We left the small apartment complex we were holed up in, and we walked through the morning sun rose and shined above the city. People walked around the city more often in the day, so it was easier to blend in as we walked to the warehouse. I unlocked the warehouse lock and walked inside, letting James and Eva in after me. James out a box full of his stuff on an empty desk.
"Spacious... This will work. This will definitely work," James said as he looked around. He set up a few little targets and training dummies, then set up a bit more near my workout equipment.
"If I knew I was gonna have company, I would've cleaned up a bit," I said as I looked at everything James set up. Eva pulled up the book she was reading and closed it, putting it aside as she walked over to help her dad out. I leaned back and watched them. James climbed up to nail something in, but he dropped the hammer onto the floor. I laughed softly and looked at them as Eva knelt down and picked the hammer up, handing it back to James.
That's when my smile dropped. The way they interacted and helped each other out, it reminded me of when my father used to work on the house and my sister helped him out. It was their little bonding time and they were genuinely happy when they fixed the house up. I kept my back to the wall as I watched them, snapping back to reality.
"Alright, that should do it," James said as he climbed down and put the ladder away. There were several targets ready and set up, to which James told me, "Well don't just stand there. Shoot them and get a feel for the weapons in your hand." I nodded and clenched my left fist, everything shooting out as I aimed the .50 cal gun built into my arm at one of the targets. It dawned onto me that I didn't know how to even shoot the damn thing, so I flexed my arm and felt the inner workings go. As the bullet was processed, it shot from my wrist and past my palm, then exited through the small hole in my knuckle. The bullet traveled with a loud bang, like an actual .50 caliber rifle, and the bullet went through the target.
"Holy shit," I muttered as I looked at my hand. I smirked as I shot several more times, feeling like a semi-auto rifle built into my body, and the bullets all drove through the target. "It's .50 caliber bullets and semi-automatic. Shit, that's all an assassin really needs to get the job done." Days of training became weeks as James and Eva got more comfortable in the warehouse they'd have to stay at for a while. I got more efficient with both the blade built into my right wrist, even finding new ways to shoot it out and retract it to make my fighting styles comfortable again. I combined all the fighting styles I knew and combined them into a single fighting style that would feel comfortable with the different stances, and the metallic arms.
"Kyle, could you come here for a moment?" James asked, and I walked over. "Give me your left arm for a moment."
"Uh, okay...?" I sat down and put my left arm on the table. James laughed and shook his head.
"Relax, son," He said as he started to implant something in my arm. I had another memory spasm as I thought back to a moment when I was a kid. I was about 6 years old when I first rode a bike, and my dad took me out to ride it. I lost control and crashed into a metal fence, cutting my arm on the fence.
I must have cried for about five minutes straight just because of that, until my dad wrapped my arm in gauze and simply said, "Relax, son. It's all fixed now, see?" He lifted my arm and showed me the bandaged limb.
Then I was snapped back into reality as James called my name, and I looked down at my metallic limb. "I said it's all finished now, see?" I nodded as I looked at my arm, then I stood up and went to my bed.
About 7 months went with just training, and I was already improving. I had finished training for the day, so I laid on my bed and sighed. James heard of some kind of activity and he contacted me. I was currently listening to some new band I found, some rock band from the south with a mute for a drummer, a killer bassist, and the lead singer with badass vocals. James pulled my earbuds off and told me, "We have some activity from Morgan." I sat up and looked at the monitor, then saw Morgan making his way to a live event.
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The Last Assassin: The Rise of Titan
ActionThe Assassin Kyle Maxxis had lost a lot to get to where he was at this point, and he continued to prove himself as he fought alongside the other members of the Wolfpack. But by himself, he doubts himself and feels he can't measure up to anything. Wh...
