The many cheerleaders were cheering but their head cheerleader had not returned. Nora was now leading the squad. Farrell wanted to watch Nora but he was preoccupied by an empty seat in the bleachers—Izzy’s empty seat. “Halifax! Let’s go! Move it!” Coach Gwynn yelled, bringing Farrell’s attention back to the game that was being played around him. Farrell shook off his worries for a moment and instantly got back into character. He couldn’t blow his cover just yet. They weren’t finished with this mission. He was still a high school student. He was still a supposed star basketball player. With the clock ticking down, a Westminster player broke away from both teams and raced across the court, headed for an easy lay-up at the basket. Farrell, though, was instantly across from him, coming down court at great speed, faster than anyone on his team. He jumped up below the basket, higher than the Westminster player, and bat the ball away, keeping it from going into the hoop. The crowd cheered and Coach Gwynn himself leapt into the air in excitement as Lexham got the rebound and the team headed back towards their basket.
