The rising sun cast slanted shadows as Vixen entered the Syndicates' underground training compound. Concrete walls enclosed an obstacle course designed to push Matriarchs to their physical limits.
Vixen began her morning ritual at the shooting range, emptying round after round into human silhouette targets. The deafening gunshots echoed around her as she expertly clustered the kill shots in the chest and head.
Moving on, she came to a 12-foot high wall and backed up to get a running start. With powerful legs, Vixen launched herself upward, fingers clawing for purchase as she hauled herself up and over.
30 yards of barbed wire lay ahead. Vixen gritted her teeth and dove forward, commando crawling on her elbows through the muddy slurry beneath the razor sharp barbs. They snagged her clothing and sliced her flesh, but she persisted.
