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The pit of doom
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So far as Jay could tell, he was the only American in the room. The guys spanned the globe, in so much as he could guess by accent and surname. But by globe, he really meant Europe and Asia. The seat of all Custody authority. It seemed these guys were plucked from lives of all sorts. Details were hazy, though. Not that Jay was asking a lot of questions. There seemed to be an unspoken sort of agreement to not talk about their pasts. Which was why Dominik's question surprised him.

He wiped sweat off his head with a towel and sank to a stool. His arms were heavy. Breathing hard to catch. Jay wasn't a wimp, but he had no idea how exhausting this training would be. Things the others did almost effortlessly left him depleted. Like he'd ran a twenty mile ruck in record time only to turn around and climb a mountain with his bare hands, get to the top and decide to build a stone fortress with an old hammer and chisel. Maybe that was exaggerating. But still. Not what he expected.

He waved an abstract circle in the air with one hand. "If all this is Karim's training, what the hell does Vellas put you through?"
He didn't even want to know what Ascendancy demanded. If he ever came down here at all. Regardless, at least things were progressing. He'd kept up with Leweski. And by kept up, that was more of a barely avoid getting his head smacked against the wall all the time let alone actually land another assault in return. Still, it was better than where he was that morning. Six weeks in San Diego changed him into a new person. The same was likely to happen here. In shorter amount of time. Probably best not to think on it too much.

Leaning back, he laid his head against the wall gently. His head rang like a bell. "Could ask the same of you. Let's just say I 'volunteered' in a sense. As i'm sure the rest of the guys did too."
He had to wonder at their histories. Supposedly, this group of men were the most elite force of channelers in the world. Or so the tv said. And hate to betray the Legion and all that, but the uniforms were better.

Only darkness shows you the light.


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