Page 81 of Defying the Relic Hunter

“True.”

The General, Quinn and Ethan appeared next to the warriors.

Who was this mysterious mastermind and what was he or it after? I knew one way or another, all our questions will soon be answered.

Chapter Twenty-Two

The shuttle took us back to Central Command’s Phoenix base. The General confiscated the jade snake and snapped, “War room. Ten minutes.”

Ethan and Quinn gave him the fist-on-chest salute.

The General teleported away.

“Do I have time to go to the restroom before the meeting?”

Ethan rubbed the back of his neck. “Females aren’t allowed to attend a war council.”

“What?” I narrowed my eyes at him. “Don’t you need my input on the things that go bump in the night?”

“It’s not necessary,” Quinn inserted.

“Really? You’re now experts on the subject?”

Xenia grabbed my arm. “Forget it. Us lowly females aren’t permitted to have an opinion.”

“Gee and I guess they don’t want my help with the angry ghosts either.”

Ethan totally ignored my comment. “This meeting will take a couple of hours. Why don’t you and Xenia go to the mess hall. They are serving enchiladas today.”

“Gosh, I’m all atwitter.”

Ethan let out a long breath. “I don’t make the rules.”

“Nor do you try to change them,” I countered.

“Uncle Saul’s working on it, ok?”

“Whatever.”

Xenia hooked her arm with mine. “Let’s go. Let them plan their battle strategy without us. Theywillregret it later.”

“Don’t leave the base,” Quinn ordered.

I gave him the one-finger salute.

“Enough Kizzy,” Ethan admonished.

I saluted him too.

We stormed out the door and marched down the hallway.

“Their stupid rules make me so angry,” Xenia snarled. “I’m as much as a warrior as they are.”

“Yes, you are. We are woman. Hear us roar!”

Xenia broke into her funky chicken dance. “No one’s going to keep us down.”

“We are strong.”

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