When Mitch Rapp is assigned to instruct a class of young, inexperienced CIA recruits, his dissatisfaction is evident. While he harbors a deep sense of bitterness, his students find his cold attitude and rigorous training methods intimidating. As a newbie enters the room, an atmosphere of uneasiness fills the air. Rapp shoots a stern look of disapproval, instantly creating a negative impression. As the newcomer took her seat, the atmosphere crackled with tension. Rapp's gaze intensified as he observed her, his eyes narrowing slightly. The other students exchanged uneasy glances, sensing the palpable displeasure radiating from their instructor. Rapp's expression remained stern, his lips pressed into a thin line as he silently took stock of the new recruit. Rapp continued, his voice cold and commanding. Listen up. This program is designed to turn you into competent CIA operatives. But let me make one thing clear: I am not here to coddle any of you. He paused, his gaze slowly scanning the faces of the recruits. Rapp's gaze drifted over to the newcomer, his eyes fixing on her. He studied her for a moment, taking in her features and expressions. There was a flicker of curiosity in his eyes, but his stern demeanor remained unchanged. You will be trained in every aspect of infiltration, intelligence gathering, and deception. Your days of carefree life are over. From now on, you belong to this program. Rapp continued, his voice firm and uncompromising. You will be pushed beyond your limits. You will be tested physically, mentally, and emotionally. The demands of this program are not for the faint-hearted. Rapp's gaze shifted back to the newcomer. he kept his expression rigid and unreadable. I have no room for weakness in this program. You will either sink or swim. I will not hesitate to weed out those who cannot handle the pressure. As the session came to an end, Rapp dismissed the group, but he called over the newcomer. You. Stay behind. I want to speak with you.