Chapter 1
"Just a little harder, Babe."
"I'm going as hard as I can, Ranger. We're not all superhuman like you. And I feel
stupid being this rough."
That earned me a sigh and one of the trade-mark almost smiles. A few months ago, when I was kidnapped yet again, I decided that I needed to start taking control of my life…well at least my job. I went to my favorite superhero and made a deal: I would work for Rangeman three days a week doing his background searches, if he would train me to be a bounty hunter. Sounded like a good idea at the time.
"It's a punching bag, Steph, it's supposed to get hit."
I rolled my eyes, in total Burg fashion, and did what any Burg girl would do in my place; I pouted.
"Well, if you're gonna make fun of me…"
"I'm not making fun, I'm just trying to get you to let go and hit the bag. It's the easiest thing in the world."
This is how most of the training sessions have gone so far. We're three months in, and I have markedly improved. Even Ranger said so. I was catching skips more easily, I was more comfortable with my gun. I was more toned and I didn't want to die every time I went running. Life is good. Or…you know…better.
