Makings Of A Rogue

chapter 7 [I]

A series of codenated well placed hits, vibrated through the scarcely populated room, aimed at a swinging punching bag strapped by a chain on the sealing. The vicious sound got louder the further you were from the source, seeming to bounce off the gym equipment scattered throught the basement room, which weren't being used save for a few, and they were located at the furthest corner, away from the boxing section of the well equipped gym. This was unusual, at this hour it was usually filled by the agents who worked above it, busting with life and reeking of sweat, as they worked out the frustrations of the day or just socializing, it was neutral ground everyone was welcomed here. But it hasn't been like that for a while, since special agent Alane showed up three weeks ago, it was now her space and everyone avoided it like the plague. Only the brave or stupid or just unfortunate ventured there.
Alane continued her onsolt on the bag, a never-ending rain of blows that seemed to increase with intensity.
She had been at it for the past half hour, after she had used practically every equipment in the room. Next she would be looking for a sparing partner which were hard to find this days, there were usually no one around when she was in here, most would be leaving the moment she arrived, but they couldn't be blamed. She had managed to send a couple of well trained agents, okay they were like twentish well trained agents and an instructor to hospital, knocked out with various injuries the most extreme being a broken leg.