((Bit confused about Scar's post...I'll just ignore it until I get some more information.))
Shayla briefly considered the options that were presented before her...calisthenics or Hand-to-Hand combat with a Russian special forces solder...Such a difficult choice...
"Lets do some Hand to Hand. I'll show you some of the new moves Mom has taught me while you've been sitting behind your desk."
Shayla grinned as she dropped into a combat stance.
Atrianna's hummer pulled into the driveway and pulled to a stop directly in front of the door.
"I can't get in the garage anymore...The turrents don't fit that well in the garage anymore and people get angry if the guns point out toward the road."