No One Does it Better || Pooch

[joshuafenn]

... holy shit.

Seriously! It'd been a perfectly nice day and Joshua had been just finishing up at his bookstore, packing away a copy of A Song of Ice and Fire for a customer when he randomly got a call with some angry-sounding guy (presumably his Enforcers mentor, some guy named Pooch, whatever kind of weird-ass name that was) yelling at him to be at the Lex Coercitor Compound training facility within 5 minutes, or his head would roll. And Joshua, obviously enjoying his head being where it was, had dropped everything (thank God for employees) and told them to lock up when they were done before rushing off. What the heck, man.

Somehow, if Joshua had known that joining the Enforcers as a trainee was going to be less Starfleet and more get-your-ass-here-in-5-minutes-or-there-will-be-consequences, he might've thought twice about joining. But then again, maybe not-- and it wasn't like Joshua couldn't handle running from his shop to the compound. It wasn't that far away anyway, and so Joshua managed to make it in a happy (holy shit thank God kind of relieved-happy) 4 minutes. It was a very good thing that he'd decided to focus more on his speed when training with his pack. Gosh, he hadn't even told his pack that he'd joined the Enforcers as a trainee yet-- he was kind of scared that maybe some of them might laugh, seeing as to how he was 80 and the others were, like, 18. But regardless, he was pretty happy that he was an Enforcer trainee (although he was quite sure that he'd be rueing the day he decided to become a trainee soon enough) and it seemed like it was going to be... fun.

Torturous but fun, from what he could tell from his mentor's yelling. It kind of seemed like his mentor was the type who would have a perpetual stick up his ass, shoved up there by the war but was never removed. Figuring that his mentor wasn't going have the patience to let him stretch before subjecting him to hell exercises, Joshua stripped off his plaid shirt, revealing the well-loved, sinfully soft and absolute favourite Lord of the Rings t-shirt that he was wearing underneath. Although it wasn't exactly Joshua's first choice to be wearing for exercise, it would have to do. He then tied his shoelaces extra tight (to make sure that they wouldn't come off in case his mentor made him do something stupid, like... suicides, or something) and started stretching.

Joshua glanced down at his watch—ah, so it'd been 5 minutes already. Joshua kind of wasn't looking forward to getting murdered by his evil mentor, no matter how much the mentor might be subjecting him to torture "for his own good". He already got enough of that crap when he was still being trained by the pack (not that he wasn't getting trained by the pack anymore, but that now it was more of a... pack training together thing than anything else) and although Joshua couldn't deny that it helped a lot in increasing his physical fitness, Joshua could go 10 more lifetimes without doing that again. Plus, after the war, Joshua had pretty much let himself slack off a lot, spending most of the pack training time play-fighting or watching Ariella learn better control of her wolf than actual training. Oops? But he was lazy, and the rest of the pack did the exact same thing—which was a big reason why none of the Fenn pack actually wanted another war. Now it seemed like Joshua was going to be forced to get back in shape, what with his new status as an Enforcer trainee and his Peter Hale-psycho mentor. Except that he wasn't psycho in a Peter Hale way... maybe Joshua would give him Saul Tigh from Battlestar Galactica. Although Col. Tigh actually seemed less crazy and douchebaggy than this guy.

Ugh, why did Joshua decide to join this again? This was going to be hell. Groaning to himself, Joshua finished his stretches and looked around to see if his mentor was going to come soon. This was seriously just going to be hell.