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Time flew by that morning as X continued his lecture. He didn't seem like a typical operative, more like a university professor. Much of what he said was surprisingly ordinary—things from everyday life that most people would never notice until pointed out.

When he discussed disguises, he even made a joke about his own Austrian accent, demonstrating how he could effortlessly switch to a Bostonian accent, leaving everyone unsure if his real voice was a part of his disguise.

After that day, X never reappeared. None of the trainees knew what he looked like under the black hood. The only thing they remembered was his tall frame and that distinctive Austrian accent.

The following days resumed their regular pace: half the day devoted to physical training and the other half to various technical subjects—combat, firearms, surveillance, counter-surveillance, and intelligence analysis. However, what fascinated the trainees most were the gadgets that Instructor Maury occasionally introduced to them.

For example, today he held a cigarette-shaped surveillance device in his hand.

The "cigarette" looked indistinguishable from a regular one. Hidden in the filter tip was a miniature camera that transmitted live footage to a pair of sunglasses. By wearing the glasses, the user could discreetly observe anything the cigarette was pointed at. The design was remarkably clever.

There were other gadgets too: a ring with a hidden poison needle, an electric shock belt, shoes with concealed blades, and even a lipstick-shaped bomb. Each trainee got a chance to test these devices, but then Maury reminded them:

"Remember, as sophisticated as these tools are, they're just external aids. The most powerful weapon of a field agent is themselves. What if your gadget runs out of power, gets wet, or is disrupted by a magnetic field? What will you do then? Or what if it's nighttime and you can't walk around wearing sunglasses? At that point, these tools become useless. You'll have to rely on your instincts. Let me teach you a simple trick..."

Everyone immediately perked up, knowing that Maury was about to share something valuable.

Maury turned his back to them and said, "Let's conduct a little experiment. I'll keep my back to you, but I'll tell you exactly what some of you are doing right now.

"Donald, there's no need to make that rude hand gesture at me. Catherine, you're chewing gum again. Jim, you're holding a cup in your left hand—oh, now you've switched to your right. And Owen, you really have an awful smile..."

Maury faced them again, smirking as he saw their astonished expressions.

"Surprising, isn't it? But it's actually quite simple. We live in a world filled with mirrors. Storefront windows, car side mirrors, wristwatches, and even polished metal surfaces can all reflect your surroundings. By learning to use these reflections, you can gain a significant tactical advantage..."

By the third week of training, the group was no longer confined to the training base. Maury frequently took them to nearby cities for field exercises, primarily focused on surveillance and counter-surveillance. Despite being near CIA headquarters, they had limitations; this was still U.S. soil, and the CIA couldn't act without restraint.

"Alright, Bell and Catherine," Maury called out during an exercise in Richmond. "Tell me what you observed."

For the past few weeks, the trainees had been practicing a game: working in teams of two or three, they would blend into a crowd, spend a few minutes observing their surroundings, and then report on unusual details. Today, it was Bell and Catherine's turn.

Bell went first. "There was a middle-aged Asian man with a mole on his right earlobe. I smelled oil and smoke on him, so he's probably a chef. The police officer nearby might have been a fake; his radio was positioned differently from the others. Also, a taxi with license plate ******** showed up at a suspiciously opportune time—it could have posed a serious threat if an attack had occurred."

"Okay," Maury acknowledged without giving any feedback. He turned to Catherine. "Your turn."

"The young mother with the child—she's in disguise," Catherine stated confidently.

"Oh? Why do you think that? Did the child act strangely?"

"No, but the woman was the same person who walked a dog yesterday. She's changed her appearance, but I recognized her eyes."

The room erupted in applause, with even Maury joining in. Most of the trainees could have noticed details like Bell did, but Catherine's observation was far more advanced.

Identifying someone by their eyes alone was no easy feat. Yet Catherine had done it perfectly, confirming that the woman was indeed an undercover instructor who had appeared in various disguises over the past two days.

"Catherine is absolutely right," Maury announced. "That woman was one of our instructors. She's been in disguise seven times over the past two days, and Catherine is the only one who spotted her.

"Bell, you were correct about most things, but that police officer isn't one of ours. He's just left-handed."

"Wait—what? Seven times? And we didn't catch her even once?" The trainees were stunned.

They realized just how much they still had to learn. All eyes turned to Catherine with admiration. Her talents were undeniable. Over the weeks of training, the group had become well-acquainted with each other's strengths. Owen excelled in driving, Donald in hand-to-hand combat, and Eva in marksmanship and disguise. But Catherine seemed to be a jack-of-all-trades.

Her driving skills were second only to Owen's, but she ranked first in both marksmanship and surveillance. Even Maury had praised her tracking abilities. She consistently placed in the top five across all disciplines, and it was clear to everyone that she had a bright future ahead.

Owen, on the other hand, already had some experience in combat. He had trained in freestyle fighting before joining CTU, so he wasn't a complete novice.

During a sparring session, one of the instructors switched tactics mid-fight, using Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu to defeat him. This sparked Owen's curiosity about the martial art.

Originating from Japan, Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu focused on submission rather than striking. It relied heavily on leverage, which had some similarities to the locking techniques Owen had learned in freestyle fighting, though the two styles were distinct. The contrast between the precision of Jiu-Jitsu and the wide, powerful strikes of freestyle combat fascinated him. He decided to study the art further.

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