[center][h2]Laser Sight[/h2][/center]
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Mr. Kobayashi flicked what was left of his cigarette into the appropriate recycling receptacle, then turned and headed back inside, one hand reaching into his pocket to check his phone. He had finished his groups' tours early--mostly by just skimming over stuff everyone but the new kids should know already. Brave High had a lot of transfers and foreign applicants, but Senior year rarely got them. As far as he knew, he had only one new face in his class, one his dossier identified as Dallas Grenier. There was another student, Dirk, who was also from overseas, but he had been here for a few years already. 

The elevator trip back up to senior homeroom was short, but he still tapped his foot impatiently until the light dinged and the doors slid open. A short walk through the hall later, and he slid the door open and stepped into the homeroom. His eyes swept around--not with the "have they done anything yet?" look of a teacher, but more practiced, more subtle. This was the type of sweep one might expect from a bodyguard, ascertaining every exit and entrance and blindspot in a room--or an assassin, identifying all the possible routes to and from his targets. By the time he reached the podium at the head of the class he'd finished his scan, and as he pulled the student dossier out of the small drawer in said podium he spoke, again in a dreary monotone.

"Mr. Grenier, that desk did not have those saw marks when I left this room. I'm not going to identify the object outlined in your pants pocket, but don't bring it back on campus grounds, please and thank you." His finger scrolled down the list of students as his eyes flicked up and down, putting names to faces in a silent roll-call. "Ms. Yosumine, I see you brought breakfast. Hopefully enough for everyone. And me. Hope that coffee isn't that iced mocha lacha-what-the-hell-ever crap you kids drink these days."

Then his face, which up until now had been the same weary expression, crinkled up. His eyes narrowed, enough that a pair of small yellow dots--like someone holding a pair of magnifying glasses up to the sun--appeared on the dossier page. 

"Natsuki Enoki?" he asked, looking up. He widened his eyes, mostly to keep from accidentally blinding someone as he scanned the room again. He knew he wasn't mistaken the second time. "I know I saw her this morning...Huh. Anybody know where she went?" he asked, looking around at the rest of the class. "Semi-short red hair, red eyes...was wearing a lot of makeup?"