"Lies leave bruises that will never fade away"
Fire Dragon is an underground fight club well known for their bloody fights and almost no rules. Earth "the shadow" Pirapat is Fire Dragon's best fighter. Having grown up in the club, it would be surpri...
— rules wouldn't mean anything if they weren't meant to be broken —
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Sierra poured herself a third coffee since morning just as the clock struck noon and Mix knocked on her door, stepping in with a hopeful glint in his eyes. "I love you! You are the best boss I've ever had!"
Mix sat down at the comfortably looking beige armchair right in front of Sierra's desk, tapping his fingers on the armrest, "so, how do I get in?"
Sierra took a sip of her coffee and watched Mix with a raised eyebrow. She put the coffee mug back on the desk, right next to her opened laptop and tapped her long manicured fingers on the newspaper right in front of her.
"First of all, good job with the article and second of all, I'm the only boss you ever had."
Mix kept a straight face, slowly nodding, "that's exactly why you are the best."
Sierra smiled, leaning back into her chair to relax a little, "I got you into the Fire Dragon, Mix. I just hope that you know what you are doing."
"Just trying to solve my father's murder. Nothing more and nothing less," Mix replied sternly. The light atmosphere in the office was slowly morphing into a heavy blanket woven from uneasiness and frustration. "How did you get me there?"
"You'll be the assistant trainer. Their previous one was severely beaten up by someone outside of the Fire Dragon. That guy can't walk anymore."
Mix closed his eyes and nodded, "well, that wasn't exactly the first thing I would love to hear about that place but okay." Mix stopped for a moment, thinking, "assistant trainer... what exactly I will have to do there? Because not sure you know but my knowledge of underground fight clubs is as big as my knowledge of Hornbills... therefore, almost non-existent."
Sierra looked at Mix utterly confused, "Hornbills?"
Mix shrugged, "Kew was doing an article about them a couple of days ago. It got stuck in my mind. My point is, I don't know shit about how to train those guys."
"That's why you are an investigative journalist, Mix! You know how to do thorough research so do it. You have time till Monday 6 pm. That's when you have to be there. Besides, as an assistant, I don't think you will do the training that often. Most likely you will do other stuff around it; patching up someone when they get hurt, refilling up their water bottles..."
"Fire Dragon is an illegal fights club, why do they even have a trainer?"
"Because they want to," Sierra simply replied. "Besides, Fire Dragon is a well-respected club in the underground fighting scene. Mix if you want to go there and survive you should research it more. I won't be there to answer all your questions."
Mix nodded, "yeah, yeah, Sierra, I know. I was pretty busy finishing my latest article, but don't worry, I'll do my homework, of course, I will. Especially now when you go me there and it can be my only chance to find out about what the heck was my father doing there."
