[center][img]http://i128.photobucket.com/albums/p185/ladythang19/high%20res%20tarzan_zpsiosvscea.jpg[/img][/center][center][color=0076a3][h1]Darric Stone[/h1][/color][/center]
[hr][center] [color=fff200]Assignment[/color]: [color=00aeef]At the base [/color] [/center][hr]

Darric was in the basement hitting the bag so as not to hit one of his teammates in his frustration and anger. He was literally knocking the stuffing out of the bag. The sweat was running down the extremely well built man's chest and back as he had been down there for at least two hours. He heard only the slightest noise come from the staircase. 

Paige had been asleep when he left to go work off some of the rage. They were going back out tomorrow. He was going to kill Francis tomorrow. He would be ready for him. He would be calculated and cold and it was already a frame of mind for him at the moment. In his current state he didn't stop to look to see who was coming up behind him and he turned letting an uppercut fly towards the person sneaking up on him. They were all aware of how sneaking up on a fighter in training was likely to end so he knew they would be prepared. He didn't expect to turn and see Paige. Her arm went up out of instinct and she blocked his punch but she shrieked at the pain in her back from the sudden movement of the muscles that were injured.

Darric had pulled back at the last second so she only blocked a light punch. He reached over and grabbed her up in a hurry and set her on the couch carefully.

[color=0076a3]"What the hell are you doing in here? You are supposed to be sleeping. You need to heal."[/color] Darric softly scolded her.

Paige winced slightly. [color=f6989d]"Hey Tarzan, I already know what you are planning and I'm going with you. I want to see him die."[/color] Paige was obviously in quite a bit of pain and Darric picked her up and carefully carried her back to her bed and Mike gave her a stronger sedative.

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