The second week of April 2013, the still air had dried up all the moisture in one of Austin's busy streets. A loud humming noise disturbed the already bustling city sounds as turbofan engines soared through the urban landscape.
The roaring sounds from the engines began to weaken as Vince's private AV landed on a reserved parking space.
The many corporate responsibilities drowning Future Tech executives had also weighed heavily upon a young man in his teens.
Vince Dalton then entered a large building and smelled sweat from the hard work the Fury Fighting Gym members dedicated to their craft.
[Training here once every day when I'm in town is the best escape from the piles of documents in my inbox.] Vince thought.
[Wherever I go, strangers treat me like a prince and shower me with praises. Though, It's the fame and money most of them desire.]
