Sixteen hours till the game. His team spectated bitterly from the bleachers as football players dominated the campus’s only field. "Now what?" Scott, their captain, sounded grim. Alec eavesdropped on Scott’s exchange with Pierce, a striker, perched discreetly under the stained bleachers. A whistle blew, signalling a foul and muffling Pierce’s response, but Alec caught the gist. "... ask Sanders, and don’t send freshmen."...