He woke up with a terrible headache due to a lack of sleep. He waited for Dana to call him but she didn't! He fell asleep around four in the morning waiting for the call that didn't come.
Now he was barely keeping up from running the remaining lap he has to do today. He felt like throwing up.
It's a good thing that Mr. Wan was so busy meeting people in the CTF industry for their incoming joint training with some other teams to watch over their morning run. If he was here, Grand knew that he would be chewed up. He yawned and tried to sprint the distance to the finish line where most of the members were sprawled on the green grass - all dead from that twenty laps.
Mr. Wan would force them to run every morning, rain or shine to keep them fit. For according to him playing in front of the computer the whole day wasn't good for their health. They simply called it being killed first thing in the morning.
