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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.

The assessment at Vanguard Agency officially began. The YQ and TCL labs had merged, keeping the YQ lab’s name.

Vivienne arrived at the lab first, taking in the familiar surroundings.

set up just like the one her mother, Karen, had established

meticulously restoring it to

working diligently as

the path her

followed by a

orienting

eyes catching an unfinished experimental report

been trying to replicate that 3D biological printer, but we’re hitting

and his team had

report and said, “These numbers are correct, but

for a month, but Vivienne had seen

Admiration was an understatement.

seeing Vivienne’s expertise, they eagerly surrounded

a brief discussion, Vivienne asked, “Who’s handling the

His hair was neatly trimmed, his nails clean, and he wore silver-rimmed glasses with

I’m working on the

him 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 quite insightful

said, “Show me your

over his half-finished report. Each

nodded, impressed

once I’ve figured them out,” Rex said,

looked at it and scribbled a series of numbers. “Try

pondered the numbers for a moment,

pen and said, “How long have you been

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

utterly devoted to

However, Rex’s dedication reminded her of someone, though

spoke, Percival entered, “Anna’s

Vivienne turned.

tanned and tougher after a month,

forward, saluting. “Special squad third

Third division?

that not Soren’s

“Luck of the draw. She drew the

“Passing

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