"Remind me what exactly we're doing here?" Aaron asked while adjusting the new underwear Bill gave him. "We are training." Bill said with his calm pleasant smile which was ever present on his face. "I don't need training. The only thing that can control this...thing is a bullet inside my brain." He shot back. "He didn't say this training was just for you, did he?" Amanda interjected as she and her grandfather retreated beind a plexiglass wall. "This isn't just the beginning of you trying to control your powers, it's us seeing what you can do and how you can do it. This is a team effort Aaron. We train together. This is more training for us than you right now." Mr. Heartcroft put her hand on his granddaughter's shoulder, signalling her that was the end of her lecture to Aaron. He then reached out and touched the side of the glass to turn on his instruments. They must have been some kind of instruments, Aaron thought, judging from how the glass lit up with a bunch of various colored circles and bars which fluctuated up, down, shrunk, grew, and responded to the different touch commands him and Amanda began imputting. After a minute or two of silence on Aaron's side of the wall, Bill finally spoke back to him, but through some kind of speakers he couldn't locate after a few moments of searching. "You may begin now Aaron." "Begin how exactly? I need a trigger." "You know I could just go in there and slap him. That would probably work." Amanda leaned over into the
“I can teach you how to Attack me and how I can ward you off”
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you. Now you’re going to slide your pistol toward me, and if you try anything, my men will kill you.”
“Well, I’m supposed to be training so I can get my book of life from Nova,” Echo said
“Despite the power of the move, he has no idea where he’s headed. Maybe I can find someway to beat him.”
“How cute… Fine, I’ll give you what you want.” Zach pulled Tyler’s legs into the air and unbuckled his jeans in a few quick steps, sliding them down and revealing the other’s hardening member prominently displayed against the black backdrop of his boxers.
“Thanks,” Roy said gratefully. “I’ll check in and see how he’s doing later today. I should go get changed for roll call.”
“Let me try this again,” Peterson said, pulling the trigger. His gun was out of bullets. “Dang gun is out of bullets. Ratchet, you try.”
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Nix smiled down at her, “Not exactly, I’m a trainer. I train the militaries special ops.” He started laughing and put his finger to his lips “Shhhh, don’t tell anyone its top secret.”
“Try them on and come out to show me afterwards.” She said gleefully. I stepped into the fitting room. It was more like a corner of the store that was covered with cloth on two sides. Sighing, I pulled the itchy fabric of the first dress on my
"It's not any of that low level academy training, I'll be your opponent this time around."
“Train hard every day until my legs drop.” ‘Work my butt off everyday.” Summer training. The exhausting journey to become better and better. Every player has their own method of training, whether it’s to run 2 miles every week or to work on endurance. They each have their own plan, their own goals, and their own motivation that prepares them for the in coming season.
She felt him laugh underneath her. "You can 't do it," he said. "You can 't kill me."
“Just think of everyone as wearing their shimmies and long johns,” he said, ignoring her protest to being shy. “That is what I do. I especially like picturing the males in their drawers,” he whispered, then chuckled. Allie giggled.
"Well, sure, go right ahead," he said, his voice unnaturally deep. "You do it every day anyway during training," he added. The woman beside him snorted in laughter.