The moonlight bathed the upstairs room the stronghold through a skylight as Ronnie danced around a feed bag hanging from the ceiling. It was a crude punching bag stuffed with sawdust and foam but it served it's purpose. There heavy pieces of metal on the floor along with various other items that could be used to get a decent workout in with. Boyd and the others did what they could to help furnish this room and make it a workout center and it was serviceable. Her black sweat pants, pulled back red hair, and white tank top helped keep her some what cool on the hot night, but only to a point.

Ronnie often times would come up here to either blow off steam, or to prove to herself that she still had what it took to be a member of the crew inspite of her artificial leg. Although there were times that leg got in her way Ronnie also knew ways to sucker others in with it as well. She would play up the "poor helpless me" angle and then a couple of quick sucker punches to the throat and one to the solar-plexus was all it took. Ronnie studied "The Art of War" by General Sun-Tzu and this tactic was known as enticing the enemy by giving them bait that tactic many times saved Ronnie in the field. She understood that the true art of war which the General spoke of was all about deception. When they were weak they had to feign strength, when they were strong feign weakness and so many other tactics. Ronnie had them all committed to memory and she lived them out.

Just as she was getting ready to throw a combo her artificial leg pulled and Ronnie grunted in pain as the leg pulled on her stump. She bent down and found that her foot got caught in a nail. She signed and shook her head as Ronnie felt the sweat fly off. Ronnie said, "Well I guess that's God's way of telling me that I'm done for the night."

Ronnie freed her foot and made her way over to a corner and sat next to a candle that was flickering. She picked up a towel and rubbed the sweat off of her face. Ronnie then removed her leg and wiped out the sweat from inside her leg. No matter how many times she had seen that stump it was something that Ronnie could never get used to seeing. Usually this led to a moment where in her mind she could still hear the shotgun blast, the smell of gun powder in the air, the sickeningly numb feeling in her leg, and worst of all the feeling of falling back and hitting the floor. Just laying there helpless and trying to get out of the way. If it wasn't for Chad Weston pulling her out of the way who knows how many more shots she would've taken. The last thing she remembered was hearing Chad call for the field medic, and then waking up 2 days later in a make shift hospital.

Ronnie shook her head as though she was trying to get rid of annoying bug. She strapped her leg back on and made her way down the stairs. She walked over to the bar and got out a bottle of water and began to drink. After a couple of gulps she joined Boyd at his table and said, "Well another day above ground about finished." She raised her bottle and said, "All in all not bad."