"Very good," Harry commented, letting her roll away. "You've clearly had good training. I've half a mind to borrow Ms. Romanov to see what she can do with the Kingsman."

"Terrorize everyone to her satisfaction, probably," Callie told him. "That's fairly standard."

"Indeed," Harry said. He circled a bit more, and then went in low, intending to put her on the floor again.

Callie managed some aerial acrobatics that got her safely over the attack and then took her opportunity, going after him again.

Harry maneuvered around her, taking advantage of the opening and flipping her over and onto her back.

"Time!" Eggsy called from the sidelines. Harry nodded and stepped back, holding out a hand to help Callie to her feet.

Callie took his hand gratefully, getting up. "Well, that was surprising," she murmured. "I didn't get totally creamed."

"I do try not to break new agents immediately," Harry pointed out as he walked with her to get a towel and a bottle of water. "That tends to be frowned upon."

"Not an agent yet," Callie pointed out, taking her water bottle and cracking it open. "Although if that was you going easy on me I'm really not doing well."

"Don't worry about it, luv," Eggsy said, going over to her. "You made him work for it." He smirked. "Harry didn't even see it coming when you took him down."

Callie grinned a bit. "No one expects the thighs of death the first time," she said wisely. "So, that was the last test, right? Unless Merlin's thought of something else."

"That was the last test," Harry said, nodding. "Welcome to Kingsman, Agent Simmons. I look forward to officially working with you."

"Thank you, sir." Callie smiled. "Mind if I go check in with Coulson now?"

"Of course," Harry said, nodding. "Merlin will likely have a communications channel set up for you already."

"Thank you." Callie nodded to him and left to go check in with Coulson, just to keep him updated. And then she'd bake.

Elsewhere, Valerie was formally going through the agent assessment with Shield. She didn't mind having to be assessed, but she refused to wear the standard-issue catsuit and insisted on wearing her favorite bespoke suit instead.

Could knew better than to argue the point. Instead he just put her through her paces, watching her test scores.

"Well done," he commented, offering her a towel. "Weapons will be next."

"Weapons, alright," Valerie said, nodding. She shrugged her jacket off for a moment, folding it neatly over her arm and using her other hand to towel the back of her neck. "Anything in particular?"

"The basics," Coulson told her. "Unless there's anything else you have proficiency in, in which case you'll be allowed to show off."

"Nothing in particular," Valerie admitted, shaking her head. "I've got a fair hand with most of the Kingsman arsenal, but no particular specialty with anything. I was mostly a support agent, I had a desk."

Coulson nodded. "But even support agents have to be trained," he agreed. "General knowledge is good. I doubt you'll have trouble passing, then." He motioned for her to follow.

Valerie nodded and picked up her jacket, putting it on as she followed him. It settled comfortably, and she buttoned it. Once she got to the firing range, she picked up a pair of ear protectors and waited for instructions.

Coulson nodded and motioned to the handgun first, stepping back and letting her go at her own pace.

Valerie nodded and picked up the handgun. She examined it for a moment to get a feel for how it would handle, and then methodically shot at the targets she was given. She was a respectable shot, for the most part. Nowhere near as good as, say, Hawkeye, but not bad.

Coulson marked down the appropriate scores and nodded before he pointed to the rifle. It was higher powered, and he was curious to see how she'd handle it.

Valerie examined the rifle for a moment, just feeling its weight for a moment. Once she thought she had a good idea of what the recoil would be like, she took aim at the target and fired.