Re: It's a Dog Eat Dog World: Act 1
Five hours of intense study, hands-on techniques, fighting, rolling around in the dirt, mud, plant life that was irritating to Josie's skin, and being yelled at by various trainers for no reason at all except to break her nerves and patience... All of this in one day, and that was before the fifteen minute break.
Then, it was another seven hours of more work. Josie had spent several of those hours crying in pain from old and new injuries, and from her constant struggle to get everything absolutely right. She knew what they will be up against out there, and she didn't want to make any mistakes. But, she tried to take Matt's pep talk to heart and worked through it all. She had to...
But, training was made for mistakes. She didn't do too bad at hand to hand and weapons combat, but she almost shot another trainee with an arrow, had made a bad choice during a tactical maneuver simulation that lead her friend right into enemy hands... Oh, and she learned that she's afraid of swimming in extremely deep water; that was one for the books.
Ace was the instructor for tech maintenance, showing them how to handle the little pieces of equipment that they are to hide on them to record things and take pictures. This part of the day Josie liked - no major work, but it was still stressful to keep all of that information on her tired mind.
By the end of the day, besides needing a serious bathe, Josie was too tired to cry, to worn to worry, and too full of information to recall her first name. All she wanted to do was to soak in that huge bath tub for hours and hours with no care in the world. When their day ended, Josie quickly found her place beside Matt, using him more as a leaning post.
"Well, that's one day down..." she mumbled as they stepped inside the penthouse. Josie threw her helmet down, tore off her gloves and kicked off her boot right there in the entrance. As she slowly made her way to the bedroom, she began to shed her uniform off, not considering anyone else could be in the room. She walked into the bedroom, pulling up her shirt and tossing it onto the floor, then stepped out of her pants, adding it to the bread crumb trail she made.
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Martin stood silently in the far corner of the bedroom, hidden behind shadows. He waited patiently as Josie absentmindedly finished undressing and closed the bathroom door. They were the ones in the description sent out by the Haven, so Annie was right after all. Their reward money would pay off so many credits, and they could leave the Yellows for Freemont and live like royalty. All they needed was one of them alive, that's all. Annie refused to do it, but that just means that there's more for one. Martin lifted his gun, preparing his sights for the next person to enter the room.
((HEHEHE....meh is being devious with these sudden little twisties... LOL))