Easy things made Fresco nervous. They never used to. Time was he counted himself lucky when he faked his way through a test only to get high nineties or took credit for a caught ball he was sure he'd fumbled. In his new life, easy meant setup.
Not that he wasn't nervous enough already. The last time he took on Garbagemen there was a pack of Wasted kids beside him with their rage for fuel. This time he had three tired but determined survivors. He wasn't sure which he preferred.
Garris waited in the shipping area of the small warehouse as instructed. It was easily observed from the darkness around it. Fresco shook off his doubt and focused.
No matter what happened, they made their choice and committed to it. It was time to act.