Out of all the clones from Project Leda and Castor, it had to be Sarah who got soul bonded. Not to just any man, no, it had to be Brock. A man who was as good with his killing technique as he was in the sack. Then again, that was Sarah's biases talking. After their first time together, nothing else could compare. No one else could compare after Brock, as much as Sarah hated to admit it. And their time afterwards was spent in interesting ways that always left her wanting more. Sarah didn't know if that's what bothered her; wanting him before, after and feeling at times like she needed him. As though she needed him like she needed air.

Her hand curled up into a fist and landed a solid blow to the punching bag. She just had to get him out of her head. She began to fall into her rhythm, staying light on her feet as she started her combination. The moment she started to feel better, he had to remind her of his mission. Shit, he was going to be gone for an extended amount of time. That would only make her 'boredom' worse.

"So you wanted a quick shag t'keep the edge off. You know how to woo a woman, don't you," she snipped, throwing another punch, getting some satisfaction at the contact. But she couldn't bring herself to say she needed him. That her nerves were already frayed and needed some contact with him.