The Leverage

Chapter Three

"Watch this," I call to Trevor, as my hands grip the handles to the tred mill I'm latched onto. Trevor steps up to next to me, watching me intently with his dark green eyes. He watches me as I let my hands fall from the railing of the tred mill as I continue walking, not holding onto anything.

"Impressive," Trevor approves, grinning as I pick up the pace. All afternoon, I've been on this tred mill, building my strength back. I had a rail to keep me from falling, and I could go whatever pace I needed. It's amazing what a little bit of time and determination can give you. It can give you strength and the will to build yourself even stronger, and the feeling that you receive is strangely addicting.

"I'll be running a marathon by the week's end," I joke, as I walk even faster without holding anything. And to think this morning that I was excited about standing on my own for thirty seconds...

"When was the last time you sat down?" Trevor asks, amused as he glances at the miles walked. Two miles. The distance isn't very long, but it is considering the fact that I'm barely walking. But still. Two miles is quite a distance for someone that is overcoming my weaknesses. Weaknesses such as not standing for too long.

"Um, it's been a little while," I shrug it off, offering him a loose smile as I finally allow myself to latch onto the rail in front of me for a rest.

"Maybe you should take a break?" Suggests Trevor, his dark tone concerned. "You don't want to over do it."

"I'm not going to over do it," I roll my eyes. "I'm just having fun."

"Fun?"

"Yes."

"Then I guess I'll leave you to it," Trevor rolls his eyes back at me. "Don't forget to breathe."

"I won't," I assure him bitterly, as I watch him jog over to Jake, who is currently on the tred mill across from me. The jerk has been running for nearly two hours, without stopping, and is barely cracking a sweat. He makes running seem so easy while I'm practically fighting to stand on my own, but at the same time, it's motivation. I'll be running like him soon.

Okay, maybe not exactly like that, because no one besides Jake wants to run on a tred mill for two hours at that pace. But if I wanted to, I'd be able to soon. And that's what matters.

Trevor then makes his way over to the fighting ring across the garage, where he and starts beating up a punching bag. I watch in a trance at his easy hits that would probably feel even worse than the blow of a bullet to the victim. Fighting seems to be something Trevor was just born to do, given he's been training to be one since he was sixteen. But watching Trevor train today was really an amazing thing. The way he reads his opponent and defends himself while basically killing whatever was in his way was truly a treat to watch. His strength is a gift to witness, while terrifying at the same time.

Let's just say that I am severely concerned for the men in Unit Two who have to face a fighter like Trevor tonight.

Landon and Trevor have been training together for the greater time of this afternoon, not exactly fighting each other but more like practicing and going through motions. If I thought Trevor was amazing at killing someone, then Landon would be defined as a god. The two are obviously the best in the nation, at least as far as the Company is concerned. The captain and second in command of all fighters. The combination obviously defines a pair that is invincible to anyone who provokes it.

I finally step off the tred mill, while sending a daggered glare to Jake who winks at me as he jogs.

"Giving up so soon?" He teases, as he runs a little faster just to get on my nerves.

"Some of us have better things to do besides running nonstop," I growl in a slightly joking tone.

"Nothing is better than this, babe," Jake declares, barely showing signs of exhaustion even after so long of running. "I mean, maybe sex with you, but I'll judge that one in time."