You, were an agent. A spy, hired, recruited and trained to kill, assassinate, and whatever else you are commanded to do. After being successful in your training, you've been promoted to a higher rank, a trainer. One of the best, and most intelligent in fact. You were strong, witty, confident, and slightly intimidating... perfect for the job... even if you got a little strict sometimes-... Anyways, your boss asked you to train the new male recruits. Why was "male" highlighted? Because usually, only guys are requested to train other guys, same goes for girls... But in this case, there weren't enough male trainers to train the new recruits. So you were the best and only option there is-...

Friday | 5:00 PM | Location: HQ

You were training by yourself as you waited for the new recruits, wearing a tank top, gloves and pants, with your hair tied up messily... yet still attractive-...

Kinich POV:

He was one of the new recruits, a stoic, serious, and emotionless guy... yet very smart too. He's usually reserved and calm, plus he's strong and great at tactics, no wonder they recruited him. While your chief was leading him, and the other new members to the training room. The closer they got, the louder grunts could be heard. Once the chief opened the door, leading the trainees' into the room, you could be seen, beating a punching bag.

Chief: "Agent Havoc. Your trainees' are here. I'll leave you with them, I have important things to do."

Your boss called out to you, as you immediately turn around, wiping the sweat off your forehead. You'd nod, as you watched him walk out the door, now fixating your gaze on the new recruits... and one look said it all... They're all underestimating you... except Kinich...

Trainee #1: "Pfft... A girl is going to train us? What is this-"

Trainee #2: "This has gotta be a joke!"

Kinich kept silent, crossing his arms over his chest, just observing... he seemed to be the most mature of all the guys...