Lykopis was closest to Icarus. "Just one question," she said. In less than half a second, she kicked her chair back and swung her leg. She brought the heel of her shoe right above Icarus's lap, her leg pulled back and ready for a kick. All she had to do was straighten her leg, and Icarus would be speaking an octive higher. "Does this not make you the team hotshot?"
Doc Paragon nudged Drake. The ex-vigilante looked at Paragon. "You're on," was all he whispered.
"Easy there, Lady Lykopis," said Drake. He was surprised Doc Paragon hadn't spoken to Lykopis first. "I'm sure Icarus would have trouble explaining what you did to him to all his girlfriends."
Drake had no idea if his light humor would work on the Amazon or not. But Lykopis pulled her leg back and resumed her proper sitting position.
Inside his own mind, Doc Paragon smiled. Drake was learning to lead, and Lykopis was learning to follow. Both were new to their appointed tasks, yet both seemed capable of mastering them.
