Page 136 of Ranger's Rise

“NO!” Major, Jordan and Maverick are fucking awesome.

“Make sure they don’t mess with the computers again at the other Clubs. They need to understand the danger they put Clubs in by leaving them without coverage.” Major is an old softy.

“I’ll deal with these two. Is there anything else?” His words are clipped.

The Presidents say no and they’ll send cups to each Club. Cool, I don’t have Maverick and Major’s. They talk shit and I’m ready to be done here. All but Jordan signs off. I keep my head down.

“Do not move. Keep your heads down,” Cort says softly.

“Roger, Boss.” Anton is going to get me into shit here. I breathe deep.

“The bastard swiped our cups too. Did you get me Bravo cups?” Jordan asks.

“They did. A full box is on its way to you. I need to get them out of here. Everyone can see us.”

“No, Web cut the feed to the room. He left me in. They can relax. What the fuck is he doing with all the cups?”

I sit and turn Anton to a chair. “I can get it, Pres Jordan.”

Cort nods. “Do that. Find out what the fuck he’s doing with all the cups.”

Anton goes to the computer and does whatever.

Jordan’s head is swinging. “How many did you get?”

“Almost a hundred in two days. We sent you a box of thirty new.” I smile at his jaw dropping open.

“You’re fucking crazy. It’s a good thing that it was you and Anton. Anyone else would have been crucified.”

“Boss, he mailed them.” Anton points to the screen and zooms on the label.

“He’s sending them to the monastery? Fuck, why not just order them and send them? Why the fuck is he stealing them from everywhere?”

I start laughing. “They’re better than the cups on the website.”

“Robin Hood,” Anton says and we all look at him. Web’s got them watching movies lately and they’re picking shit up quick. They’re all talking so much better too.

Jordan recovers first. “I’ll order more and send them two boxes with shirts from here.”

“Anton, do that, order two boxes and sixty shirts. I’ll get Maverick and Major to send them too.”

Jordan laughs. “I’m keeping my Bravo cups.”

“Done, Boss. FedEx.”

I crack up. “Let’s go get lunch. I’m fucking starving.”

Anton smiles. “Pizzeria, Boss?”

Cort laughs. “Yeah, I’ll catch you later, Jordan. I need to go feed the thieves.”

Anton is swinging his head. “Badass Robin Hoods. Like Pres Falcon.”

I laugh as Jordan cuts the feed. “Badass Robin Hoods. I like it.” Cort starts out the door and I bend. Anton climbs on my back and we follow.

“Did you get the Training schedule?” I ask. I had an hour of email to clear before we were called into the meeting room.

“Yeah, Boss.”