{{Unedited}} Marielle sat up in bed, and glanced over at Vincent. He appeared asleep, laying on his side, clutching his pillow – her, in his dreams, anyway – to his body, and he was softly snoring. The nightstand held his glasses, and the equipment from his body. The rifle – Tour De Force – was …

{{Un-edited}}   Han wandered into Marielle’s office, and sat silently on the couch. She hadn’t knocked, or asked permission to come in, she had just done it. Marielle knew that she was there, but she didn’t acknowledge her for a moment. She was finishing signing a paper in Sasha’s folder. Then she dated it- September …

{{Unedited}}   Vincent urged them all towards the middle of the room and stared them all down. “What did we learn from this experience?” No one spoke for a long while. Finally, Austin blurted out, “We were all worried about Marielle.” Everyone turned to him. “Well, I mean, not worried, but-” Sabine interrupted him, “Distracted …

{{Unedited}}   Vincent glared at all of them, “Once more. This time, you plant the spike.” He started to walk, but paused, “Oh, and I’m calling a team captain.” They all looked at him with expectant, curious, eyes. “It’s Austin.” Vincent jogged behind the boxes and columns where Marielle had defused, picked up the box, …

{{Unedited}}   More than a week had passed and everyone was on edge as October changed the calendars all over Valorant. Vincent had switched and rotated everyone in the training room a few times so everyone got a chance to run the game, times, and use their abilities in scenarios that Liam, Vincent, and Wei …