That wasn’t exactly what I was asking. I was more curious about the fashion icon comment. But I guess Hitler had gotten a lot of people to dress a certain way…
Isadora turned back to the map. “Assuming Nigel can come through, we’ll buy ourselves some time and take out a sizeable chunk of Cole’s forces. But we’ll still need to hide Raven somewhere.”
Tanner spun the map around to get a better look at it. “That’s it! Raven, how would you feel about a redo of our first date?”
“Are you suggesting that we fake an FBI raid?” I asked. “That would be pretty epic.”
Tanner laughed. “No, after that.”
“Distract them with the world’s most delicious gyros?”
He shook his head. “Before that.”
“You’re gonna have to help me out here.”
He pointed to the part of the map labeledzip line course.“While they’re searching for you on the ground, you’ll be perched in the trees. And if they do happen to look up and see you, just zip away.”
“That’ll give everyone a nice view,” said Diablo. “Right up your skirt. I like it.”
“What he means is that it’s a great idea,” said Angel. “I like it too.”
So they both want to see up my skirt?
“But how is she going to get up there in her heels?” asked Frankie.
“Heels?” I asked.
“Well, technically boots.” Frankie held up a pair of bright red, thigh-high boots covered in straps and…locks?
“What are the locks for?”
“To make sure you can’t take them off.”
“So you’re telling me that not only do I have to evade 40 super athletes, but I have to do it in six-inch heels?”
“Yup! But hey, look on the bright side. It also makes you walk slower if the enemy catches you and makes you walk back to the feast area.”
“Oh great. That’ll make me feel so much better when I’m stuck in the mud.”
“I got you,” said Diablo. “I can carry you to the zip lines.”
I didn’t doubt that he could do that.
“Speaking of heels,” said Frankie. “You should really start getting ready.” She plugged in her curling iron.
“But you already did my hair and makeup.”
“Yeah, and then you went and fell in the lake.”
I shot a nasty look at Tanner. “Only because a certain somebody decided to go all kamikaze with our swan boat.”
“It worked, didn’t it?” asked Tanner.
I didn’t bother answering him.
“Before you get ready, shouldn’t we come up with a backup plan?” asked Isadora. “I’m not comfortable with our whole strategy hinging on the assumption that Chastity will be holed up in one of the cabins.”
“Good point,” agreed Tanner. Then his eyes lit up and he ran to the elevator. “I’ll be right back. I just got the best idea.”
