“Weapons?” Cody asks when the doors close.

            “Glock 9mm and two short-bladed tonfas.” Peter says as the elevator slowly begins its decent 13 floors below Guardian Tower.

            “How do you wanna do this? Separate them into groups and have them spar against each other?”

            “Actually I think we should divide them into four groups, have me, you, Keith, and Robert spar against us one at a time, we select the ones we want in our departments, taking into consideration where they think they’ll be best suited, then split the remaining again, lather, rinse repeat.”

            “I like that. Are Robert and Keith in the Tower?” Cody asks, leaning against the back wall.

            “…No…Robert and Keith are looking into that tip about the new Hunters HQ…They should be back tomorrow.”

            “This SUCKS!” Cody yells, sinking his fist into the soft metal of the elevator wall.

            Peter stands in silence for a second, he then pushes the stop button and the elevator comes to a grinding halt. “You remember the other night when I told you that you need to get laid? Well, I was entirely joking. You need a break, take a few days to get your head back in the game.”

            Cody puts his forehead against the wall and closes his eyes, “Okay…just let me give my little speech. And then you and I will tear up the town.”