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7 YEARS LATER...
Mason was walking by the training floor of the agency, 12 year old Gabriel following right behind him with an innocent eagerness to his actions “What’re we doing?” “I think it’s time you learn how to use a weapon, Gabe.” Gabriel was a little bit confused. He had read some stuff that his now adoptive father had given him on weapons and what not, but he had never dealt with one personally. As they entered the ring, Mason got a weapon from one of the men who directed the armory, a small caliber handgun that wouldn’t be too much issue even for young Gabriel to control. “This is a Beretta. 9MM and our standart weapon.” He showed Gabriel every bit of the weapon he need to know about, how to work the slide, what the release was for, how to pull the trigger and align the ironsights for a perfect shot, and even showcased it to him by firing a few rounds himself, with a type of accuracy that you would expect from someone who’s been born with a weapon on their hand. Passing it to him he told him to try for himself “Just remember to relax… I know you can do it” Gabriel took the light weapon in his hand, for a 12 year old he had already developed a bit of a sense on how to handle these, taking it in both hands and making sure to follow his father’s instructions, he squeezes a few rounds downrange. His first attempts were sloppy at first, but he always stayed close to the target, some would have called it a natural ability blooming. They spent months like this, training and excercising how to use firearms of all kinds as well as how to control one’s breathing. Gabriel’s initial skills showed a lot of promise
Firearms was not the only thing he was trained on during this time, as many times his father took him to the combat ring they had for sparring. “Allright… I want you to try and hit me”. Mason told his son as they both stood in the ring “Uhm…” “Come on. I won’t hurt you I promise.” With those small wards of encouragement, Gabriel attempted to tackle at his father, who grabbed him by his shoulder and used his foot to make him trip and fall harmlessly into the cushioned ground, a swift movement that he did not expect at all “W-Hey! You said you wouldn’t do anything!” “I said I wouldn’t hurt you, Gabe. I didn’t say I wouldn’t defend myself.” Gabriel had to think for a moment about that, but realized what his dad was talking about, he quickly attempted to bring him down by other methods, simple punches and kicks, but his father made him trip, turned him around or sometimes just dodged it on time without much effort “This is the kind of thing you’ll have to learn to survive out there on the field, Gabe. You won’t have your gun all the time” He jokingly said that as he took Gabriel’s arm and twisted it behind his back, stopping him in his tracks. Gabriel’s hand behind him, he used his other elbow to try and push his father away, wich worked at first, only to turn around and see his father still in position, expecting him to continue trying. Same as the firearms training, it was all a matter of time and practice for Gabriel to master the art of close quarters fighting, following his father’s instructions and carefull procedures
Finally, Gabriel learned how to lockpick most kinds of doors, not from his father however, but from a tecchie in the building who he only got to know as “Spark”, as most people called him “But… You work with computers… How do you know about this kind of thing?” The curious boy asked the man, who was opening up a training safe at the moment “Because I used to work the field, kiddo! I used to crack safes, computers, anything that was ‘protected’ at all” A metallic click was heard as he opened the safe swiftly “It’s pretty easy really, you just have to work your way around with one of these babies” He showed him his old lockpick set, somewhat rusty, but incredibly reliable” Want to learn how to, kid?” “Sure!” Spark quickly started teaching him what the basic idea of lockpicking is, and how you’re supposed to use the lockpick , holding the pins and breaking into the mechanics little by little. “Well… Give it a spin for yourself kid. This one is pretty hard but you seem like a natural to me.” Spark closed the safe he was working on and nodded to Gabriel, who took the lockpick in his hands and started to work on it himself. Little by little the mechanic pins started opening up, holding them in place with one hand as the other carefully prodded around the internal mechanism. A little over a minute afterwards he heard the last metallic click, and opened the safe “I did it!” “Nice job, Gabriel” He gave him a warm smile and patted his back “Most locks are like that, but there’s no harm in experimenting a little”. Gabriel nodded, eager to continue his training, wich during the course of the next couple of years intensified. Little by little making him into an expert on all the skills an agent needed.
A YEAR LATER...