I am tired when Tom drops me off at the apartment that afternoon. I hadn't really been close to getting through Zac's defences at any point beside that one meager hit. But both him and Tom was positive. Unfortunately Zac don't have the time to train me the next couple of days, so I will have to train with Tom. It has to be okay. Zac has given me a taste for it and I no longer feel like I am trying to hit a person. Now I feel like I am trying to get through someone's defences.
There is no one home in the apartment when I come in, so I slump down on the couch and start looking through the newspaper on the table. It is a couple of days old, but it is mostly to have something to look at.
I find an article that talks about the big problem with drugs in the city and that the police will start
