Tom/Maxxie/Jael Shit. Jael had been listening in on the pair's conversation long enough to catch the fact that her life just got more interesting than she'd like it to be. So much for stopping running.
"I'm not going to any camp without a fight. If whoever sent the letter knows as much as they seem to about me, they ought to have thought of that." She dropped her backpack on the floor and opened it, pulling out her steel-toed shoe. Sitting down, she started unlacing her work shoes. "Anyone tries to mess with us, they get their ass handed to them."