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A glossy black VTOL jump jet landed in a cloud of dust in the field near the administration office. As the canopy popped, a single figure wearing a black flight suit hopped out and dropped heavily to the ground. Both the side of the plane and a patch on the pilot's shoulder read "ExOp" in silver block lettering.

Amira sat high up in the rafters of the administration building, a place with quite the unnecessarily high ceiling. She was currently carving her name into the wood high up near the roof, but upon hearing a jet outside she got curious. Stowing her knife away, she stood and walked across the narrow, possibly unstable rafters. Usually she lived doing this, but in that retched school uniform, it just made it a chore. She dropped onto a lower rafter just by a huge window. Amira tilted her head, examining the black-clothed man who had stepped out of the plane. "Doesn't look like a student," she whispered to herself, "so it must be a new teacher. Excellent..."

Coben pulled off his helmet as he walked toward the entrance to the Administration office. He tucked it under his arm as he pushed the door open and approached the front desk. He set it down with a clank on the lacquered wood and threw a sloppy salute to the woman seated behind it. Fatigue was evident on his face. "Commander Coben Awlk, ExOp ALPHA. Reporting for duty. And hopefully a bed. Do you know how long of a flight this is from Uzbekistan?". He ran a hand along the stubble forming on his chin.

((Did you want me toyo play her?))

((You can if you'd like. Otherwise I'll just assume she's just doing the receptionist thing where they stare at you all bored and hand you things to sign.))

((Okay I'll just let her do that then. I'll reply in a bit though, I'm outside with my sisters.))

((Alright))

Amira hung from the rafters, looking at the receptionist lady—Janet—and the now bare-faced man. He looked pretty roughed up, and obviously didn't belong there. People weren't supposed to find their island without being invited, so she wondered what they'd tell him. Maybe they'd kill him.

Amira stood again, walking down the rafters and dropping into the large window's sill. Hanging from that, she dropped again, this time onto a desk behind the man's back. She landed silently, as she'd been trained to do. Amira was The Shadow, after all.

Coben picked up a pen and started signing papers as the woman behind the desk set them in front of him. Forms swearing him to secrecy, providing contact information, etcetera. Amira dropped behind him unheard as he finished and Janet handed him another sheath of papers, this one ourtlining his duties and quarters. He picked his helmet back up as he turned to head back towards the door.

Amira slid off the desk, crossing her arms as the man finally turned around. She raised an eyebrow, not exactly at anyone, just because she wondered what he was here for. Normally, she'd be hiding somewhere else now, watching him leave and figuring out his business there, but Janet had already seen her. She was one of those boring secretary types and would totally mention Amira if the other guy asked if there was anyone else there. Amira made a mental note not to go on missions with people like her. Walking silently, as Coben looked ahead again, Amira was only a foot in front of him.

Coben was flipping through the papers he had been given as he turned around, but when he looked back up there was a girl very close in front of him. The papers fluttered to the ground as he swiveled on his right foot, planting his left behind him to narrow his profile. As he did so, his hand hit his leg halfway down his thigh... where a low slung pistol holster would be. Only he had just left his plane and hadn't re-equipped his sidearm. As his hand touched the bare material of his flightsuit, his reflexes gave way to rational thought and he straightened back up. He looked at the girl questioningly and crossed his arms across his chest.

Amira blinked slowly, looking up at him. He was at least a foot taller. "Are we just going to stare at each other all day, or are you going to tell me why you're here?" She noted his reaching for his leg, which likely indicating he was looking for a weapon. She looked down at the fallen papers briefly and took a step back, awaiting him picking them up. She let her arms fall back to her sides, The doors behind them were still open, a cool air coming in and unfortunately blowing in dust and dander.

Coben slowly bent over and started gathering the papers, all the while keeping his eyes on Amira. "You the campus police or something?" he asked, looking her up and down, "cheerleader maybe?". He piled the papers back together and stood back up. "So how about a please?" he said, smiling at her slightly condescendingly. This close up, deatils of his pressure suit were more visible. Silver stitching on the suit itself and the number 13 on the side of the helmet.

"Hilarious," remarked Amira, rolling her eyes. Cheerleader? As if. She crossed her ankles while standing, placing her hands on her waist. "Tell me why you're here, please," she repeated, adding the retched, unnecessary word at the end of her sentence. She examined his uniform; it wasn't like one she'd seen before, with odd linings and the unspoken number on the side of his helmet.

"Much better. A little politeness goes a long way, you know?" Commander Coben Awlk, Executive Operations. Sniper, coordinator, pilot." he tapped the papers he was carrying "and now teacher. That's a new one for me if I'm to be honest". Coben gestured to Amira. "And you are...?"

