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"I loved when the giant shark bit the submarine the researchers were in," Rowan says.
"The shark did a lot more than bite it," Christian says. "That beast was a stone-cold killer."
"That’s not nice to say about sharks." Santiago sticks his nose in the air. "We come into their backyard and act surprised when they attack us. It’s not their fault we’re bugging them."
"Speak for yourself," Timofey says. "I’m not bugging sharks."
"Yeah, but other humans do." Santiago is unfazed. "We can’t wreck their habitats and then blame them for chomping us."
"We can blame them a little bit." Preston pushes out a snort. "They do have scary teeth, after all."
Dino rolls his eyes. "Dinosaurs have scary teeth, too, but no one speaks badly about them."
"Dinosaurs can’t eat us." Bentley pushes out a laugh. "If they did, we’d blame them for being ferocious, too."
"I bet cavemen spoke badly about dinos," Roman says, issuing everyone a polite nod.
Everyone turns to Maxim.
Maxim’s in the middle of adjusting his loincloth, so he doesn’t realize everyone’s eyes are on him.
Santiago jabs Maxim’s ribs. "Daddy. People want your input."
Maxim snaps his head up. "Huh?"
"Did cavemen dislike dinosaurs back in the day?"
Maxim glares at Santiago. "Boy, I’m a modern-day caveman. I don't know what my primal ancestors would’ve done."
"Liar," Rowan teases. "You have caveman blood running through your veins. Spill the real tea."
"We would’ve ridden dinosaurs." Maxim’s lips curl into a smirk. "Taken out our enemies on their backs.We wouldn’t have been afraid of them."
"I wonder if we can ride sharks." Enzo taps his chin.
"They do inSharknado," I say seriously. "I fail to see why we couldn’t."
"This isn’tSharknado.This is real life," Medici growls.
"I’m glad at least someone’s taking this seriously," I say in a deep voice, issuing Medici a thankful nod.
"Come on, y’all." Ryder cracks his knuckles. "We need to formulate a real plan today."
"I have an idea." Tommasso rises to his feet and walks to the whiteboard on the far side of the conference room.
Enzo waggles his eyebrows. "Ooooh, Daddy’s going to give a presentation."
"The Riccardis used the bedbug virus to track our boys." Tommasso’s voice is deep and menacing. "I hacked my way into the national bedbug virus motherboard database and discovered a hidden trick. We can reverse engineer the virus to send bedbugs back into the computers and phones that initiated the original protocol."
"Is it traceable?" I spit out.
Tommasso shakes his head. "Not if we use the egg-hatching method."
"What’s that?"
"We 'lay eggs' in the WiFi network that transmitted the bugs. The 'eggs' take 4-5 days to hatch and they’re all but impossible to perceive using scanning technology. By the time the Riccardis notice something’s amiss, it’ll be too late."
"Wow." Amadeo pushes out a breath. "That’s brilliant."
