wall and caught his breath. Red's idea of training was to turn him loose in the tunnels and then hunt him down. He had a limited time to find his way to an arbitrary safe zone. Half the time Trey didn't even know how to get to the safe zone. Bruises and welts covered him from head to toe.
He'd learned to avoid most of the team, but Lizzy always found him. She took special delight in gunning him down. Never one shot, but at least half a dozen. The rest of the team just shrugged. He was the new kid, and they didn't know him well enough to be sympathetic. Even Red said he'd have to figure it out.
Trey sat with his back in a corner of a deserted room watching the door. Where the Hell am
