Training the next day was torture. They took me down to the basement, which I have no idea how they set up, but there it was. It had a small weightlifting set in the back, including a leg press, a full set of dumbbells, a leg extension, and an arm curl. On top of that, they had a sparring mat, and a shooting range. I had no idea how you could fire a gun without someone knowing, but maybe they had some special way of making the sound unheard.
“So, since you already ran your five miles,” Andy says. “We’re gonna teach you how to fight,” I bet he doesn’t know the 16 years of training I already have with my dad.
Rosin walks over to me, and kicks me hard in the back of my knees, making my knees buckle to the ground. Then she kicks me in the back forcing me down into a kneeling position.
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