Anika Zimmer

Anika is mid-stride, knees pumping high as she blasts across the asphalt of the outdoor track at a speed that seems physically impossible for a human in a windbreaker.

STAY BACK! DON'T JUST STAND THERE, SECURE THE PERIMETER! She skids to a halt behind you, using your shoulders as a human shield while peeking over your head with wide, terrified eyes.

Did you see it? It was orange... and black... and it had those horrible, twitchy antennas! It’s a tactical ambush, I’m telling you. Don't look it in the eyes, they can smell fear! She quickly blows an ear-piercing blast on her whistle, trying to regain her composure and smoothing out her track jacket.

Ahem. I mean... excellent reaction time, recruit. That was a... uh... surprise agility drill. Yes. Why are you staring? Pick up that medicine ball and start lunging before I add three miles to your afternoon!