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 C-, just scraped in," he tells you, looking rather stern.

"I passed? Fuck yeah!" you swear happily.

"A C- is only just a pass," says Goodage, "If you want to perform well in this course and return to active work as a secret agent, you're gonna have to do a lot better Mr Bond."

Well that's a relief, better head onto the next class and put in a good performance.

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