The sun filtered dimly onto the prison yard. Ethan was doing sets of rudimentary weightlifting alongside his lieutenants while other inmates played and shouted on the periphery.
"These holidays have been fun and relaxing," Ethan said, easily lifting a weight.
"I agree, Boss," responded Jason, who was practicing a new striking pattern. "I've made good progress in my fighting style. I bet I could win the world championship now."
"What do you guys think?" Ethan asked, looking at the other members working out under the watchful eyes of José and Antonio. "Do you feel stronger? More vigorous?"
"Of course, Boss," replied Antonio, narrowly beating José to the response. "I feel stronger than ever."
"Glad to hear it. Training is the only way to survive this," Ethan said.
On one side of the yard, several gangs were staring at them, but no one dared to approach. Over the past few weeks, they had learned the hard way what it meant to mess with the "King of the Prison."
