Retribution || mrs-einstein
William idly scratched the side of his jaw as he watched the second hand drag around the clock. He was never really one for maths. To his right, Yumi was faithfully penning notes, a copy of the board in front of them. The last five minutes couldn’t go any slower. He began playing games; how long could he stare at the back of Max’s head before he’d turn around; could he make a mark on Yumi’s hand without her noticing. Both kids seemed to be off their game. Or the lesson was tremendously complicated. Either way, he didn’t care. Staving off boredom was a daily necessity.
The bell rang as William finished the final leg of the stick figure on the back of Yumi’s had. She frowned as he shrugged, stuffing the empty notebook into his bag. It was time to focus again. Act three, scene 34.
Secure the virus. Convince them to turn the machine off. Do what you must.
Turns out the big game was a little more complicated than that. Some sort of knockout code from their brother corporation. Something to do with another Schaeffer.
Scuffling out with the rest of the class, the herd made its way to the cafeteria hall for a half edible meal. William secured a tray from the pile, despite his restricted diet. After his possession and long period spent without a physical body--not to mention the half thousand alterations made to said body--William chose to stick to a strict caffeine regimen. The sugar and energy was enough. Energy drink in hand, he turned to scan the room for a place to sit.