Amira shrugged. "Nice titles you have there. Anyway, I'm Amira Eyles, better known as The Shadow. Around here, that is. Otherwise I'm just Amira. Nice meeting you, pal. Now, are you going to walk around campus and get lost or do you need some help?" She offered, her classes over for the day. Besides, helping once in a while was nice.

((Sorry, food))

Coben looked around for a moment. "Nice to meet you. Skipping the getting lost part for once would be nice." he said as he moved toward the door. "So where do teachers stay here?" he asked. "This was kind of a last minute thing. No briefing. Very little information."

Amira walked beside him a safe distance away, thinking of her answer. "Not entirely sure. There may be some teacher dorms, but I've never seen them. You'll want to check in with Janet, I guess. And yeah, I saw. Why did you come here, anyway? Not to be a teacher, was it?"

"Yep" he said as he walked back towards his jet. Half of the missiles were notably missing, replaced by cylindrical cargo pods. "It's gonna be fun. Not nearly as exciting as special ops, but interesting." he detached one of the pods and set it on the ground. "Haven't trained new Operatives in quite a while."

Amira looked down at the pod, raising an eyebrow. "And what is that? Not planning on bombing anything, are you?" Because I swear I'll kill you right here. She added that part inside her head, not really wanting to get into an unnecessary fight. Well, actually, she did, but that was aside the point. She continued raising an eyebrow up at the man.

"Did that already today." he said as he pointed one hand toward an empty slot in the missile rack and use the other to open the hatch on the cargo pod. "A Soviet-era bunker in eastern Europe on the way here. The pods" he reached inside and removed a folding handcart which he set up and started loading with the other pods, each about two feet by eight feet "have my stuff. Just the necessities. And what I'll need for my lessons."

Amira scoffed, nodding slowly. "Who's dead 'cause of you? I'm really interested," remarked Amira, actually not being sarcastic. Not that she was sarcastic a lot, anyway. She kneeled down as well, examining the jet and looking at the pods and the remaining bombs. "Wow, nice model..."

"A couple dozen revolutionaries, some of their leaders. Maybe a couple of civilians who lived nearby (can't be sure, I was in a hurry). That's today anyway. It's a Harrier II Plus model. The Harriers themselves are getting a little dated, but I've kept the hardware and software modern." he said as he loaded the last pod onto the cart.

"Huh..." Amira said, nodding her head and upper body in approval. She couldn't be bothered by the dead civilians; they were likely warned to evacuate. If not, then pity on them and their families. She examined the jet around, looking above and underneath it. "Harrier. Heard the name before, but I think it was a person... Maybe I killed him... Not sure."

"Pretty long lived production line" he said, pushing lightly on the stack of cylinders to be sure they weren't going to topple over. "The US has used 'em since the first steps into the the Middle East. This one was the last model they produced. But I'm sure you've got better things to do than discuss fet fighters. So where do you have classes here?"

Amira shrugged in response. "All over. Some inside, some outside, some underwater, some in the air... It depends on the student, their house, and their skills. What are you going to teach?" She pondered, wondering if any of her classes were to be taught by him.

"'The Art of War'. Like a crash-course in small military operations. Oh, it's gonna be a blast. And hopefully I can get the go ahead from administration to take the class along for some ExOp contracts. Give 'em a taste of the mercenary life."

((My replies will be delayed, I'm on HEX organizing stuff))

((I understand))

He looked around the large open area, surveying his surroundings. "Of course, this all depends on me finding where I'm supposed to sleep. Also where I'm supposed to teach". He stretched, his back popping after sitting in the cramped cockpit of a jet for hours. "Sleep first. Definitely sleep first."

"On second thought, I'll get the tour later." Coben said, turning toward a building that looked like it would be used for classrooms. "I'm just gonna see if I can catch one of the teachers and have 'em point me in the direction of a bed. Thanks anyway though." he turned and left, dragging the luggage cart with him. "See you around." he moved toward ths building, hoping to find someone who knew where he was supposed to sleep. Or a map. And if that failed, he'd just find a soft looking spot on the ground and catch a quick nap. It had been a very long flight.

((Oh I'm so sorry))

((I figured something was up, you usually respond promptly. Didn't get a notification?))

Amira shrugged, saluting at his retreating form. "See ya," she called after him, which was extremely informal for him being her teacher. She turned away as well, giving the jet a final once-over before sprinting across the lawn and back towards the student dorms, where she'd probably spy on some kids as usual. She had very odd ways to spend free time, but then again, what teen assassins didn't?

Coben [Arming the strong, aiding the weak] wrote: "((I figured something was up, you usually respond promptly. Didn't get a notification?))"

((Probably))