Elite 2: The Wrong Side of Revolution by Joseph C. Anthony

slowly down to his chest, commanding each one of his muscles to contract as necessary. He then began to push the bar up and bring it back down again.
    The burning in his arms and chest were intense, but the act of pushing the bar up and bringing it back down again was rather easy. He had taken control of his body enough times by now that it was second nature. He quickly ran off ten reps before placing the bar back on the rack.
    He hopped up off the bench and looked over at Jordan, shaking his arms out as he smiled at her.
    She looked stunned. While Daniel was in excellent physical condition, like Demérs he did not appear bulky enough to be able to lift such extreme amounts of weight.
    If she only knew how much I could really lift, Daniel thought to himself.
    Jordan’s demeanor quickly changed however, as she chalked Daniel’s feat up to having little idea as to how much weight was truly incredible for a strong man to lift. She knew that she could come nowhere near to lifting that much weight, but she was a woman who was more concerned with toning than building muscle.
    What she did know for sure was that Daniel was stronger than Gordon, and for that she was truly impressed.
    Daniel then made his way over to the pull-up bar which hung in the front-right corner of the room. He jumped up onto it and began to pull his entire body up onto it until his arms were fully extended and his thighs were pressed up against the bar. He then began to bend at the waist and bring his knees up to his chest.
    This was something he had never actually attempted to do before, but it made for a fun challenge. He had to be absolutely precise with his muscle movements, feeling each one as it became engaged and telling them to extend or contract as necessary.
    Once he had his upper body inverted and his legs in front of him, he began to push his legs outward, forming an L-shape with his body.
    “I get it, you’re strong,” he heard Jordan say sardonically from over on the treadmill.
    As he began to lift his legs higher in an attempt to do a handstand, he suddenly felt his heels make contact with the ceiling which was far too low for him to extend completely.
    He heard an exasperated laugh come from Jordan and this caused him to lose focus. Suddenly he lost control and his entire body came swinging downward. His forward momentum carried him until his lower body crashed into the wall in front of him, causing Daniel to lose his grip on the bar and fall flat on his ass.
    Daniel let out an “Owww!” as he felt the impact on his tailbone.
    Jordan was now in a full belly laugh but continued her current pace on the treadmill as Daniel slowly picked himself up off the floor, laughing rather heartily himself.
    “Serves you right,” Jordan told him, now extremely short on breath from the combination of jogging and laughing.
    Daniel smiled and climbed up onto a second treadmill placed next to Jordan’s. Jordan’s skin glistened with sweat as she was now deep into her workout. She grabbed her towel that was draped over the front of her treadmill and Daniel watched as she wiped the sweat away from her face. There was something strangely attractive to him about a girl in the gym.
    He looked down at the controls for the treadmill. Whatever model it was, Daniel imagined it was high-end because it had a lot of different functions, half of which Daniel had no idea what they did.
    He reached forward and pressed the “Quick Start” button and immediately began pressing the up-arrow to increase his speed. Before long he found himself at a dead sprint.
    Jordan looked over and rolled her eyes at him.
    “You realize you’re being a total tool right now,” she pointed out to him.
    Daniel laughed and reached back down to the speed controls and pushed the “down-arrow.” She was exactly right. If he had seen someone acting the way he was at the gym he would have shaken his head and called them a douche.
    Before Norma, Daniel had dreamed of the day when he would