Flr Training Stories Novels & Stories

When, at long last, he clapped his hands, saying it was time to do some stretching, he had a knowing smirk on his face, “How was your first taste of real training, folks?” Olivia dropped to her knees, and I went to her, even though I was wheezing myself. Extending a hand out, which she took gratefully, I helped her up. “You were not joking, Mr B,” Billy told him in a wonder-filled tone of voice. “For a combat trainer, you’re really something else.” “Yeah, for real,” Jeffrey Miller nodded, out of breath like the rest of us. “I miss Mr Brown,” Peter Ford let out in a mumbling, whining tone of voice.

to be useful. A mother of twins who had to pause her training years ago. A veteran missing two fingers and a chunk of her thigh. A teenage boy with a stutter and a sniper’s eye. Even Bailey’s friend Sora, who never made it past junior combat trials—but moves like a shadow when no one’s watching. I ask them one by one. Not with fanfare. Not with orders. Just: “Will you train with me?” Most of them blink like they misheard. A few say no.

“This is what happens when brothers pretend instinct is a substitute for intelligence.” FLASHBACK — Eight Years Ago The training field was full of heat and noise—boys roughhousing, wrestling, learning to shift with fists and teeth instead of thought. Lexara was eleven, watching from the ridge. She wasn’t allowed to train with them. Not officially. Not with her frame, her gender, her blood still waiting for its first shift. Kael laughed down below, dragging a younger Eamon into a mock throw. “Come on, pup! You’ve got to lead your hit!”

I tried to grab it back, but he turned away. “Who the hell have you been talking to?” he demanded. “All these messages from Marcus. Late night texts. What kind of training needs messages at midnight?” “They’re just about scheduling,” I lied. My heart was racing. “He’s a professional trainer. That’s it.” Ryan scrolled more. His face got redder. “Professional? The argument got louder. I finally managed to grab my phone back and went to the bathroom, locking the door behind me. I sat on the edge of the tub, breathing hard. My hands wouldn’t stop shaking. How much longer could I keep doing this?

He taught us Silat while Malachi taught us Krav Maga and Kiran taught us a variety of everything else. “That guy’s a serious badass and I’d never admit it to his face, but that dude scares me,” Josh said. Kiran had brought Levi with him a few times when he visited Fresno to help Josh with the business and the training aspects. “He’s not that bad,” I said. “Once you get to know him.” Josh shook his head and smiled. “That dude is ice cold, but he’s good. I reckon back in the day I might have bet on Levi instead of Kiran.”

We then proceeded with the tour together but just talked with some topic about things way back home in our country. I knew very little about her during that day but I feel that we became closer. Not in a romantic way as I am not compelled to think lustful thoughts about her. Flor is a very beautiful and sexy woman but she strikes me with the angelic, never-to-be-blasphemed vibe. I guess this past 2 days have been a good start. I can finally say that I'm getting familiar with the ropes of this company and business. Time passed quickly and we are now on the 2nd month of the training.

my brother Rafael asks making me take a deep breath. “I have trained before in Canada for a month thanks to grandpa. And don’t worry this is safe because I used a fake untraceable account and no system can track me. I was taught by General Cortez on how to do this.” I said as they all look so worried and then relieved. “Uhmnn so, that was easy.” Jake said as they walk towards their seats and sit facing me.

The headline was visible: "Chen Facility Horror: Children Trained as Operatives." She looked at me. "Is this real?" I could not speak for a moment. My throat had closed. Damien answered for me. "Yes. Flora's mother ran a program similar to Marcus's. Smaller. Less sophisticated. But similar in intent. Flora was part of it until authorities shut it down." "You never told me." "No." "Why not?" I found my voice. "Because it was not relevant. Because my past is my past. Because I did not want you to see me as damaged. I wanted you to see me as someone who could help."

Floryin squealed on Bella's question, slightly annoyed because Bella was too slow to digest what she was saying. "Mr. El here will teach you martial arts and sharp weapons, Bella!" In her heart, floryin counted down from number five. Right after the second count, Bella screamed hysterically when she realized Marco was letting her train. "Aaaaakh, really?" "Is Mr. El really going to teach me?" Bella asked with such enthusiasm. "Bella, you promised me not to scream like that!" floryin blurted in exasperated. "I'm sorry, but can I really learn all that?"

Cleo sensed the tension and she spoke ; " Romano, I know that this whole training thing is only given to special people but I think I've proven myself and I've heard myself a very loyal and trustworthy and I is it possible to get the same training that everybody went through because I think it's time I cannot always be the one who watches and stands on the sideline while everybody gets some action and I don't own reports on the action or I only talk about it which seems to be a bit unfair so what do you think. "