Sierra watched as the commando game progressed. The boys had divided into two teams and were busy hunting each other through the large three-story house. Two boys raced down the stairs and skittered to a stop in the foyer. “Did you see two enemies heading this way?” a blond kid asked seriously. “We heard ’em from upstairs.” Sierra raised her hands in the air. “In this matter, I’m as neutral as Switzerland.” The boys looked momentarily confused, then shrugged and raced off toward the dining room. “Don’t even think about going in there,” she called in a firm voice. “It’s set up for cake and ice cream. If you bump the table I’m going to have to make sure you never reach your eleventh birthday.” They slid to a halt and looked back at her. She gave them her best “freeze in your tracks, sucker” look and pointed toward the living room. “Hunt in there.” Without saying a word, they did as she told them. “Not bad,” Dylan said, coming out of the kitchen and nodding approvingly.
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