“Should be enough loot for all of us there,” Ben said. “Just follow behind us, Grey. Play backup like in practice.” “Got it.” Grey was determined to make a good impression this time. Surely he wouldn’t be last in rank with these guys on his squad. “Oh, and it’s squad rule that I deal out the items,” Tristan said. “So the good stuff isn’t wasted on new players like you.” “Okay, makes sense.” Grey tried to remember how Ben said Tristan always sounded cranky. He wasn’t wrong so far. Grey would just have to take what he was given, but surely it would be better than the pistol he got last game. “Jumping … now!” Tristan leapt from the plane. Ben and Grey followed right behind. They were high above the island, and the only way that Grey could tell where they were was the minimap. It said they were soaring over a crater called Dusty Divot—he recalled that was a place for tough fights, according to Finn. They released their gliders, and this was when Grey got to see that Ben and Tristan had also earned an umbrella-style glider instead of the default one he had. That meant they had gotten one “Victory Royale” in their time playing. At least that was what it meant in the normal game.”