The Last One
Kacie's brief but brilliant analysis was spot on. No one could fault her reasoning. If there had been anyone who was still harboring any kind of doubts or criticisms to her brilliant breakdown, her phenomenal insight into the nature of the match had quenched them all. Calista was no doubt impressed. But figuring out the first stage was only about thirty percent of the whole process. The next stage would be organization, and finally- logistics.
"Kacie is right..." Calista was the one speaking now. "We need someone who can go in with a diabolical level of aggression and strength at the last stage, and end it all. We need a wild card."
Calista ran her eyes across her five students, pretending like she was trying to figure out who was best for this role. The truth was that she already knew who she was going to pick. It was very clear. But she couldn't afford to be seen playing favorites. She had to give off the impression that she was considering everyone else equally.