[sup][@Jay Kalton] [@KindledBeast] [@Altasaire] [@Eklispe] [@Minato Namikaze] [/sup]

	Suddenly, the door opened, and in walked in a tall, lanky man. He was dressed in a camouflaged-colored choker and grey jogging pants. His eyes were tired and he had a hassled expression on. The man set his large, clunky bag on the floor, pulled out a folder and proceeded to the front of the class.

	[color=f7941d]"Apologies for being late students. I was asked to help with an investigation over at the avenue. A quick announcement, the mayor has declared that today's classes are only up until twelve in the afternoon, due to some difficulties along the road."[/color] He avoided mentioning the terrorist attacks, for obvious reasons.

	[color=f7941d]"Anyway, good morning, I'm your teacher for [i]Small Units Tactics[/i],"[/color] he said, turning to the whiteboard at the front of the class, before writing down his name. [color=f7941d]"Daniel Dimalanta, though you may call me Sir Dan."[/color]

	Clasping his hands together, he looked at the class with a wry smile. [color=f7941d]"Now, I'll have you know now, I've only recently been authorized to teach a class. Before, I was working with the military as a part of the Reconnaissance and Information Department. Your current Director had asked for me by name, apparently, and I was given a year long seminary to prepare for my tenure here. So . . . well, I hope we get along."[/color]

	He opened the folder in his hand, and looked at the people present. [color=f7941d]"Well, I'll be starting role-call now, as I call your name, please introduce yourself. Something like hobbies, expectations, etc. Ready?

	"Abraham, Winston. Now, this is someone I'm familiar with. I wonder if you remember me, Mister Abraham?"

	"Nishka . . . no last name? Hm, okay then."

	"Leroux, Claire."

	"Isamaru, Takumi. Huh, Isamaru? Any relation to a certain Isamaru Reika?"

	"Mortem, Yuri."[/color] He narrowed his eyes at this name, but stopped and did not go any further than that.
	
        He called all the students one by one until all their names were called.
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	Just outside the class, a certain brown-and-red headed girl was waiting. Addey Simmons glared at Catalina as she passed through the doors, and shoved her hand in the way. [color=fff200]"You . . . you're the bitch who shot me aren't you?"[/color] she stated, glaring daggers at the other girl. Other students exiting the room gave the two a wide berth, Catalina's reputation preceding her. They would rather not get caught in the crossfire.