15 years later A kick is aimed at my stomach, but before it can land, I grab his ankle and yank it, sending Justin crashing to the ground. The teens huddled around us, snicker as they hold in their laughter. "It's funny now in a training exercise, but if this was a real fight, Justin would be dead. One wrong step, one miscalculation and it's over. No second chances." Storm calls out to the group as I help a grumbling Justin to his feet. "Alright, since this is the first day, we are doing basic training and that starts with running a mile. Two laps around this field. GO!" I shout and slowly all the teens jog away. "I always hate the beginning of training. Everything is a huge joke to them. " Storm says, walking over to me. Both of us cross our arms over our chests as we watch the kid
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