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3; have a knife day

   " judging from how he threw mine, beginner or intermediate level of experience, no ?" marquis interrupts from the back of the room, hamilton looking back at him then to me.

   " yeah, i would say that's pretty accurate ." marquis takes a knife from one of the walls, he looks at it before throwing it towards me, i fail to catch it and let it drop to ground instead. i've had very little experience with knives, but i know how to stab someone.

   " ah, you're a beginner, this is going to be fun !" he claps his hands, i pick up the knife that fell in front of me, marquis is holding another one, the one from earlier. he looks at hamilton and hamilton nods, these guys got a secret language i don't know about apparently.

   " to catch it," he flicks his wrist sending the knife flying, it lands safely in hamilton's hands," you need a skilled instructor, c'est moi ."

   " to catch it, you need focus and perfect timing -" the frenchman interrupts his shorter friend, taking a strut over to him.

   " non, i believe you can catch it even without perfect timing. but one slip up, poof, your finger is gone, focus is the key ." he leans against hamilton's head, being tall enough he towers over him by several feet. but then again everyone does.

   " you won't throw knives at me, right ?" i'm starting to have doubts, what if my finger gets cut off, i mean, i'm an agent not a super human.

   " no promises ami ." he shrugs, hamilton finally getting annoyed of his constant leaning. you can tell he gets major shit from his friends about his height.

   " jefferson, i promise, i won't cut you, you're the only person who'll cut you ." he promises, i'm almost shaking at how nerve racking this is. i'm sure hamilton is enjoying this.

   " you go country boy !" hamilton sarcastically cheers, proving my point.

   " ready ?" i nod, in a split second he throws the bayonet towards me, i wait until last minute to catch it. i feel the handle placed warmly in my hands, and a rush of relief runs through me.

   " that wasn't . . . bad ." he chuckles at my response.

   " now toss it back ." i was unsure to follow his command, but i used what i learned to toss it back. i made sure i tossed it with the handle going up first, then i made sure to move my hand away as the blade came towards me.

   " nope ." he catches it by the blade, i cover my face with a groan. i hear cackling from the back of me, both mulligan and hamilton.

   " okay, lemme try again ." i stick my hand out as if he would just simply hand it to me, but instead he throws it. i make several sounds as it flies through the air, but i somehow end up catching it.

   " see? you're doing fine, now, pass it back ." he motions towards him, and i do as said, praying to god i get it right so i don't have to catch it again. it flies up and for a second i don't think it'll land correctly, but then the frenchman catches it with a grin.

   " usually when i train people i have them do this 8oo times, but for you we'll move on to something else ."

   " 8oo times ?" i ask in disbelief, he nods briefly before calling over mulligan.

   " can you get me my other blades in my locker ?" marquis asks, mulligan says something i can't hear before smacking marquis' butt.

   " i'm getting you back for that one ." the other calls to mulligan as he walks out the door. he turns back to me like nothing happened.

   " how are ranked as number two, but have no combat skills ?" hamilton interjects, he's leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, his hair in a high bun still.