Suddenly someoned changed their position to the classroom to the very back window seat from his original position, most likely standing in the corner. He was met with a question of his own, [i]What's my name, huh?[/i]. A very unusual thing to dwell upon, however every tactical choice is to be taken seriously, not weakly. As he looked up from his book he said. ''Overlord.'' With yet another malicious smile to top it off he then continued reading, taking a note of the fact that the woman in the middle row seemingly has interest in military handbooks and guides, if not books in general. ''Ex-military, or just on pause?'' He asked blankly, starting to read his book again, however he took a clear note of the man in the window seat to the left of him.

''Or maybe you lived on a military base.'' He continued, his intent would be a mystery, he clouded it clearly. ''Maybe you're just interested in the military.'' He finished the sentence at the same time he had finished reading the book, 479 pages. [i]Blood and Iron, in sync...[/i] He thought as he quoted the lead mechanic on his MF0017-MX ULTR.