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paranormals arrived at a truce, he had fought and killed
vampires in the turf war between vamps and weres. There was a lot of
blood on his hands.
    Lucas's claws sliced out unconsciously. Lucas was old
and powerful enough to control every aspect of his wolf, so that he
could draw upon his wolf prowess while in human form. His claws were
usually his first weapon to be unsheathed when faced with danger or
pain. It was like a reflex, his body's instinctive defensive
mechanism kicking in to enable him to fight and survive. Lucas
curled his fingers under the table and forced his claws to retract.
There was no danger here. He breathed in deeply and suppressed a
growl. He had been experiencing this ache in his chest for some
time, but it was becoming more acute and frequent. Perhaps he was
coming down with something. Or—perhaps he should get his heart
checked. There had been reports of paranormals collapsing from heart
attacks. Unheard of in the past, but with their increasingly
sedentary lifestyles and high cholesterol diets, many paranormals
were succumbing to diseases which used to plague only humans. It was
inevitable in a way. Living side by side with humans, the
paranormals gradually adopted the same city lifestyles and diets as
their human neighbors. They watched the same television programs,
were bombarded with the same advertisements for junk food, and the
vampires even had to drink that high cholesterol human blood for
sustenance. Hi-fat blood was the only thing on the menu in most
blood bars these days. And most civilian shifters tended to shift
into their animals forms even less frequently than the recommended
three times a week, for at least twenty minutes each time. It was no
wonder that the healers were reporting that the number of paranormals
suffering from high blood pressure and diabetes was going up at an
alarming rate.
    He rubbed his chest, hoping that he wasn't having a
silent heart attack, and made a mental note to start a health program
for paranormals. His gaze swept round the table and stopped at
Blake. An image of a huge grizzly bear in leotards and sweatbands
leading an aerobics class for overweight paranormals flashed before
his eyes.
    Lucas pressed his knuckles to his mouth and adopted the
thinking man pose in order to hide his smile. He got his man.
    Enough of the distraction.
    He was about to let the PAC know what the Enforcer
trainees were made to go through for their advanced training before
they were assessed at their Final test. He knew that the training
regime that he and Jett had designed was tough as hell, and he was
quietly proud of the trainees who had made it through.
    Lucas pushed his chair back and started to pace round
the table.
    “ To test them,” he said, walking and talking
at a steady pace. “The trainees are pitted against their
trainers. But you can say that it's not exactly a fair fight. While
their trainers can fight using any method and weapon of their choice,
the trainees are shackled. They have to fight with one arm locked
behind their back, and one leg shackled to a weight. Sometimes they
are blindfolded as well. Almost all the trainees are beaten bloody
by the end of the fight, but they are not allowed to stop. They are
only let out of the ring when they have succeeded in striking the
target points on their trainer's body. The target points are the red
dots on the trainer's protective and monitoring gear. These are over
the trainer's heart and neck. That's how you kill rogues. Stab them
in the heart, or take off their heads. With their physical
capabilities severely curtained and compromised, the trainees will
have to use stealth and strategy to hit their targets. It is not
easy, I assure you, and only the best make it out of the ring.”
    As Lucas resumed his seat, Keagan leaned forward and
said, “So if they clear the advanced level, they graduate as
rookie Enforcers. But that's not the end, right? There's a Final
test.”
    Lucas looked at the dragon shifter and