The Sector 9 facility was in one of Windhoek's industrial districts, a converted warehouse that looked abandoned from the outside but the security scanner at the door suggested otherwise.
Rin arrived at 0555, early enough to scope the place out, the building had reinforced walls, soundproofing, the kind of setup that screamed "private training ground for people who break things."
Fiona was already inside when he entered, she stood in the center of an empty combat arena, wearing simple workout clothes, her expression neutral.
"You're early," she said. "Good, I hate waiting."
The arena was maybe a hundred feet across, padded floors, walls lined with impact-resistant material, no windows, just overhead lights that cast everything in harsh white.
"So what's this about?" Rin asked. "You said training but didn't specify what kind."
