y's safe house. Nathaniel, now known to her as Agent X, was a stern but encouraging mentor. The ro

nding Amelia a pair of gloves. "We don't have muc

tly. Nathaniel demonstrated stealth techniques, showing

ndings," he said, eyes sharp. "

erself struggling. Her punches lacked strength, a

iel ordered, as

o creep into her mind. Was she cut out for this? She thought abo

had to

hen fighting, your emotions are both your weapo

wing through her body and started to move more fluidly. He

g. Nathaniel showed her how to handle various gadg

y was drenched in sweat, her muscles screamed, but

"We'll train again tomorrow.

events of the day. She was on a path she never could have i

laughter, and the simple moments that made

oth home," she whis

a strange warmth envelop her, as

one step closer to becoming a shadow