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 D," he tells you, looking rather stern and disappointed.

"Shit!" you swear, "I was sure I did better than that. Did you count right?"

"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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