On my first day of training, it was real simple. Basic
boxing techniques (in case it ever came to hand-to-hand) and learning how to
disassemble and reassemble handguns. The boxing didn’t go so well for me. I was
all bruised up and sore, I could barely move. They said it would get easier
over time. I was hesitant in believing that at this point, but they ended up
being right this time.
After that, we were brought into like another dimension or
something, a city that they said would save real-world time while we trained.
Freaky Doors popping out everywhere, the city itself is some kind of goddamn
maze.
If I didn’t know any better, with everything
that happened up to this point, I would have been convinced I was on drugs
again. It all really messed with my head.
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