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//Thank you!!
The agent was slowly building up her training regime after she took a bullet to the abdomen a few weeks ago. They had insited that she'd take it slow, but Brenna was impatient. And stubborn, which is why she ignored the advice, and found herself at the training facility for the third day in a row. Hey, they told her she couldn't exercise until the bandages were gone, and they were. It's not like she completely ignored their advice.
She had been punching one of the many punching bags that hung in the facility, until she lost focus when noticing someone flying off one of the treadmills. It looked quite painful, so the artist stopped the bag from swinging, before quickly making her way over to the fellow agent.
"Hey, you alright there?" she questioned, concern slightly evident in her voice. The artist held out her hand to help the other back on her feet. "That seemed really painful--"