❝ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴀssᴜᴍᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ᴇᴀsɪʟʏ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴀɴ ᴏᴘᴘᴏɴᴇɴᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛs ʜᴀʟғ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙᴏᴅʏ ᴡᴇɪɢʜᴛ ❞|•|•|•|•|
LILITH IGNORED THE LOOKS she got from people when she walked into the gym, her heels clicking with every step she takes.
After stopping by the apartment she's staying in, she decided to stop by the place where she has to be for the rest of the week. To see if she can spot any some regulars.
Lilith leaned against one of the pillars, her eyes scanning the large gym.
She furrows her eyebrows when she saw a man swipe his feet under his trainer's legs, making him fall onto his back. Lilith raises her eyebrows, he might be the one. Lilith, once again, got ahead of herself.
The trainer swiped his legs under the fighters legs and then he fell onto his back. He groaned out in pain and grabbed his shoulder. Lilith rolls her eyes. Pussy. Clearly, he wasn't the one.
The sound of yelling got Lilith's attention, she turns her head to the left to see a man and his trainer going out. The man was good, she has to admit. Better than the one who was a pussy.
She pushes herself off of the puller and walks towards the mat the two were on.
She watches in amusement as the man punches the trainer in he face, knowing him to the ground. Clearly he used half of his strength, considering the trainer's nose was busted up and the man was barely out of breath.
The trainer yells out and slaps his palm against the mat multiple times. He stands up, holding his bloody nose and points at the man with his other hand. "This is the second time Rapp!"
Lilith recognized the trainer, Jace Smith. The two knew each other for a while now. Jace always sees her in the gym every five months and asks her what she does. Lilith told him that she looks for new recruits in the army, leaving out the CIA and Black ops.
The man "Rapp" doesn't say anything and stares at him. Lilith clears her throat and steps up onto the mat, getting looks from both men, but keeps her eyes on the man Rapp. "What's your name handsome?"
"Mitch Rapp." His voice came out strong, not weak. He looks at her with furrowed eyebrows. "Who are you?"
"Blaze." Lilith smirks and steps onto the mat. "Show me what you got, Rapp."
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