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said Bryan. 
     
                  “Hey, Gigi, what about my Myers-Briggs?” said Hagan, “Where did you have me?”
     
                  “I had you as leaning toward introversion with sensing as your perception modus.  Then for decision-making I can’t remember, thinking or feeling.  But you were the opposite inflection for judging/perceiving.  I think I had you as thinking for decision-making then perceiving for how you examine the space around you.  What was your favorite part about training?”
     
                  “Me?” said Hagan.  Georgia nodded.
     
                  “I liked the negotiation practice,” said Hagan.
     
                  “Why?” asked Alan.
     
                  “I just liked the psychological cooking,” said Hagan.
     
                  “Psychological cooking?” said Alan, “What’s that?  Julie Child made it with Carl Jung and had a kid.  Tha fuck you talkin’ about Gerard?”
     
                  “I just like throwing different things in the soup,” said Hagan, “It was cool.  Trying different strategies.  It’s like playing Chess with no real rules.  I can make my Rook move like a Bishop or my Knight move like a Rook.  I wish we could have done more negotiation.  I was getting good at it.”
     
                  “You had no choice but to get better,” said Alan, “In the beginning it was like being caught with your pants down.  You conceded stuff and made mistakes that you didn’t realize but I did.”
     
                  “That’s why I liked it,” said Hagan, “It was a chance to get better at something.”
     
                  “That’s a good point,” said Diane, “I do feel like it was quick.  I mean at first when they tell you you’re gonna be here for over forty weeks, that feels like a life sentence.  But it was non-stopped—six days on, one day off.  And we’re going against each other and reteaming.  I feel like I know each of you better than my cousins I grew up with.”
     
                  “Really?” said Yvette.
     
                  “Well,” said Diane, “I mean me and Hagan were stuck in a steel box with a bunch of trash and we had thirty minutes to figure a way out with the air being sucked out.  You start to see red and you’re trying to figure something out.”
     
                  “What did you do?” asked Bryan.
     
                  “We failed,” said Hagan, “They had to start pumping the air back in with three minutes left because they were worried about us going brain dead.”
     
                  “What did you try?” asked Bryan.
     
                  “We tried to drill a hole through the side, then bore the hole so we’d have more breathing air and give us more time,” said Diane.
     
                  “Yeah,” said Hagan, “We used a hammer and flathead screwdriver as a center punch.  Then we just started trying to pound a hole into the side.  But we could only dent the metal and you start to get tired as the oxygen goes.”
     
                  “So what were you doing?” asked Alan.
     
                  “I took inventory of the junk we had,” said Diane, “Then I tried to figure out a way to open the lock.”
     
                  “Did you try to pick it?” asked Tanis.
     
                  “Nah,” said Diane, “It was an electric lock.  So we couldn’t short it or it would stay locked.  There was an aluminum can which I tore open and tried to wedge between the seal to try to diverge the current or something.”
     
                  “How was that supposed to work?” asked Alan.
     
                  “I don’t know,” said Diane, “I don’t know anything about electronic locks.  They only taught us about