Iglesia……………………..Episode Seven

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(Last episode)

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After 8 hours of sitting completely motionless in a fucking bush, he stood straight up from a half lotus. He did not grunt or stretch. Or spit or scratch. He did almost yawn though. Truth be told, he was on his feet before he even really knew it. Most people have two levels of operation, conscious and unconscious. People like him had three, conscious, unconscious and duty.

Anything that came under the heading of duty was at this point almost unconscious, so ingrained and complete was his training. He was as physically fit as was humanly possible. He was as mentally fit as is possible for a mind that was only twenty two years old. Actually…he was slightly more mentally fit than was technically possible, since just like his muscles and tissues and other organs, his mind had been trained and bolstered with augmentations ranging from vitamins and hormones to arcane physical and mental techniques culled from the various secret Warrior Societies that had existed throughout human history. Like not grunting when you stood up after sitting motionless in a fucking bush for eight hours.

He seriously felt like killing something though.

Which was ok, since he knew he probably would get the chance real soon.

His partner had of course stood up in exactly the same way at exactly the same time. They were exactly twenty paces apart as they worked their way exactly as the manual said they should towards the canyon. Exactly far enough away from each other that it would be very difficult to kill both of them at once but close enough so that they could work as a unit against any threat. He hoped that that scorpion over there appreciated fully just how badass they were. One got very little recognition in his line of work.

The reward came from knowing you were the best. His intellectual side appreciated the considerable effort that went into their training. Absolutely nothing was overlooked and exhaustive historical, psychological and for lack of a better word, ergonomic research had gone into even the tiniest detail of his training at The Center. It was literally the highest currently attainable pinnacle of human evolution in the science and practice of killing other humans.

But deep down, he just enjoyed knowing that he was in the top 1% of the top 1% of Bad Motherfuckers ever produced by the human species…and since the human species had defeated perhaps millions of other species over the course of the totality of evolution on the planet on its way to clawing its way to the top of the food chain, that made him one Bad Motherfucker indeed. Only his incredible level of training and discipline kept him from strutting just a bit.