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"We are a fraternity of assassins, the weapons of fate. The fraternity has trained assassins for thousands of years. You'll be given everything you need...to kill your target." Sloan didn't hesitate or even pause at any point during his speech, Wesley suspected that this was rehearsed, something they say to all the new guys.

As Sloan was talking to Wesley he guided him through a new building. This one was a significant upgrade to the last one. From the very first room they stepped in, Wesley knew that everyone in the building was working for these people, they all appeared totally dedicated, so much so that not one head was raised at their entry.

They took a lift straight to the top floor and Sloan stopped before a large wooden door. He looked down at Wesley, anticipation and excitement radiated from his face. Wesley looked back at him, "What's behind it?" Sloan's face lit up, Wesley had figured that he longed to be asked any question about his precious fraternity. It gave him an excuse to preach and sing their praises. "The single most successful training facility this world has ever known. We transform everyday citizens, just like you, to highly trained assassins. We teach them to unlock the talent hidden within them, and use it for the good of the world, for what we believe in" He paused slightly to catch his breath and then proceeded. "It's a choice Wesley, that each of us must face. To remain ordinary, pathetic, beat down, coping through a miserable existence. Like sheep, herded by fate." He paused once again, this time to let Wesley process the information. "Or you can take control of your own destiny and join us, release the caged wolf you have inside you. Our purpose is to maintain stability in an unstable world" He looked intensely into Wesley's eyes, to emphasise his next words, "Kill one, save a thousand, within the fabric of this world, every life hangs by a thread". He relaxed himself again, feeling that his point had been made. He then gave one last reassuring look at Wesley and opened the door.

This was also a much more pleasant experience than the last room shown to him. It was a room even bigger than the first one he was shown, considerably so. It resembled a gym more than anything else Wesley could think of. There was training equipment in every direction that Wesley turned his head. Ranging from weights to computer generated simulators. The thing that worried Wesley the most was over in the far corner. He noticed a whole rack of over-sized machetes along with another filled with guns and other various, dangerous weaponry. When Wesley saw this, a mixture of feelings embraced him. One of them being excitement, he couldn't help thinking it was like one of the films that he had seen so many times; but part of him still felt nervous and out of place. Wesley wasn't the guy that things happened to, he was the guy that blended into the shadows and strived for an easy life, and this certainly didn't look easy.

Sloan guided/dragged him over to the chair that was positioned dead in the middle of the room. It was directly under a window in the roof. Light shone onto the chair giving it a very dramatic and tense feel. Before Wesley could object Sloan had pushed him onto the chair with great force. He realised eventually that Fox had stepped up behind him. He failed to notice that she had a pair of cuffs in her hands; he was concentrating more on the guy that had stepped in front of him. The man towered high above Wesley and was built like a weight lifter, Wesley was pretty convinced that that was what he 

was. He looked slowly and nervously up to the man's face. He was too scared to move so just stayed dead still. Fox leaned forward swiftly to grab Wesley's arms - not giving him the chance to resist- She looped the cuffs through the back of the chair and cuffed both of his wrists. Wesley spun his head around quickly, looking for some reasoning in Fox's face. He found none; she maintained a straight face and didn't even look at him. Instead she nodded confidently to the man in front of Wesley. Wesley then spun to look at him, just wanting an explanation from somewhere as his panic increased.



The man stared into Wesley's eyes for a second, doing his best to intimidate him. It had clearly worked and he had begun to shift about nervously in his seat. Without warning the man pulled his arm back - a tightly clenched fist at the end- and threw it down towards Wesley using a lethal combination of momentum and strength. Wesley knew that there was nothing he could do to about it, he had realised too late, and even so he was cuffed to the chair. He squinted his eyes and sunk his head into his shoulders as a reflex of fear. The man's fist came to blows with the left side of Wesley's face, just next to his nose.

His head was thrown downwards and sideways and he left his head hang. The punch was harder than Wesley ever could have imagined and he could not believe that one man could muster so much power, no matter how big he was. The pain was excruciating, he was sure that up until this moment he had never felt anything like it. His nose began a wave of throbbing that made him unable to open his eyes wider than a squint. He blew hard out of his nose and let the clots of blood fall to the floor. He daren't sit up; he didn't want to be the victim of another one. It took all of his self control just to stay conscious.

Fox looked down at Wesley, the faint smile emerging once more. She looked into the man's eyes once more, showing him that she wanted him to go on. He bent down and grabbed Wesley under the chin and wrenched his head up to face his. Wesley tried the only form of defense he had and looked pleadingly into his attackers eyes, a pathetic expression plastered on his face, that didn't need to be acted.

The man ignored this and delivered a punch equally, if not more damaging than the first. Wesley let out a sob, this time determined to put up a fight. The man grabbed Wesley's chin once more, after another look of encouragement from Fox. Wesley picked his moment carefully, he was terrified but he wasn't going to take another punch lightly, not when they had so much force behind them.

The man raised his hand once more and began to clench his fist. He took a couple of seconds to plan his shot and then began to bring another forceful blow straight towards Wesley. When his fist was within inches of his face, Wesley kicked his knees up to tuck into his chest, forcing all of his weight backwards. This made the chair begin to topple over; the punch missed him by inches and the man behind it began to fall forward. Wesley realised this so kicked his feet forwards once more, forcing the chair to right itself again. As he kicked his legs he made sure that they came harshly in to contact with the right ankle of his attacker, forcing him to collapse to the floor. Wesley looked around at Fox, unable to figure out what possessed him to do what he did. She was smiling, this time a proper smile. She eventually even managed to laugh. "See...you can do it" she stated. She bent down and removed the cuffs from Wesley's chaffed wrists. He took full advantage of his free hand and began to nurse his battered face, removing as much blood as possible with his sleeve. He was slightly shaken by the large proportion of blood there was, and even more so at the fact that there was more still pouring out 

of every break in his skin.
Wesley stood as he realised that Sloan needed somewhere to put the man after assisting him off of the floor. "I'm sorry" Wesley said, genuine sympathy and remorse in his voice as he realised the extent of his actions. The man's ankle was swollen to the size of a tennis ball and he was still wincing in pain. "Less of that Wesley" Sloan said sternly "You just proved that you have it within you to be a great assassin, the last thing we want you to do is apologise"

For the first time in his life Wesley felt that he was good at something, that he wasn't a complete waste of space. Now he had felt it he didn't want to let it go. He hadn't realised what he had been missing out on, the power a sense of fulfillment had. From this moment he knew that this was his destiny, that he had to put every inch of strength, every second of his waking time into training to be the best assassin he could be. He realised that he needed it, something to make him feel complete. Never before in his life had he felt so passionate about something he knew so little about. But he didn't care, knowledge would come in time.