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shiver.
    “How old were you at the time?” John asked, his color going a couple of shades paler.
    “I was two.”
    “How can you remember that? You were so young.”
    Gregg gave another shiver. “There are some things that you don’t forget, no matter how young you were at the time.”

Chapter Four
     
     
    John didn’t know what he wanted to look at more, the impressive building or Gregg. Both of them were amazing in their own way. Whereas the feline headquarters was stunning with all the technology, Gregg was a fine piece of work himself. When Mitchell had paired John up with Gregg, John felt like he’d won the lottery. Finally, something had gone his way.
    He had at least a week with Gregg, too, which would be plenty of time to woo him. That was provided Gregg was gay. Going by the way Gregg kept glancing over and giving John longing gazes, he was. Either that or he was very interested in John’s uniform, but John was willing to bet it was the former and not the latter.
    “So is there some place where you guys train?” John asked.
    “Why do you want to know? Are you thinking of joining our ranks?” Gregg asked.
    John gave a shrug. “I’ve been a soldier for so many years. Why change now?”
    Gregg smiled. “Cool, follow me, and I’ll show you the training facilities.”
    John walked with Gregg, purposely staying a step behind so he could check out Gregg’s ass. Damn it, but it should be a sin to have an ass that fine. It made John want to take a great big bite out of it.
    After several turns and the length of several hallways…damn but the place was huge…they finally made it to the training facility. When John got a gander of the setup and all the equipment at their disposal, it was all he could do not to drool. The felines had everything a soldier in training could want and then some.
    One corner was set off for sparring, there were blades and a plethora of other weapons strapped to the wall. Another side of the gym had a huge obstacle course. It looked harder than hell, but John still couldn’t wait to tackle it, even as he watched a soldier fall off and take a hard hit to the noggin.
    Gregg motioned with his hand toward a doorway. “The shooting range is this way.”
    A shooting range! Now they were really talking. If John were just a tad dorkier, he would be jumping in excitement. One of his favorite activities of all time was firing a gun. The bigger, the better. And no, it wasn’t because he had a little dick complex, thank you very much.
    They walked inside, and John’s mouth parted in shock when he saw how large it was. There were several shooting stalls. What got him the most of all was that the targets were all in the shapes of birds.
    “Doesn’t that bother you?” John asked.
    Gregg’s brows furrowed. “What?”
    “Well, you’re a Hawk, and everybody is shooting at birds,” John said, thinking it was pretty obvious.
    Gregg gave a half-shrug. “I guess it did at first, but since it’s supposed to be Ravens, I got over it quickly. After all, I hate Ravens just as much as the next guy and would like to see the world wiped free of them. That is, except for Dulla and Chance, they’re the only Ravens I’ve met that were actually decent. They even live at the coalition with us and fight for our side.”
    John held up a hand, it was all too much to take in at once. “Can we take a break from the tour and do some shooting? My brain is going into overload.”
    Gregg nipped at his bottom lip for a moment, before he nodded. “I don’t think Mitchell will mind. He didn’t say anything about not allowing you to handle firearms, so it should be okay. Let’s go to the armory and pick our weapons.”
    They each grabbed a Glock and some protective gear, then found an empty stall.
    “Since you’re the newcomer, I’ll let you go first,” Gregg said as he put on his orange-tinted glasses.
    John donned his gear and then took aim at the target. Squeezing off several shots, he was pleased