So Jordo and Chuck returned home to train at Jordo's place. Jordo had a rigorous training schedule that was to take effect immediately, even though he wasn't healed up yet. He had to master the balance between his body and mind and master a few techniques as well. So, on their first full day back, he woke up at the crack of dawn and began. His exercises included standing on his hand for 40 minutes, 200 finger push ups, 100 pull ups, meditation, and 50 consecutive kicks on the dummy (starting over if he lost balance, which happened frequently) and he did all this until noon. Then he broke for lunch for an hour, and then he was back to training. The second half of his day included tree climbing (no hands), kunai/shuriken target practice, scroll study (some times combined with tree climbing) and then three hours of sword practice in the evening. He gave himself one day off; Sunday.

Chuck was not as disciplined. He woke up when Jordo was eating lunch and spent the day shooting at things with his new rifle and duel 9mm. (which he had picked up unexpectedly.) He shot at clay pigeons, real pigeons, dummies, and moving targets. His plan was to achieve 100 accuracy before the month was up.

At the end of the first day, the sun was setting, and Jordo sat meditating in the grass. Falcon had finally made it, but for now he kept hidden in the trees. He watched Jordo from a far, and he could here the distant shots Chuck fired off. Marth's voice buzzed in his ear.

"Are you in position?"

"Yeah," Falcon replied. The camera koopa hovered down from the trees and pointed the camera directly at him. A large Capt. Falcon appeared on the main screen in the surveillance room. Flacon looked into it and smiled. He waved energetically. "Hi mom!"

"Quit fooling around," Marth snapped. "Just get in there and kill the boy."

"Yeah, yeah," Falcon said. The koopa stayed in the trees as Falcon walked out and headed towards Jordo. Marth watch.

Jordo opened his eyes and looked over to Falcon who was approaching him carelessly. He then glanced to make sure his sword was with in reach. Falcon waved.

"Afternoon!" he said as he walked up. Jordo got to his feet and kept his guard up. "You're Jordo, right?" Jordo nodded. "Heh-heh! Well, I don't know how to say this but…I have to kill you. My boss thinks you might be getting in the way of our little project. I don't mind you, but he says you gotta die…so…" Falcon drew back his fist. "Falcon Punch!" He punched through the air. Jordo Quickly stepped back to avoid his fist, but it unexpectedly exploded into a fire strike in the shape of a falcon. He was knocked back and bounced to a stop on the ground. "Really, it's nothing personal. Just doing my job." Jordo looked up at him. He was walking over to him. Falcon jumped into the air. "Falcon Kick!" His foot caught fire as he shot towards the ground. Jordo rolled under him towards his sword and tossed shuriken back as he rolled. Falcon landed and dodged the shuriken and then turned around. "Littles toys like that won't work on me, little boy." Falcon grinned. Jordo stood up and steadied himself wit his sword. He could barely stand.

"Too weak to fight back, eh?" Falcon taunted. "That's what you get for messing with the best!" Falcon ran in for another attack, but he jumped back when some one shot at him. He and Jordo looked over. Chuck stood on a hill top with his rifle in hand. He closed one eye and took aim. Squeezing the trigger, he let a hail of bullets fly at Falcon. Falcon jumped every which way to avoid Chucks gun fire, until he leaped over the house and took cover behind it. Chuck hurried over to Jordo.

"Guns, eh?" Falcon called out. Chuck readied his gun. "Well it won't work against a Nintendo Elite!" Falcon soared over the house. Chuck tried shooting him down but missed every shot. Jordo jumped into the air and met him half way, trying to cut him with his sword. Falcon moved around it and kicked Jordo back to the ground. Chuck pulled out one of his hand guns and took a careful shot, catching Falcon from behind on his left shoulder. Falcon cried out as he landed and then rolled back. He held his shoulder. The bullet had gone straight through. "You bastard!" Falcon shouted. He was about to attack when Marth came through his ear piece.

"Falcon! Watch out!" he urged. Before Falcon could react, Jordo dashed infront of him out of nowhere and cut him twice. Falcon froze. The pain rushed over him like a flash flood. Just as quickly, Jordo rolled out of the way as Chuck was lining up his shot. Chucked squeezed the trigger. His hand cocked back with the bullet's excite. The tiny metal arrow sliced through the air with precision. It hit Falcon on the right side of the head, ripping through his skull and helmet. His eyes widened and his mouth wanted to scream as he fell back, the bullet going straight through him, and taking the right half of his head with it. Falcon fell to the ground, his remaining eye wide open in terror. His helmet fell off and rolled away about three feet. Jordo stood up, but just barely. Chuck let his arm fall to his side as he breathed a sigh of relief. Jordo wiped the blood from his blade before sheathing it. One threat down, many more to go.

And Marth saw the whole thing. He was shocked. He had just witnessed an elite taken down by two rookies. He bowed his head.

"He underestimated them…" Marth said quietly. "That idiot…" he said, this time with inpatients. He stood hunch over the computer for a while, finally working up the courage to alert his boss.

"Yes?" answered a cold voice.

"Master, Falcon has been killed," Marth said with a steady tone. There was silence for a while. Finally:

"I'll be right down,"