They raised their bottles a hundred-and-one times. Toasting to every damn thing. “To the girl squad being safe.” “To the captain, my captain.” “To the zip ties in the car.” “To Farrow’s med bag.” “To busted earpieces.” “To Maximoff’s paracord bracelet that didn’t come in handy.” At the end, seriousness returned, and Oscar lifted his beer bottle and said, “Kitsuwon Securities 1 – Triple Shield 0.”
