"Think it's about time we put you through your paces, then, Ms. Cortana." Her grin turns wolfish as she sets down her food and motions the other woman to follow her toward the pitch. "Lets see how you do with running to the start. First one to that box over there wins."

It's the equipment box she'd brought, and it's about 100 yards away. "Ready. Steady. Go!" Mercy takes off running.