Van had felt somewhat out of place at the wedding, since he’d only met Vicki and Emmet—the bride and groom—the day before. But they and the other people who worked at the compound were friendly and did their best to make him feel he was a part of the team.
When he asked Emmet, out of curiosity, who would be taking their place while he and Vicki were gone, all Emmet told him was it would be a man who needed some R&R.
“Teaching hand-to-hand and firearms training is hardly what I’d call a way to relax,” Van said.
“It is if you’ve been working job after job, which this man has been,” Emmet replied.
“I still don’t get why I need to go through the whole training regime.”
Paul—the man who taught evasive driving—said, “It’s more so we can evaluate your skills than anything else.”
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