I took a long cold shower, trying to get my rage under control.
Ever since I was young, it was hard for me to control my anger. The training my grandfather made me do, just made it worse. I seemed to take pleasure in hurting people when my anger was present. That was the only thing that took my opponent down and kept me alive.
Now I was sitting at my desk with my silk robe wrapped around me. I had a towel wrapped in my hair, trying to dry my wet curls. My computer was open in front of me and I was trying to track down this ‘Ivan Petrov’.
I ran a search for his name through all the databases I could get into. I needed a picture so I could run facial recognition into all of the street cameras to try and find a location on him. I’d be able to tell where he is in the city, or wherever he
