Post by Nesia Notonegoro on Jun 11, 2015 19:56:22 GMT -8
330 WORDS Feliks Łukasiewicz | here used to be a time when she loved to run, to jump and move every muscle in her body to attack an invisible enemy. But it was long past, and her limbs had lost so much strength albeit they did remember how every punches and kicks work. So while she was immersed in the training, Nesia had run out of breath before the session was over. It was not her fault for being so out of shape; the student was swarmed by endless assignments and homework. Keeping her grades up was the main priority, and the second one being her part time job, therefore Nesia had to drop her club activity. Too bad, since she liked to play badminton. She could tell the trainer was dissatisfied by her result from the clicking of his tongue. "I want to see an improvement next week, miss." He tapped the clipboard. "This is barely any different than the last two sessions. You have to push yourself harder." "Yes, sir," Nesia muttered between her breath. After she was dismissed, Nesia headed to the shower to change. Next time she went to the SIS Building, she would learn about disguise. As usual, the sheer thought of doing a new obligation made her nervous. If possible, she wanted advice from a professional. But Nesia was not yet accepted; she was here because of a recommendation. She was not yet permitted to explore the whole building -- the college student was under constant watch since she entered the headquarter until she left it. An alternative to this was looking for information online; but Nesia doubted such things were available for public access. The only answer she got from her trainer was that one of the best MI6 agent in camouflaging was a Polish person. He didn't tell which one. Gathering her belongings, Nesia walked towards the exit. It's nigh impossible to find it out today, so she just hoped to see the agent in her training session. |
LAIKA OF GS!
