#195592 - ” Michaels replied softly as he took the young man by the arm and led him to a pair of comfortable chairs near the quietly burning fireplace, Alex looked around and shook his head at the furnishings that belonged more in a eighteenth century English mansion then in a super secret government training facility. Oh, I’m Michael Harrison by the way, your handler; I’ll over see your training here and will forward your assignments to you after you leave. “Good, good; it’s always best to make a clean break from your past; reminders are just depressing and you can’t afford the distractions, distractions can get you killed – even here!” Michael continued in, what Alex would soon learn, his normally cheerful voice; the older man always smiled, was always cheerful, and never seemed to loose his temper – not even on the day he finally died, in great and prolonged pain! “So, everything you need should already be in your rooms and if there is anything we overlooked, please don’t hesitate to ask