Yes, we were green.
I was in my damn pajamas, appearing for all the world like I was ready for a sleepover with a friend. Not at all like I needed to with a roomful of weapons. I was happy I had remembered to slide a hair tie over my wrist after showering.
The instructor in the middle eventually stepped forward when all of the candidates shut up about Godric being here. And Finn too. They had been arguing about who had the most impressive physique for fighting. No one had agreed on that one while I kept my mouth shut.
In my opinion, it was obviously Godric.
But they were both built like beasts.
The instructor stated loudly. “It’s test time.”
No shit.
“At least half of you will be leaving tonight.”
That was nice of him to say.
“We will be calling names randomly. When your name is called, you can choose one weapon. Pick wisely because you will fight with it.”
Hmm. That wasn’t so bad.
“There will be no fatal blows.”
Even better.
“The first person to draw blood wins.”
Not so good.
“And the loser is out of the program.”
That would definitely be bad.
There still had to be a catch. One on one was easy.
“Any questions?”
The man next to me raised his hand. “Will Mr. King and Mr. Baker be staying the entire time?”
I dropped my forehead into my right hand and rubbed at my temples. I could not believe the first question asked was that.
Baker. Baker, Baker, Baker…
It came to me quickly.
Baker Corporation. They were the largest weapons corporation, building and supplying the world’s needs in the finest and deadliest weapons. I had thought Finn was the quietest and most reserved of Godric’s friends. Perhaps he had a dark side he hid from the world running a dangerous business like that.
The instructor snorted. “Yes, they will.”
I sighed and raised my hand before any other idiots could raise theirs. I asked in a bored tone, “Who will we be fighting?”
The instructor grinned. “Us.”
I kept my hand in the air. “How many?”
“Our two against your one.”
My hand loved high places. “How will you pick?”
