Josh
Cam pointed at his feet, too tired to talk.
“We did.” He knew he and his cousin probably looked like idiots right now. At least they’d shifted from enemy to frenemy zone. For now anyway. Now that they had a shared goal.
Beat Cam Dillinger.
There was no way Cam could’ve reached the net on his own. And yet here he was. Just like them. At the final obstacle.
“Guys,” Cam panted.
“What?” Josh wondered how much energy he’d burned saying that.
Too much, probably. Given the mountain they had yet to climb.
Every single part of his body was screaming at him to stop.
Too bad, body. The stakes were too high not to press on.
He would. In a minute. Sitting down had probably been a mistake.
Cam coaxed one arm into lifting up the one that had a water bottle in it.
Skillz.
“Guys.” He collapsed next to them, leaning back against the wall, closed his eyes against the sun. “Is this thing the last obstacle?”
Ryder grunted. He’d used up all of his words apparently.
Josh affirmed it with another grunt.
Cam grunted his thanks.
So that’s where they were.
Three guys.
Three meters to climb.
Two ropes to climb it.
One stroke seat up for grabs.
No energy left to grab it.