i am a spy. not some rooftop-jumping archer, shield-wielding super-soldier, or shiny-metal philanthrobot. i need to make that clear on my business card. espionage is shadow warfare. cold combat. does anything about this feel cold to you?
‘ Morgan. Morgan. MORGAN! I didn’t think you were serious.’ Facepalming his hand for a moment the man sighed & straightened up before pointing at the security device, ‘ This is Captain Handsome ordering you to Rock and Roll on that 45.’
“Better isn’t good” It was easy to fight when she was wearing her suit, but she wasn’t always going to have it, so she asked James to help. “I should just stick to the suit.”
Almost a ghostly grin of his father took shape on his face, Progress is progress. I can deadlift a school bus, but if I don’t have control I’d just be an easy target.’ James sapped his gloved hands together, raising his hands for more blows,’ come on exhale after every strike, drive with your elbow, not your fist.’