Who: Paige, Pete, Annie, Lewis, Caro, Jeb, Lizzie... and OTA
What: Snow. Lots of snow. Also soup.
Where: Out back, in the field near Pete's trailer.
When: Saturday, around noon.
Rating: G
Status: Incomplete

It had been a long, hard battle, but it was becoming clearer and clearer that it was time to admit defeat. For one, there was a dog eating most of their ammunition. Plus, the other team now had more on its side, resource-wise. Almost everyone on Paige's side had defected to join the enemy. Except for Lewis, who was doing his best to hold the line, and Lizzie, who was doing her best to act like she was really offended that she'd been asked to serve as their cover.

"Lew," she turned to her brother, shaking her head as a snowball sailed past, narrowly missing them. "I think we gotta surrender. We're outnumbered and Bugs keeps eating our snowballs." At the sound of his name, the hound dog looked up from his snowy snack and wagged his tail.

"Y'all are gonna lose anyway," Lizzie commented casually from behind them. She was right. The Russians were going to win. Paige frowned thoughtfully, then looked back at Lew, waiting for his okay. He nodded and she took a deep breath and stood up, arms in the air. As she opened her mouth, another snowball pelted her in the face. She forced a smile, mentally making a note to get Caro back when she least expected it, and announced, "We surrender."