“NICE REFLEXES,” THE instructor pretending to be a terrorist in their simulation said. “Can you get off of me now?”
“Sure,” Lizzie said, and let him up.
Once he’d regained his feet, he pointed out Lizzie’s course of action to the rest of the agents-in-training.
“So, what Agent Zimmerman accomplished was textbook – she disarmed and took down her opponent quickly, minimizing the risk to both herself and her team.”
He looked over at the control booth.
“Can we reset, please?” he asked, before turning his attention back to the other trainees that had yet to take their turns. “Who’s up next?”
Once the session was over, a young man fresh out of college that had been condescending to Lizzie since day one snottily said, “Teacher’s pet.”
“Whatever, Jones,” she shot back. “Don’t be pissed at m
