Harrison, Timothy please head to the next stage of the examination, a stoic agent says not looking up from her clipboard. He gets out of his seat with his first test in hand, “Where should I turn this one in?” He asks nerves on full blast. “You can leave it with me, but don’t keep the board waiting this is your practical exam.” She says extending a hand still refusing to look up from her clipboard.

Timothy quickly hands in test and heads through the heavy wooden door, before him is a table with various bloody instruments, clearly makeshift weapons of common household items. A single stage light focuses all attention to the table and a bound man with a bag over his face, clearly unconscious. From somewhere over a loud speaker he hears a booming and powerful voice ,”choose whatever tools you’d like on that table or around the room, demonstrate your abilities to incapacitate and eliminate your target, a buzzer sounds as the metal restraints unlock from the man as he quickly tears his hood off his face. He blindly charges Tim and all Tim can think before acting on pure instinct is how this is his opportunity to solidify his position as an agent. Grabbing what could only be a table leg Tim swings wildly at the mans head, but is met with a swift duck and a hard punch to the jaw. Spun by the attack Tim realizes this won’t be such an easy task.