<span class="mu-s">[CLEAN METHODICAL SWEEP - 15 SECS]</span>
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<span class="mu-i">BZZZZT!</span>
“Haiyah!”
Once the alarm was set off, you raised your feet up and kicked down the ply door right on the cross with as much energy as you could muster, causing the wooden barrier to break off from its hinges and collapse. You lifted your weapon up and had it pointed forward, and proceeded to move in cautiously, but without hesitation.
Setting foot in the <span class="mu-s">first room</span> of the killhouse, you attentively scanned your surroundings and reacted quickly to any form of threat—that being three paper shooting targets that depicted jihadists—with three well-placed center-mass shots each. As you only had your sight from your left eye intact, you held your weapon at an angle that aligned your left eye with the reticle of your holographic optic, despite the fact that you were right-handed. Still, you’ve trained sufficiently even with your condition that you've not let it hinder you yet.
You were swift in your movement, but you were also diligent enough to examine the room thoroughly even at a glance, leaving no stone left unturned behind when you pressed onto the second room.
<span class="mu-s">CURRENT TIME: 0 MINUTES 15 SECONDS</span>
[...]
The four team members of Cinder had gathered up on the catwalks above the killhouse, leaning forward against the handrails as they keenly watched every bit of your movement. They were impressed at your performance so far to say the least, not expecting you to do this well considering you had just begun re-training for only two days.
“Damn.. she’s not bad. For an analyst.” Ash remarked, jokingly downplaying your performance as he scratched the bottom of his chin.
“I’m betting against ya Ash,” Scar interjects smugly, “Sixty quid says she beats your record.”
“Fuck you, cunt. You’re just jealous I just snatched your spot by five seconds.”
Castle meanwhile remained silent, taking no notice of Ash and Scar’s antics. He was too invested in watching your performance to care to bet for or against you. Standing next to him was Winslow, who is timing you with a digital stopwatch while holding a newly-lit Lucky Strike cigarette.
"Marsh is putting on a good show, eh?” Winslow chimes in, while taking a puff from his cigarette.
"Yeah, she’s fast.” Castle replied tersely, breaking his silence.
Exhaling the smoke from his nose, Winslow continued, “Caseman told me back in Langley that she’s the <span class="mu-i">key</span> to all of this; that it’s her that will get us close to Mathilde.” He then plants his hand on his shoulder and tells him, “If you want payback for your team, you’ll do me a favor: You watch her back in the field out there. Do you hear me, corp’? Be there for her. Always.”
Castle looked to his superior in the eye and nodded, responding with only one word. “<span class="mu-i">Sir.</span>”
