Marshal stands under the patio on Mr. Copeland’s farm, looking at the 28 boys crowding around him, knowing who he’d pick first.      He didn’t expect to pick, but minutes before, Station announces to the group, “Marshal and Mark are going be team captains because it’s there first time playing.      So Marshal looked around one more time and made his pick. “David.” His best friend, the one who introduced him to airsoft.      Then he turns to see who Mark will pick. “Paul.”      Of course, Marshal thinks, Mark’s older brother, one of the eight legendary Sivells brothers. Great athletes who we’ll beat you at anything athletic.      So Marshal gets a Sivells for his team. “Luke.” Not as big as Paul but every bit as professional.      And the picking goes on until both teams are chosen. ****      Airsoft coming from every where. He looks back and forth.      Three paths – they’re trying to push them back to their base, back to their flag.      And soon he’s lost, his team scattered around the maze.      Soon he’s alone. Doesn’t even know if the blue team is watching, waiting to strike. The night is dark, but they have flashlights.      Ten minutes go by. Twenty. That’s when he loses his cool.      Suddenly, he’s surrounded by two blues. He could run, he’s fast enough, but these are the bigger guys – the ones who don’t play by the rules. The ones with FAMAS sniper rifles, FPS 400. It’s not a smart idea to run away from two guys with that kind of firepower.      “Come on,” says Jon Jon Evans, in his uniquely bratty voice. “Or I’ll shoot you.”      The walk to their camp is very long. Silent, but for their whispers. ****      They get to the camp. Mark’s gone – his capturers are now in charge.      He sees the blue team’s flag as they grab his gun, take out the ammo.      They ARE going to torture him, they say. Put him in a corner. And shoot at close range. Or worse.      He breaks for it. Running fast. Running lost. Breathing hard. Leaving the shouts behind, the shots behind. Blindly heading toward the blue half’s base.      Finally, he sees the base. Waits for backup. He’s not heading back in there alone.