The second quarter began.
Jinzo jogged onto the court like a commander, chin high, voice loud, palms slapping the ball too long.
"My call! Set up! Move!"
He waved everyone around, barking orders that didn't match the spacing.
Across the court, Baby-Boom noticed Nash sitting on the bench. They blinked, surprised.
Miko's eyes narrowed toward the paint. Jaz was now near the rim, breathing hard but steady.
Is she... Already gassed?
The first few plays looked messy on Blacklist's side.
Passes came late, spacing broke down. Jinzo dribbled high, shouting, "Corner! Slot! No, reset!" ignoring Mac's signal and Drex's pick.
His flashy pass hit Mac's ankle and rolled out.
Turnover. Score: 40–14.
Drex threw his arms up.
"Bro, what are you doing?"
Mac shook his head.
"Slow it down, man."
Jinzo waved them off.
"I got it!" But his chest was already rising fast. He glanced at the bench. Nash sat calm, fixing him.
I've got this. I won't lose to him.
