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Could you clarify what you actually need? Are you:

Now, Vance sits in his empty clinic. The Thunderdome is dark. On the desk is a single sheet of paper—a handwritten letter from Kaelen, delivered this morning. It says: Rage Trainer Fling

The dummy, a sturdy construct of straw and wood, shudders under the impact. The Fling's fury is released in a maelstrom of colorful lights, a whirlwind of auras that dance across the dummy's surface. The air reverberates with the force of the Fling, leaving behind an afterimage that seems to seethe and twist. Could you clarify what you actually need

They kissed against the biofeedback monitors. The fling lasted three weeks—furious, secret, glorious. Vance told himself it was research. Kaelen told himself it was healing. They met in Vance’s apartment, never the clinic, and talked in code: “How’s your aggression threshold?” meant Are you free tonight? “We need to re-calibrate your somatic markers” meant Stay until morning. On the desk is a single sheet of

: Shoot without ever running out of bullets or needing to stop.