

Training beginsthe sun was still below the horizon, the sky gradually shifting from light grey into colors. the air was crisp and the noise of the city was muted, the traffic below barely an occasional whisper or hum. within the hour the whole city would be awake and on the move. for now, it breathed quietly to itself and hoped it could hit the snooze button one more time.Training begins
Joe Chin stood on the roof of his building, toying with a home rolled cigarette. he toiled with it a bit, making sure it was a solid roll and wouldn't come apart in his mouth. nipping it between his lips he brought out his lighter and lit it with the practice of an old army p
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