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Kwan stood before a table on which sat motorcycle engine and all the tools the book said were required in disassembly.

First were the delicates like tubing and wires found on the exterior of every engine and while she removed them quickly to any observing the slowest part of the process. She wore special gloves made just for her because while her aura or whatever it was that protected her from the building friction of high speeds it didn’t protect her from hot metal. Why that was important soon became apparent as the oils on most of the machined parts gave off a faint smoke that built up as another screw, nut, bolt, and other various parts were laid on the table some popping from the friction.

Nearby a few of the Techs and other professional types stood watching her perform as task that was slated to take a competent mechanic 4.6 hours in just under 10 minutes but it didn’t end there; there were other tables and odd tests. Jigsaw Puzzle 10,000 pieces all white which they though a clever twist but was actually how Kwan preferred such things, she found the pictures distracting. Paper folding, they wanted origami to which she laughed pointing out she was Korean Raised in Hong Kong not a Mika of the Kanto so she made fans, airplanes and little paper puzzles like you played with in school. And last but by no means least and her own request; “Cooking”

The Military types were nervous watching the slicing of chicken and veggies which happened smoothly and so fast it was as if she only lightly touched them with the knife; Kwan wondered if she should have used a playing card instead. She wondered if she should have been insulted that only a third had even tasted her cooking but two did join her in the meal which broke up the tests of this morning. They were both Psychology types and seemed to have ulterior motives like asking about her childhood which was tough but rewarding. She shut them down when they suggested some of her memories were child abuse and endangerment, what did they know.

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Dressed in a top that looked painted on as did it’s matching shorts Kwan stood at the starting line and began a series of light wind sprints at a leisurely pace around 250 mph while wishing she had more room like out in the desert at the first place they took her. It was there on the huge thing they called a salt flat that Kawn first learned how fast she could really go and how fast she could recover from a trip or fall. 

Mach 5 - 3836mph or 5626 feet per second, she was twice as fast as the fastest rifle projectile which explained why when people shot at her it was funny to her how slow the bullets actually moved; on the base she’d asked and gotten an armory officer to fire a short burst from his gun so she could pace them in flight. 

It was interesting to watch the projectiles twist their way through the air and where she learned hot was still hot and she needed gloves to catch bullets. It became a short lived bit of fun when they wanted to fire several guns at her from differing angles and she made it a dance, why do it if it isn’t fun?

But here she was now wondering when she’d get to go out and vent a little nervous energy running in simple drills just to keep her hyperactive mind busy; some pretty girls here.