Blake couldn't hang up without one last jab. "Try not to permanently piss off any of our friends while I'm gone, bro."

"Hey," Hunter protested, from somewhere offstage. "Contrary to popular belief, I'm a very friendly person."

"Yeah?" Blake smirked. He was deliberately facing away from his brother's location. "Give me one example."

There was a moment of startled silence, and then a snicker from somewhere nearby. "Cam likes me!" Hunter shouted, followed by what sounded suspiciously like a scuffle.

"Not for long!" Cam's voice retorted.

"Who knew Kapri had knowledge?" Hunter said, rolling his eyes. "On the ship she was all, 'hey, what happens if I do this?' and 'oh, I didn't mean to break that!'"

"Sort of like you, then," Cam said dryly.

"Hey," Hunter objected. Then he stopped, considered that, and apparently thought the better of it. "Well, at least I can follow instructions."

Cam smirked at him. "Give me one example."

Hunter threw up his hands and made as if to get up from the table. "That's it. I can't work under these conditions."

"If your bike was outside, it doesn't matter." The crew chief was looking at something else. "Someone got past security last night and they could have been anywhere. Doing anything."

"I was sleeping five feet from my bike the entire night," Blake protested. "If someone had gotten in, believe me, I would have known. I'm a light sleeper."

"Blake..." The crew chief looked up at last and put a solemn hand on his shoulder. "You gotta get a life, man. This sleeping with the bike thing? It's not healthy, okay? Take it from someone who knows."

Cam's "bike" went up in flames five seconds out of the gate for the third time in a row, and Hunter threw up his hands in exasperation. "Dude, you suck at this! I don't have enough quarters to keep you on a bike! How can you own a freakin' supercomputer and not be good at computer games!"

"I'll show you good at computer games," Cam retorted. "Break out the backgammon and we'll see who comes out on top!"