"Guys, we still need to come up with a plan," Sheridan said, her impatience growing.

The four members of J Hall were gathered in Sheridan's room. Sheridan and Rafferty sat cross legged on Sheridan's bed, while Cody and Blaspheme lounged against the wall.

A joint mission with the Roughcoats hadn't even been announced yet, but everyone knew it was coming. There was a demonstration scheduled for tomorrow. Each hall was invited to simulate an attack against a Class Two God. Officially, this wasn't an audition for the unannounced mission, but that's what they all assumed it really was.

The girls had been sitting in Sheridan's room for over an hour already. Progress was fleeting.

"Come on, Fawkes, what's the big deal? It's a Class Two, right?" Blaspheme asked.

"Yeah," answered Sheridan.

"Then the plan's simple. You and I pin it down. I fire from the left side. You fire from the right. It's distracted. Rafferty jumps up and slices its neck, as deep as she can. DeCarlo follows her and knocks its block off with her big hammer. That's it. Remember the last time? Went perfectly," said Blaspheme.

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"You mean the one with all the naughty words spray painted on it?" asked Cody.

"Exactly. Man, I love that tagger. I swear, if I ever find that guy, I'm gonna mount him on general principle," said Blaspheme with a big grin.

"What if it's a girl?" asked Rafferty.

Blaspheme shrugged.

"Same deal," she said.

"Really?" asked Cody.

"Sure, why not? I couldn't really mount her, though. We'd probably have to scissor," she said, using the first two fingers on each hand to make an obscene gesture right in Cody's face.

"Stop that," Cody squealed, trying her hardest not to laugh and give Blaspheme the satisfaction.

Sheridan grunted.

"Ok, what about the time before that?" she asked Blaspheme.

"Oooh, Rafferty almost got stepped on," said Cody.

"Because Sheridan missed her shot," Rafferty was quick to add.

"Because Cody didn't nudge it into position," said Sheridan.

"Because Blaspheme shouted that my ass looked fat while I was in the air. It messed me up," said Cody, which sent Blaspheme into a fresh set of hysterics.

"Can we focus, please?" asked Sheridan. "We can't just do the same thing every time. We need something that will impress them, and you know D Hall is going to do that pyramid thing."

"Maybe we can have our very own superstar take it out all by herself," Blaspheme teased, leaning over to poke above Rafferty's elbow. "I'm sure we'd just be in the way. I mean, unless it's too small for you."

"Or maybe, we can just have Blaspheme scowl at the thing, and it will so intimidated it will just run away. That would get us points for originality," Rafferty spat back, smiling.

Cody sat up, excited.

"Oh, oh, I know. We can have Sheridan lecture it on her water rationing plan. There's no way it doesn't make an excuse and try to leave in, like, two minutes," she offered.

"It just makes good sense! Everybody wins!" Blaspheme, Cody, and Rafferty shouted at the same time using their best Sheridan imitations.

Sheridan planted her face in both hands as the room dissolved into laughter.

The J Hall strategy session continued long into the night.