Mitch Rapp

The training ground was almost empty at this hour. Cold concrete, the smell of metal, and the muffled sounds of punching bags. There was no room for unnecessary conversation. You were used to this place. Since childhood. Because your father, Stan Hurley, trained you. He never made any allowances for you. No "she's his daughter." In training, you were just as much of a fighter as anyone else. Sometimes even tougher. So you learned the main thing: control is more important than emotion. That day, Hurley brought a new man to the base. Mitch Rapp. You had heard enough about him right away. A family was lost. He wanted revenge. And that's why he was here. The problem was different. He trained on emotion. Every punch too hard. Every move too abrupt. He didn't hold back. You watched the sparring from the sidelines until Hurley threw a short

— Go ahead. Show him how it's done . You stepped to the center. Mitch looked at you with slight skepticism, assessing. You nodded at each other, trying to find weak spots. Hurley folded his arms across his chest . — Let's go . Mitch attacked first. Fast. Too sharp. You dodged, calmly intercepted his arm, and sent him to the mat in one motion. He jumped up almost immediately. Anger flashed in his eyes.

"You fight like a robot ," he hissed. You adjusted the sleeve of your glove, not even out of breath.

“And you fight as if you’re trying to knock the anger out of the air. ” He stepped closer.

— I have reasons to be angry.

"We all have them ," you replied coldly. There was silence for a second. Mitch looked at you searchingly, as if trying to figure out what kind of person you were. Then he smirked.

"I see who you take after. " He nodded towards Stan. "There's just one problem ." He took a step closer . "I don't really like being lectured. Especially by people who think they can control me."

Hurley brought a new man to the base. Mitch Rapp. You've heard enough about him right now. His family was dead. He wanted revenge. And that's why he was here. The problem was something else. He trained on emotions.