Her hand to hand combat skills are the best I've ever seen, greatly surpassing the drill officer at the academy. Today, she's gone through the basic training, the procedure of making arrests, and studied the law as far as her meager attention span can take.
She's not even halfway through my law enforcement handbook.
Nonetheless, she won't be making arrests alone anytime soon, she'll be accompanied by me at all times during duty hours in and out of the station.
She outright refuses to touch a firearm, even though pistol training is fundamental in officer training. She grunts an answer when I inquire on the reason, not even offering me a fully formed word. I suspect traumatic stress from the Zaun testing facility.
They have a history of using gunfire to quell riots.
She eventually agrees to the bare minimum of sidearm training, only allowing me to personally teach her how to aim, fire, reload and handle the standard issue police pistol. She expresses that she will not carry one on duty, however.
She also demanded that the shooting range be cleared for the duration of the training; she doesn't want anything to do with the rest of the force.
I ask her why she doesn't want to be around the other officers, her sharp reply:
"They're all a bunch of snobby uppercity pigs."
Fairly accurate description
It takes her two full clips to finally hit the target with a bullet. Her posture is horrendous, she jerks at every pull of the trigger, arms shaking when I help her steady her aim. For someone with such strong arms to wield gauntlets, her muscles tremble when given a gun. Even with hearing protection, she flinches at the sound of each round being fired. Progress is slow; we go through a case and a half of ammunition until I deem her accuracy acceptable.
Tomorrow will be her first official day on duty. I assigned her to the first daylight patrol with me to test her punctuality.
No doubt she'll be late.