Chapter 117

• Chapter One Hundred and Seventeen
• Rick didn’t sprint; he glided. To the uninitiated, it looked like a casual jog, but to the Football System humming in the back of his mind, it was a sequence of calculated adjustments. While the Boyd FC players were burning through their stamina with panicked bursts of speed, Rick was conserving his, his eyes darting across a field only he could see in grids of probability.
• The confidence of Starlight FC began to radiate outward from the center circle. The ball moved with a newfound, lethal intentionality. Dave rolled it out to Jack, who bypassed the first press with a crisp line-breaker to Jacob.