He'd been given two hours to get ready to leave. He was packed in twenty minutes; five minutes later, he was at the now-familiar window.
He had been right about her. She was different. In directions where most of the students - and even instructors - in Project X and the Red Room ran into walls, limits they could not surpass, she not only reached higher than everyone, but blossomed. And, oh, once she had stepped on the track of actual training, her mind just seemed all the hungrier for it.
His teeth flashed in a small smile, before he nudged the window ajar. She would be ready for minor actual action sooner than she expected. It would make her proud, even at the price it would take from her. The price they were all prepared to-- expected to pay, here.
But not yet. She was still not under evaluation for solitary action.
It was him who was being sent out. Temporary, he was sure. But he didn't know for how long. Details were going to be classified until the last possible moment; they usually were, in case somebody made a mistake and he was captured.
Which made his visit, somewhat sooner than the usual spacing, all the more important. (Why? She was a trainee--
-- because it was a dick move to leave a dame without--
)
"Ugh..." It was barely louder than a gasp, but he was bent over the windowsill, fingers pressed against both temples.
Just for a moment.
then he straightened, and focused on the window and the room beyond again.
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He had been right about her. She was different. In directions where most of the students - and even instructors - in Project X and the Red Room ran into walls, limits they could not surpass, she not only reached higher than everyone, but blossomed. And, oh, once she had stepped on the track of actual training, her mind just seemed all the hungrier for it.
His teeth flashed in a small smile, before he nudged the window ajar. She would be ready for minor actual action sooner than she expected. It would make her proud, even at the price it would take from her. The price they were all prepared to-- expected to pay, here.
But not yet. She was still not under evaluation for solitary action.
It was him who was being sent out. Temporary, he was sure. But he didn't know for how long. Details were going to be classified until the last possible moment; they usually were, in case somebody made a mistake and he was captured.
Which made his visit, somewhat sooner than the usual spacing, all the more important. (Why? She was a trainee--
-- because it was a dick move to leave a dame without--
)
"Ugh..." It was barely louder than a gasp, but he was bent over the windowsill, fingers pressed against both temples.
Just for a moment.
then he straightened, and focused on the window and the room beyond again.