POV: Ethan ColeThe Advanced Combat Training Level Two hit different than the first level.It wasn't just techniques flooding my brain. It was everything. My perception shifted, and suddenly the world moved like honey, slow and clear. I could see every movement before it happened, read body language like a book, predict attacks three moves ahead.The six enforcers spread out in formation. Obviously they'd done this before, probably hundreds of times. Take down a target, secure the area, complete the objective.Their leader was mid-thirties, military buzzcut, scar on his left cheek. He squinted at me and recognition flashed across his face."That's him," he said to his team. "Ethan Cole. Morrison wants him alive."'Big mistake.'"You boys sure about that?" I asked. My voice came out calm, almost friendly.The leader pulled out zip ties instead of his gun. "Don't make this harder than it needs to be. We just want to talk."Right. Talk. That's why they brought six armed men to burn evide