A wave of pain coursed through Cosette's body as she lifted herself out of bed. It had been a long week of physical assessments and training, but she was confident that she was able-bodied enough to re-earn her status as "agent". She had been shot on a mission in India and was out of commission for 2 months. Because of the Division's restrictions, she was required to do all the assessments over again.

She ignored her body's aches of protest as she started preparing for the day's events. In her bathroom mirror she looked calm and collected, even though on the inside she felt nervous. She prided that about herself- her ability to look composed, no matter the circumstance. She flashed a smile at herself in the mirror and went on her way.

Cosette stood in line with all the other agents in training. She was sure she had aced all of the tests, but she did see some skilled and talented people whilst refreshing her skills as an agent. Even Lesgle Mehado, an unlucky and unfortunate klutz, whom she became friends with during their time here.

The line suddenly stiffened as a man walked out of a seemingly important office. He was wearing a simple suit and tie like everybody else, but it was his serious and determined look that set him aside.

Agent Javert Wilkinson. The head honcho of the French Secret Service Sector (FSSS).

"Abadie, Babel, Bellanger... "

Cosette nearly cursed when Javert began reading off a list of names. Of course they were going in alphabetical order. She watched as Javert led the batch of people in to another room.

Another few minutes later. "Mabile, Mehado, Oberlin... "

Cosette showed a small smile of support to her friend as he followed Javert in to the other room.

Impatient, Cosette resisted the urge to sigh as more and more batches of people got called in to see if they made it or not.

"Rochon, Saba, Tholymes... "

Cosette shot to attention as her last name was called. She made sure to look dignified, but not too overconfident as she walked in to yet another waiting room.

In there, she pondered over everything that could have gone wrong. She had done 5 less situps than she had been able to do before, and 7 less pushups. Pursing her lips, she began to doubt her abilities.

"Cosette Tholymes."

Cosette looked to the source of the voice, and saw Javert holding the door open for her. She smiled lightly at him, and when he shut the door behind them, she said something she'd never thought she would hear herself say.

"Looking good, J."

Javert let out a whole hearted laugh before replyng. "It's nice to see you back here Tholymes."

"It's nice to be back." She paused. "How many times have I told you to call me Cosette?"

He smiled and rummaged through his drawers. "Countless times." He pulled out a stack of paper and a badge. "And I can't wait to hear more. Welcome back Agent 24601."