David settled back on the seat, thinking over what he had been told. He would become like this man. Strong, capable, someone people could look up to.
They drove in silence, picking up speed as the hit the highway, leaving the city behind, leaving behind his revenge.
"So where are we going?" DAvid asked eventually.
"A training facility." The man didn't take his eyes off the road.
"Where is it?"
"Far away."
"Can you at least tell me your name?"
The man glanced at David briefly, "Hayes, commander Hayes."
"Who do you work for?" David sounded tired, more and more as if he didn't care.
"Officially, we work with the Marines."
David shrugged, the brief spark of life that was in his eyes was dimming again, he huddled back in his seat, withdrawing into himself. After a while he dozed off, the stress of the day getting the better of him.
Hayes looked over at his passanger. "Some wounds go to deep, but eventually they do scar over," he said to the silence.
~~~~~~
David found himself being shaken awake. He sat up abruptly and rubbed his eyes, he stepped out of the car into the painfully bright, dry desert morning. The wind whistled over the barren landscape, and all David could see was scrub brush and cacti aside from a small bunker like hut.
"Come this way David," Hayes lead him towards the bunker and out of the daylight. "This will be your home for the next year or so if you decide to stay." Hayes said as he swiped a security badge and an elevator opened. "Remember you can always leave before you sigh up with us officially."
"I have no where to go, no one to go to." David said at last as the elevator opened onto an empty hallway.
"Yes, but what we do is not for everyone."
"I will have my revenge eventually?"
"Yes you will, but when that point comes, you may decide not to exact your revenge. You may find that you have changed and that you no longer need revenge."
"I doubt it."
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