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HAYES
“Three minutes, forty-two seconds,” Ford announced as I streaked under the last trip wire in the obstacle course. “That’s your best yet.”
The course had been set up so it cut through the mountain and made for a really f*****g hard workout. It was a rugged path that went up steep inclines then back down them. There were fallen logs to jump, even crossing a damned stream and all kinds of other natural obstacles. The only thing it didn’t have was an ocean swim. It wasn’t fun, but I was a SEAL, and if it was fun, it’d be boring.
I accepted Kennedy’s high-five as I walked off the exertion, setting my hands on my hips. They’d already had their turns and were clocking us.
Taft, our youngest team member, came in behind me, his injured knee not slowing his time because he was too f****
