Ana sighed as she watched the kids training Winston from the balcony. Locarno was excellent, while Arach and Alice was alright, but Mortica…Mortica struggled with every motion. Every short break that happened, she was panting heavily, bent over as she tried to catch her breath. Locarno and Arach tried to encourage her, and Alice was slowly giving her tips, but Mortica didn't seem to be improving at all. She couldn't shoot; she couldn't run. Ana frowned. She had to have something she was good at. Everyone did. They were practicing grips at this point. Mortica had slipped after 15 minutes, but Alice lasted about 19. Locarno and Arach were still glued into their position after almost 3 hours. Arach looked stressed while Locarno looked completely bored, but neither of them was moving. Winston was both impressed and surprised. *So Arach's stubbornness is going to be an asset for something…* Locarno dropped, saying something in annoyance. Arach didn't even move. Winston called out something, and Arach let go, landing on his feet. Mortica looked just disappointed in herself. Ana walked down to the training room, where all 4 of them looked surprised to see her. Winston smiled.

"Ana. How can I help you?"

"I was wondering if I could borrow Mortica for the day." Ana stated. Winston nodded.

"Of course. Everyone else, we're going to work on electronics!" Mortica nervously followed Ana to the firing range.

"Relax. You're not in trouble."

"Then why does it feel like it?"

"Because you feel guilty about something?" Mortica chuckled lightly, rubbing her hands together.

"No, I don't." Ana held up a gun, aiming at a target

"If someone was going to shoot someone else, what would you do?"

"Huh?"

"What would you do if I was about to shoot your brother?" Ana almost fired the gun at the target, but Mortica knocked the gun out of her hand. She tried to grab the gun, missing it, but raised her fists instead.

"I'd protect him." Ana paused. Mortica had a lot of potential.

"…Why aren't you doing everything you can during training?" Mortica frowned.

"I'm giving everything I've got."

"No, you aren't. You just showed me that." Mortica scowled.

"It's called adrenaline. I'm not that good."

"Someone is talking to you, then suddenly pulls a knife on you." Ana pulled a knife out suddenly, and Mortica nailed her in the face. Ana grabbed her hand, twisting swiftly. Mortica went with the movement, ramming her fist into Ana's sternum. Ana let go, but brought her knife to throat level. Mortica was panting. "You have potential, but no stamina. That's the problem, not skill." Mortica frowned.

"I just learned that from combat manuals and things like that." *No field experience, then.*

"You are in a stealth mission. One of your group members is in severe danger of being discovered when a child comes eye to eye with them and looks like they're going to scream. What would you do?"

"Cover the kid's mouth, knock them out, and move on as quickly as possible. Hopefully we complete the mission before they wake up." *She's a tactician, a Jack.*

"What if it was an adult?"

"Depending on the situation, I would do the same thing as with the child, but if they were a main enemy…I don't know. I don't want to kill anyone, but…"

"Good." Mortica looked up at Ana in surprise.

"How is that good? It's not like I'd be able to do that stuff myself."

"Not yet, but with time, training, and patience, you could do all of that. You have the mental ability to become a very good tactician. Given enough time, you could become a good fighter. Don't give up just because you're not progressing as fast as the others."

"But why can't I do the same things they can?"

"What did Arach do before you got here?"

"He was constantly trying to get away from the orphanage, acting out and getting in trouble. I guess he was more active than me." Mortica admitted.

"Locarno was always on the move, and Alice was raised by a soldier: there was no way Patricia would have let her get away without some form of combat training." Ana explained. "You're less experienced, and it's not as if this is easy training."

"You're right about that. At least everyone's fair." Mortica stated, taking a deep breath. "I have to get back to training. If I want to keep giving Arach a hard time, I have to keep up." Ana nodded.

"Just remember: give everyone time. You've only been training for a week, and this is difficult training."

"Got it. Thank you, Miss Ana!" Mortica ran off, and Ana chuckled. *I'm glad Jack started them with basic training, not advanced. None of them would stand a chance.* Ana walked off, and saw Locarno darting out of the training room. She followed the fast teen to the file room, where he typed in McCree's passcode, chuckling. Ana scowled, and stopped the door from closing, crossing her arms and making eye contact with him. Locarno looked as if he had just been found with a million dollars.

"Um…" *Kindness won't affect a child of Lucio. Harshness is called for to nip this in the bud.*

"You're skipping mandatory training. If you do it again, there will be consequences. Am I clear?" Locarno gulped, nodding in understanding and racing off. Ana sighed. She hadn't been a coraller in years, not since Pharah had become an adult. She hadn't missed it at all. she relaxed, and headed to find McCree. How had Locarno found out McCree's passcode? She found him just outside Gabriel's room, moving a box inside. He paused.

"Howdy, Miss Amari."

"Hello, McCree. How did Locarno find out your passcode?" She said bluntly. McCree almost looked surprised. Almost.

"He found out my password? That's weird."

"McCree, you can't lie to a spy. I've told you this." He grimaced.

"Well, they're recruits, ain't they? What's the harm?" Ana took a dep breath and exhaled.

"Did you tell anyone else?"

"No, ma'am. I don't get the big deal: he's 18, and I got a password myself at that age."

"McCree, did it occur to you that they escaped a Talon base without any training?"

"…Oh, shoot. I messed up."

"Let's just hope my suspicions are wrong, or you'll being saying more than 'shoot'."