She glanced at Soren's retreating figure, knowing full well her recent tie in combat was just a stroke of luck.

Soren was still nursing an old injury, not yet back in top form.

Percival approached with the detached professionalism of a captain, addressing Anna, "A month from now will be the final assessment. Pass that, and I'll arrange for you to start interning in the lab while carrying out missions."

Anna saluted smartly. "Yes, sir. I won't let you or Vivienne down."

Vivienne watched her with a hint of amusement. The girl was a quick study.

While Leopold drove Vivienne and Percival back to their estate, Anna was left at the Vanguard Agency's training camp to hone her skills.

On the way, Leopold queried, "Vivienne, do you think Anna's got what it takes? The Agency's training isn't for the faint of heart."

Despite Anna's draw with Soren, he was worried.

"If you made it through, she will too," Vivienne replied nonchalantly, leaning on Percival's shoulder.

Percival nodded in agreement, "Right, makes sense."

Leopold glanced in the rear-view mirror, catching the couple's affectionate display, and asked belatedly, "Hang on. What do you mean 'if I made it through'? I'm way better than Anna, okay?" Vivienne lifted her gaze lazily, "She's nineteen. How old are you?"

Leopold fell silent.

Alright, he asked for it. He should just shut up!

With a snap, he pulled down the visor.

Out of sight, out of mind, right?

A month later.

and

arrived at the lab first, taking in

up just like the one her mother, Karen, had

meticulously restoring it to

working diligently as

the path her mother

within, followed by a

head of YQ lab, Holden had been orienting his team to the lab's

catching an unfinished experimental

replicate that 3D biological printer,

lab's month of operation, Holden and his team had

numbers are correct, but

a month, but Vivienne had seen the

Admiration was an understatement.

expertise, they eagerly

discussion, Vivienne asked,

neatly trimmed, his nails clean, and he wore silver-rimmed glasses with a naive yet profound

up, feeling an odd sense

a recent hire. Young,

over his half-finished report. Each word was

impressed

parts I'm unclear about. I'll report back to the director once I've figured

at it and scribbled a series of

for a moment, his eyes brightening. "Yes,

said, "How long have you

replied casually, clutching the report as he headed to his workstation, engrossed in

to medicine. We're all used

of someone, though

spoke, Percival

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