O U T O F T I M E
book 3 in the 'chaos series'
in which lusine returns to earth and is reunited with steve, but not everything is as it was when they said their farewells after the events of the battle of new york. with new companions in tow, ol...
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twelve "a little bit of peace" -
Within two days, Lusine is much better, though warned to take it easy.
She stands back before her class, illusions holding up, and overseeing her trainees doing drills.
Today, she assesses them each for weakness. Writes it down upon the clipboard as she walks back and forth, pausing to watch who fumbles with the weapons, who cracks under the pressure of defence, and who breathes hardest.
It's a new approach, but one she's willing to try whilst she gives her body the time to rest that it demands. It seems to hum in approval as she gives in to its wants. Knitting itself back together one stich at a time.
Lusine stops before Agent Mills, watching her conduct a routine of punches and kicks with her pair who holds the dummy upright.
"Good job," She praises, the corner of her mouth tilting into a smile she reserves only for those who genuinely please her with their signs of improvement. "Keep up the hard work."
Mills flashes a bright grin over her shoulder to the woman she'd formerly feared, her cheeks rosy.
"Don't stop now," Lusine tells her, a laugh contained in her throat, and the agent nods her head, turning back to the punching bag to continue.
It had taken a while, but most of the agents are finally coming around to her presence as their trainer. All it took was a time to get used to one another for the respect to be garnered both ways.
Though a few of them still don't like her, none of them would dare defy her. She'd been sure to prevent against that with her harsher punishments in the earlier training sessions.
It's almost like she's got her own little squadron again. Though there are no wars for thrones to be fought on this planet, it still settles comfortably inside of her to be a commander of sorts once again. This is who she was before it all went wrong, minus the blood-thirsty, disgusting side.
That side will never rear its head again.
She'd hacked it off at the root and burnt it to ash. Became someone new. A better version of herself that can never be lost, no matter the cost.
Lusine jots a few notes down against Ayla Mill's name. A few for improvement, but significantly more for praise of her progress. This young woman might just become a magnificent agent if she keeps up this progression.
By the time she's finished her rounds, the training session is over, and the agents are all cooling their muscles down. Stretching their muscles as they talk amongst themselves.
In direct contrast, Lusine is warming up her muscles. Though she's been warned to take her training steady, she can't wait to get herself back into the groove of things once again. For the whole two days she'd been cooped up in their apartment, she'd been itching to stretch her legs and work off some steam.
