"Wasn't my fault," Angus shrugged.
"The real story is that he got carried away and took all of them out by himself," Marcus laughed.
"I've never seen one fighter completely take out a whole squad of dummies," Sergio laughed.
"Is that really what he does now when he's unleashed?" Ana asked.
"Nah," Marcus said.
"Oh, thank goodness," Ana said.
"No, that was a little tame for him," Marcus laughed.
"Cabbage," Ana scowled at Angus.
"Varza Murata," Angus teased her.
"She calls him cabbage, and he calls her sauerkraut," Sergio shook his head. "Some things never change, and that's always followed by..." Sergio began, and Angus kissed Ana on the forehead to show it was all in fun, with no hard feelings. Ana laughed. "...that," Sergio laughed. "They act like siblings."
"What the hell did you juvenile delinquents do?" Robert arrived, in jeans and a white western style shirt.
"Did you or did you not want us to prove we could take them?" Angus asked.
"I did not mean for you to blow them up before I had fully paid for them," Robert scowled.
"But just think how efficient that makes me on missions," Angus said.
"If you're going against training dummies, yes," Robert sighed. "Clean this mess up, would you?"
"Doesn't he have to pay for them?" Marcus asked.
"Would do no good. He wouldn't learn a damned thing. He'd write a check and that would be that," Robert sighed. "I'll get him, in my own way, when I'm damned good and ready. Just remember, Angus, paybacks are hell." He turned and walked back to the house.
"What do you suppose he's going to do?" Ana asked.
"No idea," Angus said. "He'll get over it in a day or two."
"It was a good workout, all the same," Sergio said. "Jack, can we help clean up the mess?"