Zeb wiped the sweat from his brow, his reflection in the mirror showing a face that had graced the covers of every major fitness magazine from 2003 to 2006. He was more than a model or a trainer; he was a symbol of an era. "I'll be there," he said, his voice a low rumble. The Descent

He wasn't just lifting weight; he was forging an identity that the world couldn't ignore. The Call to the Ring

He gripped the cold steel bar of the squat rack. Most men his size moved with a heavy, labored step, but Zeb had the eyes of a scientist and the heart of an athlete. He had earned his degree in Health Science years ago, and every rep he performed was a calculated movement toward perfection.

The silence was broken by the sharp chirp of a secure comm-link. It was a request from the "Best Men" security detail—an elite group he occasionally consulted for when a situation required more than just firepower. They needed someone who could walk into a room and command the air around them.