The next few weeks, I threw myself into my work out. Everyday. Hit, jab, kick, and block. My only worry was when my free month would be up. Of course, I shouldn't have. They gave me the ninjas award. It's a step up from the last one I got. Not only do you get the same rewards, but you get a personal trainer too. What I didn't expect was the FBI stepping in and sending an agent to train me. From what Kristie told me, they were very curious as to how I was doing.★★★★★(After knocking Kristie on the mat our first day. Twice.) ***** "Wowwwww... you sure have a lot of anger issues. " Kristie rubs her back in pain then sighs. "I haven't had someone knock me flat since my newbie days. That was when I thought I was invincible. Of course I got shot three weeks into my first case, but that didn't stop me having a hot head till I got showed up by a veteran. Those were the days." ****** "Well, I have a lot to be mad about. And I'll try not to get a hot head. With my being in the WPP, scar face would have a clear target."***** "No sense in worrying about that guy. We have got this under control. Of course your being able to fend for yourself would probably come as a shock since this wasn't on your records." ★★★★★ Weeks go by. Kristie and I train everyday now. She says I get better ever time she sees me. That is just what I want.