Like a Phoenix from Ashes
Mar. 24th, 2012 02:42 pmIllya was in the bowels of UNCLE NY’s headquarters in the section that housed the gym, showers and physical therapy facilities. He had been there all morning working out; first with a trainer and then on his own. Tomorrow, he would have to take and pass his physical. It was all that stood between him and the field as he had easily passed his firearms’ qualifying rounds. Medical had partially released him from their care. He would be fully released when (if) he re – qualified for field duty.
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