“And even if we wanted ninja suits, how the hell do we get them?”

James cocked his head to the side like a cocker spaniel. “You amateurs. All you gotta do is take an black t-shirt and wrap it around your head a certain way. Instant Shirt Ninja.”

“What?” I asked. “That sounds ridiculous.” In truth, I was trying to find anyway to avoid getting involved with this scheme. But I was curious about how this underground origami was done.

“I’ll show you. Gimme your shirt.” He made a move like he was going to pluck it off me. I shrunk back. “No way!” Hell no, I wasn’t going to show Freya or James my man-boobs.

“All right, Freya, give me yours.” He said with a shit-eating grin. No doubt he didn’t expect her to comply, as did I.

She pinched the sides of her old ‘Guns ‘n Roses’ t-shirt and lifted it over her head. Both James and I were stunned. The expression on her face read like she was doing the most natural thing in the world.