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 TCL labs had merged,

first, taking

was set up just like the one

had spent the past month meticulously

almost see her mother working

the path her

within, followed by a

had been orienting his

eyes catching

been trying to replicate that

lab's month of operation, Holden and his team

and said, "These numbers are correct, but you've got the direction mixed up. Give it another

a month, but Vivienne had seen

Admiration was an understatement.

and seeing Vivienne's expertise, they eagerly surrounded her with reports from their own

a brief discussion, Vivienne asked, "Who's handling the potion

a young man holding a copy of Hippocrates' Corpus. His hair was neatly trimmed, his nails clean, and he wore silver-rimmed glasses with a naive yet profound smile. "Ma'am, I'm working on the potions,"

up, feeling an odd sense of

quickly added, “Ma'am, his name is Rex. He's a recent hire. Young, yes, but a medical prodigy and

handed over his half-finished report. Each word was deliberate

nodded, impressed by his

the director once I've

and scribbled a series

a moment, his eyes brightening.

and said, "How long have you been working

report as he

offered another explanation. "Ma'am, he's utterly devoted to

bothered. However, Rex's dedication reminded her of someone, though that person was not nearly as

spoke, Percival

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