I left Drakon's office, but instead of heading to my room to rest like he'd ordered, I took the stairs down and headed straight back out to the training grounds. We still had a solid couple hours of daylight left, and my blood was pumping too hot to just lie in bed and think about Edna, Viktor, and human trafficking.
I needed to move.
I started by taking a few fast laps around the perimeter to burn off the restless energy. Once my lungs were working, I moved over to the mat area to spar with a few of Drakon's guys, testing their defense and feeling out how his crew handled close-quarters combat. Afterward, I made my way over to the shooting range to stretch out my trigger finger.
While I was cycling through mags, I noticed a newer recruit a few lanes down struggling with his recoil, pul
