The sweat from my palms starts to make the handle of my knife slick but I can’t let go. The seconds tick down until the start of the Savagery Aptitude Test. The shell of my pod becomes transparent and I peer out to see who I’m facing.

No! It’s Nisha and Quinx! How can they do this to us?

I scream out the only words that come to my mind:

“Damn you, Bob!”