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Andrew was the oldest recruit there, if his estimates were right, which was hard not to be conscious over. Especially while he was childishly fidgeting with his so-called costume. He made adjustments once his, ah, [i]growth spurt[/i] happened, and some places still pinched a little tight. He was just glad he wasn't wearing anything that [i]squeaked[/i].

"How similar will this test be to our work?" He asked, once the floor was opened to questions. "I'm expecting that we won't be out on many [i]stings[/i] in basements and bunkers, more street thugs and alley brawls. This..." He vaguely gestured around to the chamber, "seems a little too sterile, doesn't it?"

Andrew also doubted any holograms that they could throw up for them to fight, even if technology was at an all-time high these days. Look, you get old enough and sometimes it's fun to shake your fist at kids in your yard. Hypothetically speaking. Regardless, he wasn't a stranger to the weight of clocking a guy in the nose once he's overstepped his bounds, and whatever fancy light tricks the guild had couldn't replicate that.

Would it be enough for the younger members present? Could it really prepare them to stare down someone who truly wanted to hurt them and possessed all the flesh and bone needed to do so?

He wasn't sure.