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There were some things that never got old... some things that a guy knew he could fall back on no matter what. Mace liked those things. He liked knowing that he and Capa were going to fight pretty much every day. Might've sounded weird to somebody else - and he was pretty damn sure Searle would've medicated him if he'd known - but it worked for Mace. He also liked knowing he could go up to that spot on the side of the mountain whenever he felt like he needed to get away from the fighting. Gus' hut was there on the beach with that hunk of walking breakfast waddling everywhere if Capa decided to really be a bitch.
But the thing that Mace inevitably ended up doing more than anything else here on the island - except, maybe, looking at the sun - was push-ups. They'd been a consistency in his life since almost before he could remember. He'd watched his dad do them when he was growing up and they'd been the one thing he could do pretty much anywhere to relieve stress. Even Capa-induced-stress couldn't stand up to 200 push-ups.
Which was why, if someone walked into the Hub, they'd have seen the steady rise and fall of his shoulders and back somewhere to the left of the door. Up, down - up, down. Over and over again, silent as he counted in his head.
But the thing that Mace inevitably ended up doing more than anything else here on the island - except, maybe, looking at the sun - was push-ups. They'd been a consistency in his life since almost before he could remember. He'd watched his dad do them when he was growing up and they'd been the one thing he could do pretty much anywhere to relieve stress. Even Capa-induced-stress couldn't stand up to 200 push-ups.
Which was why, if someone walked into the Hub, they'd have seen the steady rise and fall of his shoulders and back somewhere to the left of the door. Up, down - up, down. Over and over again, silent as he counted in his head.