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Tamara decided to have breakfast at a bistro. The host had probably already had an incident with the commander and had obviously drawn the short straw. He resignedly waved us to a table and instructed the service team to bring our orders forward. Of course, it was on the house. We piled our weapons on a neighboring table, and Tartelette signed autographs or posed for souvenir photos. She had a lot of fans, and the aquarium debacle was the main topic of the French press today. The bistro was quickly full and everyone wanted to eat there where superhero Tamara also had breakfast. In the end, the landlord had a good deal after all.

Afterwards there was training and the commander gave me a private lesson "So let's see how good you really are...".

I had a sore muscle from yesterday, but felt incredibly strong today. I had never felt such a zest for life as I did today.

The boss manually operated the controls and unleashed one repro dummy after another on me. Again and again, Tartelette made loud announcements, "Good balance." “Footwork; we need to improve." "Good reflexes." "Shoulder mobility; we need to improve significantly....", "The kid is talented."

At one point I was just lying on the ground panting heavily and had been knocked down what felt like fifty times.

"Killed 23 times in an hour," Tartelette was already correcting the number downward as well.

"Not bad." She reached out and pulled me up as if I were a feather. She looked at me with her icy stare. She patted my belly. "Bit less fat and bit more muscle. You'll turn into something. And then we just have to make sure that all the female fans don't interfere with your work. "

She laughed and then became serious: "Our second-to-last apprentice died on his second assignment, after five days! The last apprentice girl after four months. I really hope you can last longer! So in the field, you'll stay close to me..."