Nash
Even at five in the morning, the day was already hot and muggy. I felt sorry for the squad that was going to be sent out into the wilderness to train, because the mosquitoes in Canada were next-level. Out in the field they weren’t so bad, but in the trees and the underbrush they were like dive-bombing pterodactyls ready to suck you dry.
Daphne had been a genius to suggest I join Louis’s military training program. The challenge and the physical exertion were a welcome distraction to my complicated relationship problems.
Louis had moved me up to a more experienced group of trainees, men and women who had the skills to really test my mettle. We did free-style mixed martial arts, hand-to-hand combat, weapons training, and yes, even firearms training. I knew that traditionally, we
