Miriel considered her self a woman of the utmost common sense surrounded by people whose grasp on logic to be flawed. So when Chrom asked her to run tests on tissue samples, she found this perfectly reasonable; but when he asked her if she would help monitor an agent qualification test on a newly acquired prisoner, she almost put herself in a migraine over the mere idea. She wasn't paranoid like Frederick was, but she didn't see how an amnesiac would be a good choice of agent. Still, she obliged her commanding officer in whatever idyllic ideas he had over this woman.
"You should smile, Miriel. I thought you would get a kick out of her aptitude tests," Chrom said.
"I don't get merely roused over something trivial, Commander. This is typically underneath the work I am normally assigned, although I may express a certain inclination towards observational studies," Miriel said.
"But aren't you even the least bit excited by this test subject? She's scoring high marks on these physical exams above and beyond her expected range. She beat Sully's scores."
"Though Agent Sully is a paragon of physical health, she is not an anomaly. I certainly don't find it out of reach that this woman is scoring high. I ran tests on her blood samples and found some curious material that I also found in the tissue samples of the sub-human species you and the other agents fought. According to the records of all those who fought this species that night, the species displayed an incredible amount of strength and agility above the typical level of your average human. So no, I'm not impressed."
"What? Are you serious?"
"I don't have the time to jest about something that important, Commander. Besides, she's just finished our advanced hand-to-hand combat scenario in the fasted recorded time. I'm ready to administer the tests for language aptitude and overall technology skills."
"Of course you are…"
Robin sat on top of the table in the interrogation, staring at her hands. A less naïve person would question all of what she was doing. Even more than that, she would question why she could do what she could. Like, how could she speak Feroxi with a flawless accent? She couldn't recall ever being in Ferox even if her passport read that she had been there just last month. Her marksmanship skills would be considered superb for even the best of snipers. There were so many things that boggled her mind about what she could even do.
"Do you want to know the results?" Chrom asked.
Chrom had entered the room before Robin had noticed. He leaned against the doorframe, tapping a folder against his hand. Robin didn't really take a good look at Chrom before, but she started to make a quick study of his features. His dark blue hair matched his eyes in a strange way. She didn't remember much, but she knew that his hair color was rare and a genetic anomaly found only in a certain royal family. He didn't seem like a professional for his job, whatever it was. She figured he was the kind of man women naturally gravitate. It was hard not to notice when he wore a tight t-shirt that did a fairly good job at showing a rather carved physique. It made her think of herself- small and insignificant, probably not the kind of woman men are attracted to.
"If you're done staring into space, I'll be happy to tell you that you've had some of the best scores I've seen on these aptitude tests," Chrom said.
"And what does that mean for me?" Robin asked.
"I don't know. If I release you, you won't have any real place to go because we've confiscated those passports and you only had those on your person. So you also have no money, and I've personally made sure that we made a dossier on you that can be sent to every intelligence agency. Because really, who is going to let someone that is basically a one-person army walk around?"
"So… What are you really trying to say?"
"Join us."
"Us?"
Chrom smiled and opened the door. He walked down the stairs and into a state-of-the-art strategic military base. He made a show it by spreading his arms like he was showing off his pride and joy. Robin looked around at all of the people walking around and working at their elaborate stations. She could see why Chrom was so proud. It was a dream facility for this line of work.
"We're called the Strategic Homeland Protection and Reconnaissance Division, but we like to call ourselves the Shepherds. We're kind of a new counterterrorism, intelligence unit. And I would love it if someone of your talents would join us," Chrom said.
"Shepherds… huh. I think you're a few words short in your acronym," Robin said.
"I didn't make it up. Plus those 'e's are really hard to come up with words for."
"Got it. So you want me to join your spy agency for which I don't have any experience in. Sounds great. What exactly would I be doing?"
"We need someone how will work our strategic field. A tactician, if you will. We have just about everyone else under the sun, but having a tactical officer would really be a boon. You would by my eyes and ears, develop missions, make sure we're using our units in the most effective manner, run analysis, and occasionally hit the field. It's a lot of responsibility, but I think you're the most qualified person I've seen for the job. And it's yours if you want it."
"Are you sure?"
"Of course I am. I'll be your direct supervisor; so I'll have my eyes on you all the time. Plus I'm the director and commanding officer of this division, and I have nothing but the utmost confidence in your skills. There's a war brewing out there, and I need the best people. The citizens of Ylisse depend on people like us to keep them safe, and I'm making sure we do that."
Robin bit at her lip and looked around the people who had stopped their work to listen to Chrom. She glanced back at Chrom who was grinning at her like he already knew her answer. She brushed back her bangs and made a nervous laugh.
"I guess there really isn't a choice. When do I start?" Robin said.
"That was the answer I wanted to hear," Chrom said.
