The heavy bag is beaten worse than Brazil in the World Cup. Gus stops when his hands are comfortably numb and the tape is battered and torn. It was apparent that whatever the Deltans filled their bags with, it was neither cloth, foam nor sand; knowing them, he concludes it was most likely a pile of oversized beetles. He takes a moment to retape his hands, taking a drink from an opaque bottle and observing the gym. As morning was now in its more populated stage, a few newcomers had shuffled into the gym, some looking more asleep than awake. His eyes drift to a TV playing a news reel with a rather attractive anchor. Unfortunately, the subtitles are in Kintharian.
Eventually, Gus stands and retakes his spot in front of the heavy bag. He checks his watch briefly before getting back to it.