51 QUEEN’S WIT

It had been three hours since Rex first felt excited to participate in the hellish classroom chess match mixed with a team based endurance exercise. He must've shown his excitement too well since he now had three hellzone species encyclopedias stacked on his back.

Three hours of weighted planks.

They started at fifteen-hundred hours. Last time Rex checked, it was fifteen minutes past eighteen-hundred hours.

Classes only lasted two hours at most. And never went above one hundred and ten degrees. Until now.

The clock told them it was time for chow. He didn't know if the sun said otherwise because inside The Box there were few windows.

Rex's stomach was a hand gripping his spine.

His anterior deltoids, chest, abdominals and quads were sections of fire beneath his skin. He could quite literally feel the muscle fibers tea—

"Ohhhhh no no no…." Sgt. Atheno clicked his teeth and squatted down beside Trish at the top left corner of the room.