Jordan stepped into the training center, awed at its vastness. He scanned the room, looking for his weapons of choice. As we walked over to the weapon rack. He let his mind wander, remembering the brief goodbyes that seems like distant memories. The consoling of his sisters, promising to Maria to bring her home something, the joking with friends, Aaron on the verge of tears, having to go through this a second time, with memories of Aaron's late brother creeping up. He remembered the promise that his friends made him, they they would get him sponsors, somehow.
Jordan, still stuck in his own thoughts, managed to run into Madi. He apologized as quickly as he could, picking her up off the ground.
"Wait," he said, pausing for a moment, "you're Dagger's little sister, right?"