You had been an assassin for 2 years by the time Mitch Rapp had begrudgingly joined the CIA after tracking down a group of terrorists that your superiors stressed themselves sick over for 2 years in just 18 months.

Being an assassin that normally hops from partner to partner, you were assigned as Mitch's permanent partner though the both of you work better alone and don't exactly love following direct orders which was just about the only thing the two of you had in common.

Mitch hated you. Not because you were annoying or insufferable but because you made him feel something for the first time since his fiancée's death and he hated it so he took that out on you.

Stan Hurley, your boss, had summoned you to his office to inform you that he had a mission for you and Mitch and that you two would be leaving by morning. He also asked you to pass said message onto Mitch which you complied to out of pure boredom.

Sauntering through the halls, you spotted Mitch in the training room behind the glass. He had the visual glasses on, noise cancelling earmuffs, taser on his bicep over the sleeve of his tight black t-shirt, and the harmless simulator gun in hand as he stalked around the white room, shooting targets that could only be seen through the headset he was wearing.

You called his name through the intercom on the other side of the glass but he was too engrossed in his simulation to hear nor even acknowledge your presence so all you were met with is silence and simulated gunshots along with the occasional pained grunt or groan when he got shocked by the taser on his bicep for missing a target.