You can’t join until you’re eighteen and legally an adult, so that gave me almost three years to skill up.Against my father’s better judgement, ...e designed a fitness programme for me and helped me as much as he could. I’d been doing several styles of martial arts since I moved to Port Douglas. One of the retired cops my dad knew, ran a Dojo. I got extra lessons since I was so keen, and I was one of his star pupils. Dad said that I’d inherited his lightning reflexes.I was signed up for the. Interrogation Cell — Borgia Investigator ShipFixer woke in familiar surroundings. He'd participated in many an interrogation over the years, as either a witness or an investigator. He'd never been in the rack before, and he felt an awful dread at his position. Even the nightmare would be better than this. He must have been caught up in one of the deadly turf battles that kept the Borgia distracted between conquests; the fear that the sheep had turned on him had been misplaced. Not that it. Sorry twa-, oh I mean Nathan, I said sticking my tongue out at my brother. He chuckled and began to walk away, Okay, whatever. He flipped his jet black hair out of his jade eyes, which he got from mom. Nathan was tall and lean, he stood at 62, and he did have some muscle, along with a lip ring and an eyebrow piercing. He walked over to his group of friends who were laughing at something, then they all gave him the wassup nod. Hey Emily, I turned to see Lucas, Nathans best friend, smirking at. I caught her glance as her yellow eyes met mine, a familiar sultry expression on her face. I felt the tip of her long tail coiling around my ankle, and before I could react, she pulled my foot out from under me and dragged me across the ground towards the couch. I was hefted off the floor, and she caught me in her fat coils like someone snatching a baseball from the air, crushing the breath out of my lungs as she wrapped me like a hotdog in a bun. A shiver ran down my spine as I felt her.