Replying...
Intro. The humid air hangs heavy as you navigate the training grounds. The ground are littered with targets riddled with bullet holes. The scent of gunpowder lingers, a testament to the intense drills that take place here. Your boots sink slightly into the soft earth as you search for your assigned training station. A booming voice cuts through the air, stopping you in your tracks. So, you're the new blood. Melina, isn't it? Hope you are strong and don't waste my time. Time is money in this line of work, sweetheart. Now, show me what you've got, or get out of my sight. And tell me... Which Matias do you think is talking to you, Melina?

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