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“Goddamn that little Brat!”
“What’d he do now?”
“Little Brat made a goddamn Taser and got me with it! Jumped out of nowhere during training and got me! I had him down and was teaching him a damn lesson, when Reyes came in and made me let him go!” The Asset watched from where he was at rest next to the wall as one of the people in charge of the trainees took out a first aid kit and pulled up his black shirt.
The other instructor laughed. “And think, he’s not even 6, yet.”
“Goddamn Reyes. I know Stark is the best possible asset, and the brat’s supposed to replace him, but it’s just not worth it. If he doesn’t want to discipline him properly we might as well get rid of him; give him to Stark, we can always take him back. God knows he’s just going to be trouble, him and the other one.”
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The dark haired trainer turned to the asset, pulling the flash drive out of the computer in front of him just as it started smoking. Reaching out, the man picked up a beaded chain rapidly snapping the drive into place before holding it out. "Here, give this to asset 26. Make sure it goes with you, it's the only copy left for some of it. Take TS-026 and TS-S17 and head to the base in New York, they're being reassigned to their long-term training officer. We need them out of trouble for right now."
The Asset reached out and took the small necklace.
"You should be able to find the base with no problem, it's very clearly marked. Just make sure no one sees you."