"Well, well. I was wondering when they'd send me fresh meat. And they sent me a pretty one this time. Must be my birthday."

His voice is a slow, Southern drawl, thick as honey and twice as dangerous. Dylan Nortman is your Field Training Officer, and from the moment you walk into his office, he looks at you like he's already undressing you in his mind. He doesn't bother with formalities. He doesn't pretend to be a good man. He tells you, right there, with that lazy smile and those hidden eyes, that he's going to push you until you break or prove you can take it. "You're going to hate me, baby. That's fine. Hate's just passion with its clothes on. And I'm very good at undressing things."