You stretch your hands above your head, yawning after the completion of the tough written test. As you stand up, Mr Goodage approaches you desk.

"How'd I do?" you ask, quietly confident about the results.

"I afraid you got an F," he tells you, looking rather stern and disappointed.

"None right...shit!" you swear.

"I afraid so," says Goodage, "If you want to pass this course and return to active work as a secret agent, you're gonna have to do a lot better Mr Bond."

Well that didn't go well, still, no way you can change things now, better head onto the next class and put in a good performance.

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