[ON HIATUS] AMAZING GRACE // MISSION IMPOSSIBLE

INITIATION

A month of intensive training and studying with William Brandt put Grace well over the minimum requirements for becoming an IMF junior agent.

She'd surpassed even Brandt's idea of minimum standards, just so he would stop hounding her like he thought she'd die on her first day.

One morning he entered her apartment with a carton of eggs and a handful of papers that confirmed that she'd passed all tests above average and was officially signed on as a junior agent in training.

Grace stared down at the pages of her assessment, barely able to believe it. Days upon days of muscle soreness and drenching sweat and math homework had actually paid off. Weeks of her training officer staring at her like she couldn't be trusted not to trip over her own feet, and she'd showed him.

"You've done well," Brandt praised, cracking eggs into a pan. "But don't get too excited. It all starts to matter now. Now you have to get things right or face the consequences."

Grace scrunched her damp hair in a towel, still dripping from her shower. "What, no time for celebrating?"

The toast popped.

Brandt distributed the two pieces onto their plates and swiped a pad of butter over them. "Success is celebration. Now we go to work."

SORRY GUYS. I'M PUTTING THIS STORY ON HIATUS. I CAN'T REALLY SEE A FUTURE FOR IT AND EVEN AS A SHORT STORY I'M NOT SEEING MUCH POINT TO IT.