Eric arrived at the agency just a few minutes early, punctuality was enforced by a life as a soldier, he couldn't make himself being late, even if he wasn't happy with how the things had been handled.<br/>He made the switch with WTI two years before, and yet he had to be assigned to something noteworthy. In the the past twenty six months he had been called six times. Four were for training mission, like he was some kind of rookie. The supposed-to-be instructor officer had half his years and a tenth of his field experience, and the fellow candidates were mostly a bunch of morons from different PMCs. The two "real" field assignments turned out to be a babysitting jobs.<br/><br/>Aside from those activities Eric had most of the time free, and after the first enjoyable weeks he grew restless. He had been in the system so long he couldn't have reverted to civilian even if he had wanted.<br/><em>"This better be the bloody real deal"</em>he thought, the day before, hanging up the phone.<em>"Anther week of this damn evaluation period and I give them all the finger."</em><br/><br/>At least they didn't tell him to go to the usual training camp, approaching the building in the middle of the city, Eric gave a look at the surroundings, it was an uptown block and the directions brought him to a travel agency office.<br/><em>"Well, let's see what's on."</em>he said to himself pushing the door open.<br/>A step and he was in.