Doug was as well. He was mentally reviewing the ways he had learned to kill in unarmed combat when he snickered. If he attacked this man, it would lit...erally be unarmed combat.The investigator, seeing Doug’s smile, looked like he was going to have a stroke. He leaned over the table where Doug sat, handcuffed to a chair, and screamed. Spittle was flecking the table top and Doug’s shirt as the man ranted and raved until he ran out of breath.“I would like to invoke my right to counsel.” was all. Especially the men.Chris assumed what seemed to be his "default" position now--hands infront of thighs, holding wand.Zanto bowed and rose again. Chris didn't, though, so Zanto aimed hiswand. "Don't be a rude assistant, Chrissie. Bow!"As if a giant hand suddenly pushed her upper body forward, Chrissiebowed, both of her hands still at her thighs, holding her wand, as hertremendous breasts hung heavily from her chest, her beautiful blonde hairbrushing the sides of her face as it hung inches from. “I want to punch you right now but something tells me this was some kind of training,” Axel said.Wiping a single tear from his eye, Roddrick confirmed this. “Yes, it was. Your teamwork has improved.”“Our teamwork is fine. We’ve been friends for most of our school years,” Rayner shot back.“That’s all well and good. But would most friends let themselves be carried like that? Or instantly search for their partner when doing so would lead them to greater dangers?”“Yes, that’s what teams do.”“What a. Let’s go talk to the new troops. We’ll meet at 4:00pm with our entire team to get reports.”I spent the rest of the morning talking to the Dallas-based staff, spending ten to fifteen minutes with each person, ending right before lunch with Skye Gaston. I hadn’t detected any hints of Dante having offered them positions, or even having talked to any of them, which didn’t really surprise me. I hadn’t been able to talk to Nathan, the VP of Development, because he’d decided to use some of his accrued.