Chow was imported and infused steaks with a veggie grain mix that Rex almost gagged at the smell of.
If he didn't burn what felt like two-thousand calories during Sgt.Atheno's class, he probably would've.
Either way, he made it through dinner in one piece. Which made sense. He'd been through worse than a few teenage and adult eyes and foul smelling veggies.
During that time, he spoke with Tyson, Syrus, Imani and Victor about just about everything from sponsorships, new weapon releases from well known arms brands and other topics he was too much of a homeless orphan to understand.
By the time they finished up eating and he'd made it back to his barracks and in the shower, he was excited— or at least looking forward to, the idea of going to bed.
Then it hit him.
All while he was in the twisting steamy flows of the shower. Under the searing hot water that was massaging his muscles thoroughly and slowly sending him to a place of pure tranquility.
