"Felix," says Jerry, meeting his eyes gravely. Felix, the sharpshooter, smiles and joins ranks.
"Samantha, your turn," says the Sergeant.
"I..." she looks at Melissa, her hands and voice shaking. After a swallow she looks away, looks down, and says, "Jason."
Jason, all six-foot-seven of him, strolls with long strides to stand behind Samantha.
Uniformed, we are picked, one-by-one, and then given coloured bibs to distinguish the teams.
"Now go," says the Sergeant. "Team Red, go west. Team Blue, go East. Find your HQs. Find your supplies. You have thirty minutes, and when the klaxon sounds, it's time. Last team standing wins."