"May she burn in the same flames she used to kill so many others, including my husband and children," Oberon said. "To the end of the G.O.D."
"Cheers," the other three chorused.
Oberon took a sip of her champagne, which was of course the true French stuff, the likes of which she hadn't had in decades. "So I definitely don't feel like working anymore. What sort of amusements are to be had in our bunker?"
"All kinds," Dixie said, and pulled up a small screen, scrolling through what seemed to be a ridiculously long list."What about pool? Mahjong? Think this place can even convert to a fucking basketball court. This place is obscene."
"Mahjong," Oberon said. "None of you stands a chance against me."
"Them's fighting words," Rodeo said with a grin. "Bring it on."
Dixie rolled his eyes, but punched in the command, and Stéphane refilled their glasses as the table came up, and they all settled in to play.