[attr="class","beck"]"vela."

one of the doors in the hallway opens. beckett steps out, closing it behind him. he lingers for a moment, raising a hand to point at the name plate.

"explain to me why my office still says marie jules. are we that inefficient that i can't even get it changed?"

[attr="class","noodles"]peggie vela

[attr="class","beck"]"change of plans, vela. first part of your training is to get me a new sign."

his voice is level, flat, so he could be serious for all she knows.

"theo beckett. two t's."

[attr="class","noodles"]peggie vela

[attr="class","beck"]"oh."

he runs through it in his head, pointing a finger after each t he passes. by the end of it, he's holding up three fingers.

"i guess you're right."

regardless, he steps past her, beginning his walk down the hallway, fully expecting her to follow.

"run me through your combat experience again."

[attr="class","noodles"]peggie vela

[attr="class","beck"]"alright."

not much else needs to be said; she'll get the chance to showcase those skills in a bit.

the hallway leads on for a bit. they turn a corner, coming to the training facility. it's a small space, void of life, but full of equipment.

"you got a knife on you?"

even if she doesn't, the room will have one.

[attr="class","noodles"]peggie vela