Fight To The Finish (The Specialists) by Greenland Shannon

Author:Greenland, Shannon [Greenland, Shannon]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2012-10-27T00:00:00+00:00

Closing his eyes, he breathed deeply, working through the pain. It was a physical and mental strategy that TL had taught all of us.

Inhale through the nose.

Exhale through the mouth.

Inhale through the nose.

Exhale through the mouth.

Three minutes passed, and Bruiser showed Mystic how to release the ropes, softly dropping David back into a standing position. He stood for a few seconds, shaking his legs and arms, probably trying to get sensation back into them.

Mystic went next, doing phenomenally well. I didn’t know why it surprised me, really. I’d seen him in all sorts of contortion, meditative positions. I guess it always took me off guard because of the size of his ‘football’ like body, very thick and stout.

He did his five minutes amazingly fast, definitely accomplishing a split, but not the hyperextension.

After he’d been loosened and lowered to the ground, Bruiser turned to the rest of us. “This is a fighter’s stretch, and something I’d like you all to experience at least once. But it’s certainly not something you need to do every day.” She looked at me. “Who’s first?”

I took a step back. What was she looking at me for?

“You said,” she reminded me, “that you wanted to experience all aspects of training to be a fighter.”

I narrowed my eyes. She just had to remind me of that, didn’t she?

Bruiser raised her brows, a little too sweetly if you asked me. “Well?”

“Fine.” I put my laptop down and walked over to the tree-torture area.

Bruiser and Red tied my wrists. Mystic did my left ankle, and I stood supported only by my other foot. I looked down at David who had his fingers wrapped around my right ankle.

“You ready?” he asked.

I nodded.

Gently, David slid my foot from under me, and I dropped into a forced split. Ow!

I clenched my jaw and sucked in a breath through my teeth. Ow!

“Breathe,” TL instructed.

I sucked in another breath.

Oh my God! How had David and Mystic done this?

“Are you ready to be lowered into a split?” Bruiser asked.

“What?!” Wasn’t I already in a split? “No! Don’t touch me.”

Bruiser chuckled. “GiGi, really. You’re hardly even stretched.”

“What?! You’ve got to be kidding me.” I felt like I was about to crack in half. “Let me down.”

Bruiser glanced at TL, and he shook his head.

Fighting the urge to glare at him, I squeezed my eyes shut and tried not to focus on my screaming, shaking muscles.

“It’s just a few minutes,” David quietly spoke. “You can do this. Breathe and think of code.”

I listened to his mellow, deep voice and inhaled a breath. On exhale, I conjured code for the Combat-Thrash program:

<!Phrase % element “Em” (&#x0009;)>

<!Entity (%styfon;~%phse;)- -(&#x000C;)(%line:)>

<(%line:)-(&#x2000B;)>

I continued to code, my eyes closed, inhaling and exhaling in a subconscious deep rhythm. I went over every axiom, matching it to its component, and uniting it with all the rudiments. And, strange enough, I solved a fissure in the data that had perplexed me.

“That’s five minutes,” Bruiser announced, bringing me from my concentration. “You didn’t even flinch when I lowered you a few more inches.

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