Chapter 104

• It was my sixth week of physical training, but it felt as if it had been years instead of weeks. I stood in the weight room, at five-fifteen in the morning—that's right—five-fucking-fifteen, watching myself in the mirrored wall of the room, doing curls with free weights clutched in both hands.
• Fuck, why in the hell did I get assigned this time frame for a personal work-out?
• It was punishment, pure and simple. But it was required, and since I'd done a good job of pissing off my instructor, it was what it was.