"Today, we're not going to train."
The words left Blake's mouth the moment the final bell rang.
For the first time in two weeks, they weren't automatically walking toward the bus stop that led to Myles' house. The routine had become so ingrained that Blake almost found it strange to be the one interrupting it.
Beside him, Myles glanced over.
"Why?"
Blake shrugged, adjusting the strap of his backpack.
"I'm just not in the mood to train today."
That wasn't exactly a lie.
His body wasn't exhausted anymore, not after two weeks of conditioning, but mentally...
Tonight was the infiltration.
He didn't want to spend the afternoon getting punched, thrown onto mats, or exhausting every muscle in his body before sneaking into a secret facility.
He needed to stay fresh.
Still, he couldn't exactly say that.
"So," Blake continued casually, "I figured we'd do something else instead."
Myles waited.
