The first guard didn't see it coming. Aric's suit extended a monofilament whip, slicing silently through the night to wrap around the man's neck. With a quick tug, the guard crumpled to the ground. Over the past year or so, Gopher had been strict with him. He had taught him how to be a hunter, how to let the prey think it was the hunter, only to change the situation at the last second.
Aric wasn't the only one being taught; Alden had been dragged into it as well. And thus, their training began. They were taught how to use various weapons and to at least gain some mastery over them.
The guard's companion turned, reaching for his weapon, but Aric was faster. He shot the man directly in the chest.
"Two down," Mira said in her usual calm tone.
