Chapter 865

• Felix should have checked his baggage at the door. Competing for the same lady was fine -- even fun. Picking one to punish another...not cool. I had to think about my response as I barely made it in for my Constanza time. Wisely, I left my baggage at the door. These were firearms we were dealing with -- a danger to me and the people around me.
• I was in my biking outfit today. More looks. The decision was that I'd go for my Glock-22, a .38 Ruger LCR back-up, a South Korean-made shotgun that looked like an M-16 and a very unhealthy looking device called a Heckler & Koch UMP 40 (which I had never even heard of). Wait...it got worse. I was scheduled for knife fighting training at 3 p.m. -- every day for the foreseeable future.
• Constanza didn't want to help me breath, much less train. That was okay. I left my shirt in the weapons' room so the second I hit the shooting booth Magical Amazon Fey appeared to impart their wisdom, and body shapes to me. Oh God! I dropped a clip between my feet. The two ladies nearly head-butted in a race to get.