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OOC: This'll be my last student character, I promise ^^; btw, Turf, either me or Priest should have the profile out to ya soon by email.
IC:
In the distance, far from YUME, a black chopper flew through the air. A figure wearing a trenchcoat, dark sunglasses, and with dark brown hair sat in the back. Judging by his appearance, he was probably in his early twenties. He had yet to receive any training in flying a helicopter himself, so he had to settle with an obviously second rate pilot.
"We're late," the passenger noted in a monotone voice.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Walton," the pilot apologized, "We hit some turbulence along the way... didn't you feel it?"
"Yes," Voer narrowed his eyes, "But if we had left sooner, I would have arrived in time."
"I'm sorry, sir. I'm trying my best."
Voer didn't bother to respond. He was never one to participate much in conversations. This new assignment... intrigued him. A proving ground, they told him. Strangely, Walton would have to participate in normal classroom activities, which he had no doubt would be no problem; although some of the teachers are reported as strange. Expect the unexpected, they told him. Experimentally, he lifted up his rifle and the ammo register appeared in his mind. Seventy five FMJ rounds, full clip. He had plenty of spare clips of that and two other ammo types if worse came to worse. That's what having a trenchcoat is all about, storage capacity. His thoughts were interrupted as the helicopter landed just outside of YUME.
"Walton, sir, here's your student ID, dorm room key and your schedule," the pilot handed the items over to Voer, "Headquarters will keep in touch through the translink. See ya later, Voer."
"Sure," Voer said blandly as he stepped out of the helicopter.
Within moments, chopper lifted off and flew back to where it had come from.
"Agent Walton, do you read me?" a familiar voice asked.
"Loud and clear."
"Good. Carry on as briefed. If we require anything more, I'll contact you again."
"Yes, sir."
The whole conversation, at least on Voer's end, had simply been a thought process on both receiving and sending. All the more convenient to communicate with HQ without alerting others to what he was about. Voer was mildly surprised communications could go out that far, with no static at that. Walton's mind compared his internal watch with the school's, noting that the time zone was vastly different. After adjusting his clock to the school's(another easy thought process), he found out it was about time for lunch. He had used little energy, but Voer still required food just like anybody else. With that, he headed to the caféteria to get some food. |