It had been a long four days, Agent Pennsylvania decided, a long as hell four days. He had gotten pulled, hard, from the training sim for, and he was quoting the brass on this one, 'Additional Advanced Advisement'. In other words, since he had ranked as high as he did on the scoreboard, he had been pulled for additional briefing, training, explanations, and a whole mess of things that had utterly and completely absorbed any free time he had, even eating had been done on the fly between briefs and training sessions. It was all very clear in his head how the last four days had progressed before the brass finally had let him walk off, having finished their training regiment to the satisfaction of whomever had dictated, and was no doubt supervising, the whole thing. Whoever it was had not deemed it necessary for Penn to know the why of the training, only the material within the training was valid information for him to know.
First day had been psych evaluations, which Penn had expected to see happen. Going full suicidal for a training sim might invite that kind of scrutiny. The questions and research did not go along as the Agent had predicted they would, seeming more concerned about various other scenarios and possible mental instabilities BESIDES the apparent tendencies towards critical existence failures. Apparently whatever he had going for him appealed to the brass, since after that they green lit him for the next three days of high intensity, high yield training. Day one had ended with being cleared by the various medical authorities, and day two expectations and briefings before being sent to a holding unit rather than his own quarters. Probably didn't appreciate him debugging the room.
Day two was physical and mental stress tests, in both simulated and real space. Maximum carrying capacities, lift limits, top speed, resilience to mental and physical fatigue, the sims allowed for warped time perception, getting far more done in a single day than would normally be possible. It was strenuous and went to the very limits of his abilities, which was to be expected from stress testing, really. Several of the 'no win' scenarios irked him, because they had run along the same vein as the final simulation that placed him at the top of the ratings board that others had placed lower on. So it was probably insuring that there had not been a fluke in the training, something unusual that had gotten him through where he shouldn't have. There wasn't, but it was a rare case of not being able to blame the brass for double checking their assets.
Day three and day four consisted of advanced technical instruction in ordinance class weapons that he had, in some cases, never even heard of, let alone ever dreamed of getting his hands on. Intelligence briefs on various environments and locations that he had not personally operated in, but had the potential to be deployed to. It was the good stuff that made Penn decide it had not been a waste of his time, even if the isolation aspect of it had not been terribly interesting or welcome to deal with. But it had finished by the evening of the fourth day of his isolation, and he was cleared to go resume normal duties and stand by for further assignment and mission tasking. Penn had quietly retired for the time being, passing out for however long he had, getting proper rest to digest the past few days events more fully and make his conclusions.
Eventually the doors to his quarters opened again, and out came Pennsylvania again, fully armored with his helmet tucked under his arm. He wasn't hungry, so for now, he wandered the hallways and spaces without a destination in mind, waiting for the call that he had a sneaking suspicion was not far away now. But he wasn't planning to run into anyone, though he would probably recognize them if he crossed paths with them, so it was not too much of a concern if he did. For now, though, he reckoned it was a good idea to figure out what was going to happen in the short term, especially after his rather unusual past couple of days.