Amazonia - The Athenaeum

there would be no special ops, but that didn't mean they couldn't learn to become better fighters
in Arthur's opinion.
"Good day, general," said Bebo as she made her way to the door. "I hate to waste time, but I
figure we'll start fresh again in the morning." She turned and looked at the older man wondering
what was going through his mind.
"That sounds good." He looked from the mats to the unscathed woman highlighted in the
sunlight streaming in from the high windows and answered slowly.
"Perhaps tomorrow, we can all start with a fresh mindset. What do you say?"
"That maybe there is something you can teach us after all." He held out his hand first and walked
to where she was standing.
"We may come from different countries, sir, but we are fighting on the same side. My mother
and your leaders are after the same thing. A world free of what she likes to call bad guys doing
bad things. If we didn't think we could help you, I would have been the first one to say so and let
you go about your business."
"Fair enough, highness. I'll see you in the morning." He frowned when he turned to watch Titus
rise first, his lip swollen and still bleeding. The quick trip to the infirmary to put in stitches
would give Moines bragging rights for months to come. "Get cleaned up and spend the rest of
the day studying the maps they sent from Louisiana. One humiliation in this exercise is enough,"
barked Patrick.
"I did try to warn you," said Arthur as they started back toward the offices. "I was Titus once
upon a time and I came away with just a broken arm, so it could've been worse. These are the
types of people they send in when you want nothing left alive down to the cockroaches, and you
never see them coming."
"Sometimes it takes a live demonstration, I guess. I'm sure you'll keep me informed of any other
surprises our visitors might have."
"Actually, this morning kind of surprised me as well. I've never seen someone beat the shit out of
so many people by just slapping them around. What we need to start praying for is that she and
her pals don't show up carrying chobos or fighting staffs. They'll put all of us in intensive care."
Patrick opened the door of the administration building and waved Art in before him. "Why do I
think you could keep up with these women?"
"I learned, general, and I never wanted to stop learning, and that's all I'm going to tell you. What
we both know though, is that's something I don't have to tell you." The blond just headed for his
office and didn't say anything else. With a quick wave over his shoulder, he closed the door and
picked up the phone. When the person he called answered, it didn't take him long before he was
laughing so hard tears were streaming down his face.