Sunday, March 1st, 9:23 AM, 2037 …
Wiping the sweat off my brow, I said, in a slightly hesitant voice, “Uh, Nisha?”
Nisha, who stood outside of the Gym’s center, looked up from her phone. “Hmm? What is it, Ash?”
I gulped. “I really appreciate all of the training you’ve given me over the last six months or so, but … are you sure this won’t get me killed?”
Nisha smiled. “Don’t you worry, Ash. Remember, I am totally in control of Markus. I won’t have him hurt you any more than is necessary. And as always, if you feel like I am going too far, just say ‘Stop!’ and I’ll call Markus off.”
I nodded anxiously. “I get that, but … does he have to be wielding a metal bat?”
I gestured at Markus, Nisha’s puppet, who stood opposite me. He was still as n***d and muscular as ever, his red speedo sta
