The Million-Dollar Heart

Thomas was taken aback, his eyes darting towards Percival.

"Ma'am, you're practically signing my death warrant here!" He yelled inside.

"Percival, hear me out. This is the training grounds. I have to be in combat gear. I am the Chief Instructor, and I can't very well train them in a suit and tie!"

Percival's eyes briefly swept over Thomas's attire without a word, instead wrapping his arm around Vivienne, and they made their way deeper into the training area.

For a few seconds, Thomas felt like he just walked through the valley of the shadow of death.

Leopold slapped Thomas on the back with a smirk, "Man, that gear does look sharp on you, though."

Thomas shot him a glare that could kill and kicked out at him half-heartedly, then quickly caught up with Percival.

"Percival, the training's halfway through. If we're bringing in the newbie, we might need to fast-track her."

Thomas implied that Anna had to pass the earlier assessment today if she wanted to keep her spot here. Percival's stern face held a grave expression as he said, "Let's begin now."

Neither Vivienne nor Anna had any objections.

It was only fair.

If Anna could not pass the earlier assessments, it only proved she did not have the mettle to stay.

"Captain."

Off in the distance, a man in an olive-drab tee approached, saluting Percival crisply.

This was Soren, the physical training examiner.

After exchanging pleasantries with Percival, Soren sized up Vivienne. Then his gaze landed on Anna. "So you're the little lady who waltzed in through the back door?"

His tone was less than friendly, and his eyes were full of disdain.

Thomas signaled to him discreetly, whispering, "Soren, watch the attitude."

"Come on, man, she's Ma'am's protégé. Besides, it's not like she wanted the shortcut. If she can't make the cut, even Percival won't keep her here. Don't be so aggressive, or you might just tick off Percival!" He thought, trying to signal Soren with his eyes.

physical training instructor. We will start your assessment now. If you don't make

words were clearly directed at

angrily, "Soren, who the fuck do you think you're

however, pulled Leopold back, her icy gaze landing squarely on Soren. "You're not wrong. Show your

slightly. "Who's wasting whose time is yet to be

crossed Percival's face. "Soren,

Agency's special squad third division, was the most hot-headed of the captains, but his skills were second to

overall capability, he was stronger than Leopold and just

he respected was Percival. As for Thomas and Leopold, Soren hardly paid them any

speak, Soren's attitude softened

do the

piqued

real challenge

Interesting.

lips curved into a slight smile, utterly

Percival were not worthy opponents for

make this complicated. You be my opponent. If I win, I stay for training. If I

and a one-on-one battle with Soren unfolded

from the sidelines, aware of Anna's abilities

outcome was

an eyebrow. "I bet a hundred grand on

money on

gathered around, cheering on their

fueled by the roaring crowd, only

two was fierce, with mud flying as they

and precise, and Anna used

the match was

on Anna's vital point while she

a stalemate, neither

smile, turning to Percival, "Looks like

stepped forward, and separated them, announcing

you embarrassed? Fighting to a draw

clod of mud,

couple of inches, and