Sonya noticed the change almost that morning, when she noticed she no longer had the tattoos were gone. Clary said they'd faded over time, but they also left silvery scars-and she didn't have those either. She didn't fully trust herself to really test it out until Cassie was at the babysitter: if she'd backfired in any way, she rather it be herself as the only causality.
Once she was safe, Sonya first tested out the side arm she bought early on, breathing a sigh of relief when the motions came like breathing and she didn't drop any of the parts. Dealing in weapons felt no different than moving an arm or leg, but the past few days she swore it was like being an awkward klutz of a teenager all over again.
Satisfied she wasn't about to blow her own head off, she headed to the obstacle course to make sure it stayed that way. Since finding it a few weeks ago, she made it a habit of going atleast once a week. She needed to keep her skills sharp, and that meant challenging herself beyond what she could do at the gym and gun range.
The obstacle course also had the added benefits of targets along each stop as well as ziplining-about as close to black ops training as she found here.
She was a good ten minutes away from the first marker when she spotted someone up a head. A closer look showed bits of grime on the woman's clothing and perspiration-clearly she'd already had her turn.