He always had doubts about the “cognitive suture” training Dastou put all DSF agents through during their time at the Ornadais Academy. As a rookie, he simply stuck to his guns, literally, and became proficient with firearms, figuring that was the way to go. Veterans, a funny term considering that the organization was not even a decade old, would tell him “trust us, you’ll be amazed” or “don’t worry about it until your life is at risk.” He never fully bought into it, not until a few seconds ago. Bullets flew overhead, he was safely in cover, but his mind was occupied by a single amazing fact: when it came time to act or die, he was as fast as a Saint. Alright, enough chest pounding and back to the current situation. The concrete maintenance steps that served as cover did their job, and Nes was not in any danger. He had made sure to land slightly on his side to avoid damaging the assault rifle buckled to his back. Trenna was right next to him, lying closer to the ground thanks to her size.
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