Meko took in the area as they walked. Stumbling from time to time. He decided he needed to hop from foot to foot to regain his balance completely. So he began to do that while walking. Bouncing from one foot to the next while mixing it with striding forth. His ankles were aching. He was certain he was going to be barely able to move when they were done with training. He noted that metal turned to ground with wooden support beams. THis was a really cool secret tunnel passageway thing. He noted how skillfully the two had been worked together. Whoever had build this had been quite skilled and had known what he was doing. He soon was able to walk with minimal amount of stumbling. By the time they reached two large wooden doors.<br/><br/>All the extra energy gone? Hah...he still had the extra energy. It was just more difficult to use it when you felt like your limbs were attached to bricks. That extra energy was what was going to give him the needed energy to make it through this training. Through having foreign additional weight to his limbs. His arms felt heavy and he wasnâ€™t sure how good heâ€™d be able to evade. He was struggling with walking. He wouldnâ€™t be able to move nimbly and dodge easily. He could barely move anywhere near his normal speed. He winced but was determined to be able to walk with these weights like he could without them. Like he would if he was not weighed down with these weights.<br/><br/>He blinked out of his thoughts as with a massive shove the wooden doors crashed down upon the ground. Wait! Down?! He stared in surprise. That was definitely a strange set of doors. He was soon barraged with all sorts of sounds. Scents as well but his extremely good hearing picked up sounds that were up to a mile away. Mixing fae hearing with wolf hearing and you got one extremely high frequency hearing level. He didnâ€™t like it. Sounds like dog whistles hurt like hell for example. In his time he had never seen this hearing level as a good thing. Perhaps he would come to a different conclusion and feeling about it in this new time he was trapped in.<br/><br/>He focused in on Taylor as he looked around. Then listened as he explained the purpose of the torture devices. He felt like a slug. Or like he was trying to run through a thick body of water. The force of the figurative water pushed him back and slowed him down. He frowned. The man made a good point but he still hated them. It might just be the teenager in him but he hated these weights. â€œI feel like a turtle. It is hard to walk.â€ He said with a huff. â€œFine though. Iâ€™ll wear these torture devices. What extra weight though?â€ He asked. He had a lot of questions but it wasnâ€™t like this was common territory for him. This was all new uncharted grounds for him.<br/><br/>He sighed a bit. He forced himself to hop from one foot to the next. He felt like he was tightly coiling up inside to explode from all his pent up energy. He sighed and stopped as he looked around. â€œGuess that makes sense though...if I can move like I normally do with these torture devices then by default Iâ€™ll be loads faster without them. Doesnâ€™t mean I like this idea.â€ he said seriously. He blinked and followed with a quick stumble when he realized the man was on the move into the woods again. He kept up with him a best he could.<br/><br/>His gaze moving around the area they just got into. Was that a house up in those tree limbs? He looked back to Taylor to see what he was doing now. He was not out of shape but he had a feeling he was going to be beyond quite tired before this training day was even half over. He heard Taylor call him over and began to pick up the human like targets. He nodded his head. â€œOkay Captain.â€ He said. He began to set up the targets in plain sight. The wooden targets plus the weights he might as well have been lugging boulders around. His arms ached when he was done. He rubbed his arms then stood back. Frowning a bit. â€œUgh...â€ he said. Like a teenager voicing his disliking of this situation. He shook his head and looked at Taylor. â€œNow what Captain?â€ he asked. He was slowly breathing normal again. He stretched and moved. He had the energy but his body was not used to this extra weight. In all honesty it sucked.<br/><br/>Yet he wanted to get stronger so that he would be a great ally and not a burden. â€œI am ready for the next step.â€ He said.<br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~`<br/><br/>Frank was called into a meeting with the woman known as Madam Director. He had been planting seeds in her mind subtly for hours and a night. So he was certain it would not take much to convince her to send Xander. He could not afford to fail again. He was lucky the man gave him a second chance. Everyone knew the one they called Phantom who was known by several lother names did not give second chances. He listened to the mentioning of sending in a group. â€œI veto that suggestion. I have a better idea.â€ He called out to silence all the votes for it. â€œWe send in a group of our men they will die. He is trained to kill them. They are nowhere up to his par.â€ When Madam Director looked at him. â€œI vote we send a killer after a killer. I think we should send in Ohanzee. He is the only one skilled and lethal enough to go after Taylor and that boy.â€ He said. He kept stating facts that eventually won the woman over. Every soon voted for it as well. Inside he was praising heaven she agreed to it. However the woman quickly added if this failed then his life would end quite swiftly. â€œYes maâ€™am. I am certain it is the smartest and wisest plan and move we could do. I will send the message now.â€ When everyone was dismissed he sent Xander the job informing him of the mission and telling him it was Madam Directorâ€™s orders and that she had offered a large reward for the death of Taylor and captor or death of the mysterious boy. He was sweating bullets after sending it. He would actually prefer Madam Directorâ€™s death to Phantoms. Now he could only wait for the wheels to spin into motion.