It didn’t take long for Matt to realize that he had joined the right martial arts group. Each one of the people he came in contact with had a deep, abiding hatred for the United States. Everyone trained hard. Some had a ‘knack’ for becoming a fighter while others had to work at it.
Their two trainers were worse than any Marine Corps drill instructor he had ever seen. Everyone’s focus was intense. Everyone there knew there was a purpose for them being there and they were dedicated to that purpose. Yes, sir. He was in the right place, alright. As far as he could see, he was in the right place at the right time. All he needed to do was to show that he had that little ‘extra’ down inside of him, and he would rise to his destined position.