The tires kicked a spray of small gravel up under the fender.

“What’s the plan once we walk through the gym doors?” Kenneth asked.

“We walk over to the Navy display,” I said.

“Wyler’s got the microphone,” Kenneth said.

“Principal Thorne gave him full control of the sound system for the military panel.”

“He can hang on to the microphone,” I said.

“Matty’s in row three of the sixth-grade section,” Kenneth said.

“Valerie Thorne texted my phone two minutes ago.