St George made a little self-conscious cough.<br/><br/>"None of these hard-light thingies, I'm afraid, we're not...you know...American. We don't have that kind of budget! Yet, anyway..."<br/><br/>He looked around the group. They seemed unwilling to test each other out, and the hero couldn't decide if this was down to very English manners, or a lack of confidence, or both. Well, besides Abigail. She seemed more than keen to get onto the mats with someone. Feisty little bugger that she was.<br/><br/>"I can appreciate Navigator here is a little...traditional. That's all well and good. We didn't want women-beating thugs on the team and it seems we succeeded. However..." George hated these conversations. He had been in meetings with armed police and ex-SAS members, and all had said the same thing. "...not that I'm<em>encouraging</em>it, but there may come a time in your crimefighting career where you may have to suppress a female opponent. The BDP are not limited to male agents only. This isn't exactly the purpose of your training, Navigator, to condition you into being able to hit women, I'd rather think of it...just as training. Forget the gender, for a moment. It's a teammate, and you're helping each other out."<br/><br/>"If there are no other questions, chaps, I will leave you to it. You have all the location and times, Governess will keep you updated on anything else you need to know. At oh-five-fifty tomorrow you will board the Union Line, on level five. It will take you to a secure location very close to the Mall. Those of you who can fly can perhaps arrange your own transport, if you'd rather. I have...very, very boring admin to do, now. If anyone needs me, I'll be on level one. The night is yours to do with as you wish."<br/><br/>He chopped an almost-salute, and left the room.