CHAPTER 220

Two weeks later, I was still beat up and bruised. The only difference… my trainers were, too. It made things interesting to have three men teaching me what I needed to know. I learned each style. I also picked up from them and used the others’ styles against them. Three out of five times, I was down, but the other two were when I kicked ass.

Brack and I planned to barbeque with Ray and Herman later. We’d received a large supply of steaks, and Ray was out in the surf fishing. If he caught anything, we’d add it to our dinner. All three men grumbled over vegetables, but too bad. They would eat what I put in front of them.

We enjoyed steak and some fresh whiting for dinner. Ray and Herman left early. They slept in split shifts and never stayed around after eating. Brack told me they camped in tents but moved the location daily. They were part of Brack’s team because they adapted to their environment as well as being damn good men. He met both of them in the military.

I felt a little guilt