He smiled self-consciously. "Actually, faster than most." He couldn't tell her that most of the other agents in the program didn't survive past their seventh field mission. At her skeptical expression, he felt compelled to explain but couldn't give her details. "Just... really unforgiving teachers." He nodded and moved to the far end of the room by the windows. He pushed the chair, footstool, and lamp aside to give himself space to exercise.
He looked at Sam. "Avoid this area." When she nodded, he began. Today, it was fighting techniques. Having set himself within a safe zone, he started with punches and blocks and cycled through multiple disciplines until he progressed to kicks and leg sweeps. These were particularly tricky as he didn't have any margin for error. Kicking the wall, bed, c
