Kevlar got up off the kitchen cabinet that she had been sitting on, "ouch, god fucking dammit." Her leg had a large cut going down it and it hurt to move on it at the moment. She set down the needle and thread that she had been using to sew it up. "Who the hell is calling me?"
She picked up the home phone and answered it, "yes?" She had said it a little to forcefully but she was in no mood for small chit chat.
"Hello, Kevlar? It's Morgana, I need a favor."
She rolled her eyes, "what is it? Because I am not going back down to the border again for you. It is swarmed with soldiers, it would be a suicide mission."
"No, no, its something else. I got this kid that needs to be sorta toughened up a bit. You are the best person for the job I believe."
Kevlar scratched the top of her head, "uh sure, yeah I ain't got anything going on right now. You can come drop him off anytime."
"Oh good because he is already here. Thanks again Kev." The phone line went dead and then there was a knock on the door.