"Then now that we have that done, we are going to jog around the block." Cara was not going to let everyone off without getting an idea for a new jogging path. It was a very real possibility that they were going to move in here and if they did that meant that she would need a new work out spot and jogging path.
"But we could keep exploring the mansion and decide on our rooms and stuff." Art was very against leaving and jogging. In his mind, he was already planning their time in the mansions and how they would move it.
"No, I think I'm with Cara on this. If we rely on the workout room too much we will get lazy. We need to keep our usual routine and then add to it. If we stay here and focus too much on things then it will become our new normal. We will forget what we worked for." The point that Asher made was clear. He didn't want them to lose the high drive to improve. The moment that they didn't come at their goals with the same energy was the moment that they were no longer going to reach their goals.
"Fine. Fine. But I get to cook dinner tonight and we are having chicken parmesan." Art had favorite dishes and this was one of them. If he wasn't allowed to stay and keep exploring the mansion that they had yet to buy, then he was getting the food he wanted.
"I'm not arguing with that. Now let's go." The only one that seemed to hang back was Laura. However, she had explored more of the mansion while everyone was distracted with other things about their jog. Plus, she was the only one that would be able to catch up to them in a short time which meant that no one was going to wait up for her. They knew the speed that she was capable of.
Her move was to scout out her won room before they left. She knew that the security system would be improved and changed by Art later and that she had free reign for a while. Therefore, she rushed herself back down to the gym. She had seen a very high functioning treadmill that she knew was made for speed and sprinting training.
The main reason why thin interested her was simple. Laura had never had the chance to sprint at her full speed in a straight line without hitting something, someone, or running out of room in general. Now she would have the perfect tool that would show her true speed and let her know just how fast her body could go at the moment.
Before everyone was even out the door the elevator was going back down. It was still a wonder how the previous owner had managed to build such an elaborate and perfect for training place. This mansion was almost made for the group as they were now. There were plenty of imperfections for them but it was so minuscule that none of it mattered. They would have a safe place to train, grow, and learn. When push came to shove, it was more than most people would have in their lives.
The speed that Laura started with was slow to her. For anyone else, it would be a jog. Her body had been so used to being forced to slow down that the feeling of moving faster and faster actually felt unnatural. Normally Laura tried her best to completely conserve energy and move at a speed that was safer for her and everyone else. But this time it didn't matter. She was able to speed up faster and faster.
Before long she had reached a speed that no one in the group could match with their sprint. Not even Jane with her burst of strength that she had honed for sudden moves would be able to match. Laura decided right than to push herself to the limit.
Her metabolism and body were always moving much faster than others. In some sense, she was comparable to a humming bird. She moved and functioned fast at the requirement that her calorie intake is much higher than any one person. But that also meant that she was able to push through things and heal faster. The doctors had said that she wouldn't be at any risk for a shorter lifespan and that she may even have a longer one. This was because her body was faster to remove diseases and other dangers that would require a body to move efficiently to eliminate.
Laura could catch a cold and work through it in just a day where someone else would be affected by it for three days. But that would also mean that Laura felt the entire world around her was a bit too slow. This was especially true when she worked on improving her mental status. She needed to get her mind to the level at which she was able to perceive her body's speedy movement.
The treadmill began to groan under her speed and :aura realized that she had more than let loopse. She had pushed her body to the point at which she was sweating like crazy and had needed to jump off. The speed on the screen was still flashing and Laura didn't see any notification popping up soo. "Fine, I will go catch up with them."
Seeing that she wasn't getting a result she decided that it was broken. Ten minutes after Laura left the machine had finally calculated the speed. But Lara was long gone and the treadmill was finally slowing down to a stop. The speed she had run at made the treadmill believe that she had just been slowing her pace down.
Later in the day, each group member had told their parents what the plan was and sent the portfolio of three mansion to their parents. They were all able to have a conversation about moving there and the benefits. Art had even recommended sharing the security ideas and plans that were going to be put in place. There were many groups that were on the rise when it came to security. But there was one that stood out above all others.
There was a student that they had met in their modern technology class session whose father and mother were technomancer super power users. Of course that meant that they were a perfect first for any machines. They had developed some amazing security software that not even they could change and manipulate. It was set up with the security already existing and new security. If anything happened then they would be more than safe. It was a simple addition that made all of their parents more open.
The group had already decided not to rely on hero corp for their security. Something just felt off about it and Art's parents and brother had already been given a substantial amount of additional money due to the attack that had happened on them due to their research. Hero corp was responsible for all safety and they were obligated to own up for what had happened which did make Art's parents a little happier even though it did not fix much.
"Art, best meal in a long time. You need to teach me that one." Jane had stopped over for dinner but everyone else went home to speak to their parents first. Jane didn't think her parents would deny it but she did have some major worries about her father meeting Asher since she had been avoiding it. But she made the mistake of thinking about it.
"Hey, we should have dinner at your house next time. I wouldn't mind meeting your dad and saying hello to your mom again. I feel bad that you always have to come here." On one hand, Jane was glad that Asher was being considerate. It was a little bit of a chore to walk all the way home after they ate or just end up sleeping there in Cara's room. But on the other hand, Jane was sure that if she brought Asher home she would have to deal with her father. It wasn't that he was evil or mean, but she was an only child and her father was protective in a cliche and annoying way.
The moral suggestion was too much. She couldn't turn him down since it would make it look like she didn't want him to come over ever. "Sure thing. But I doubt we could top this kind of meal."
"Thanks. I really like the feedback. How about I go and write it down for you."
"Oh, I will show you where the note paper is." Cara and Art both found excuses to leave the room while Jane and Asher spoke through this. They did not want to become part of this since they knew that Asher would most likely find the chance to walk Jane home. But in the end, Jane had become trapped in her head trying to think of how she would make this all go smoothly.. She was back home and hugging Asher goodbye before she knew it.
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