Jill stands outside the training room, hands clenched into tight fists at her side. She’s.. nervous. Anxious, even.

The higher ups said she’d be assigned a new partner, today. They gave no details about who this person was, how much experience they’d had— nothing.

“Jill.” Says an authoritative tone, opening the door for her and letting her pass by. Watching the expression on her face shift to confusion at the sight of her new partner.

A bioweapon?