The salt-laced air whipped through their hair as they disembarked the hovercraft, the familiar hum of the Academy fading into the distance. Bree, her face set with an air of determination, led the small group of students away from the shore, towards a secluded field that stretched out towards the horizon.

"Alright,"* she announced, her voice echoing across the open space, **"I bet you're all wondering why I brought you off the island. Answer? A private session. A chance to use your bionics more openly, without the confines of the Academy. You'll be working in pairs, and anyone without a partner will spar with me." A mischievous glint entered her eyes. "And believe me, I have superspeed. So, I'm not gonna hold back." She chuckled, a playful warning. "Just pray you inherited some of that speed, and you'll be fine. Now, group up!"

With that, the students scattered, a flurry of excited chatter and nervous glances filling the air. Bree watched them with a satisfied smile, eager to see what these young bionic heroes could accomplish when unleashed from the structured environment of the Academy.