Tilly found the seat with the package that had her name on it. She picked it up, sat down and slit it open. Inside she found her room number and her new address for mail delivery. She also found her class timetable. She smiled when she saw her 'additional' classes that no one else would be taking.

Then Carl sat beside her. Apparently his surname was the one after hers. Tilly groaned. This meant his company would more than likely be forced upon her during her classes. She could only hope that he wasn't her assigned sparring partner.

The room around her began to fill up and suddenly there was a banging coming from the podium. The room became silent and all heads turned towards the voice that was now speaking.

"Welcome first years. I am Principle Dockerty. I want to just go through some of the campus rules with you and what is going to happen for the rest of the day."

A whisper started amongst some of the students and spread, which made it sound like a tree in the breeze.

"The first thing to know is when I am talking, you are NOT." The principal continued.

When the whispering didn't die down he got an air horn off the shelf on the podium and pressed the button. The sound the air horn made was magnified by 100 and everyone in the room jumped everyone except Tilly and Carl. Tilly had seen the Principal pick the air horn up and move it to the microphone so she shoved her fingers in her ears. Carl saw this odd behaviour and decided to copy it.

"That's better. So, the rules. What I am about to tell you is a generalisation, the entire list can be located in the Atrium. The most important things to remember: No fighting outside the classroom. This is an offence that has seen a number of students expelled. No outside food permitted, the cooks don't like it."

The was a groan that started spreading through the room, but was quickly stifled when the Principle glared at them.

"Weapons are not to leave the training room. This is also an automatic expulsion. If you are caught hacking S.H.I.E.L.D you will be severely punished. Likewise, you are not to leave base without written consent from a member of the faculty."

Again a murmur started but was quickly suffocated as the Principal finished.

"We ask you to declare any and all tattoos and piercings so that if something goes wrong we can identify you, we are not responsible for personal items and therefore if you have brought any these should not leave your rooms, a list of contraband items are also in your packs. We also ask that your S.H.I.E.L.D uniforms and equipment are clean, pressed and fully maintained at all times. And finally, all first year students must be in their rooms by ten o'clock sharp. Any students caught out of bed after hours will shot on sight and placed on house arrest. A definition of this can be found in your packs. The only exception to this is if you are on night drills."

"A curfew?" Tilly heard Carl whisper in disbelief beside her.

"The next few hours are going to be spent assessing your capabilities and choosing your partner. This will be the person you will spend most of the next three years with. If you don't like them then tough! If you are not being assessed you will fill in any required documentation."

"I hate paperwork" Tilly thought to herself.

"If you follow these rules and regulations you will find your time here very comfortable here. If you do not, then you will struggle. Dismissed."

As a group the first year students stood and exited the Arena, lining up at tables to collect their various pieces of kit, disclose tattoos and piercings or be assessed in their practical ability.

Tilly chose to disclose her piercings and tattoos first. Seen as though Fury had told her the only thing she should disclose are her ears being pierced, as long as she kept her tattoo covered at Phys Acc they didn't need to know about it. She saw a number of students in front of her disclosing various tattoos and piercings while lecturers took photographs of them to add to their file.

Once Tilly had disclosed her piercings she lined up for the physical assessment. Her brother had warned her to only do what was necessary and not to show off or she may find herself a target amongst the other students. He had told her that they would test her shooting accuracy, her martial arts and one weapon of her choice. This would be done in the Arena, once it had been cleared of chairs.

Soon Tilly was being ushered onto the indoor range. She was given a gun and told to shoot the target, one bullet at a time. They would then move the target back and she would continue to shoot until she missed. Tilly took the gun, took her aim and pulled the trigger. She hit the target square in the chest. They moved the target back to the next space. Yet again, Tilly took her stance, her aim and pulled the trigger.

The cycle was repeated six more times when Tilly remembered a conversation she had with her brother.

"On the shooting test, do not hit the target more than eight times." He told her.

"Why?"

"If you hit eight times the instructors will remember you, any more and you will get the attention of the other students which will not be good for you."

Tilly was on her ninth shot. It was still perfectly within her range, but, following her instructions she aimed at the target to the top left of the ear, missing the diagram of a man completely.

She moved onto the martial arts. Waiting her turn in the square she watched everyone else. There were ten people in front of her. The aim of this was to last as long as possible against the instructor. The first person was hopeless and was pinned within seconds of entering the square. The second person was the boy Carl had been talking to and claimed to be a state champion in kickboxing, he also didn't last very long and left the arena almost in tears and blushing, the next person fainted in the square, the rest followed in the same manner as the first, although they lasted longer, but not nearly as long as the kickboxer.