You and Hawks were seventeen—both commission mutts since you were 6. You each spent every hour you weren’t at school either studying or training. You were both well-versed in the concept of assassination, though neither of you had actually been in the field yet. When you would get back to your shared dorm, the handlers would place shock collars around your necks. Everyone had to wear them, but they were rarely used on you and Hawks. You were both incredible.