Dangerous

"They are learning about what?" A gentle voice mumbled from behind a giant monitor. Video cameras focused on a classroom of thirty plus students, many of them looked bored, some just looked tired.
A soft rumble of a voice filled the room. The voice belonged to a tall blonde male, it had a English accent on it, and to many, sounded like butter in a melting pan, or chocolate on a warm day. "Depends" he mumbled "what class is she in?" He asked.
"Looks like geometry..."
The blonde sighed, clearly annoyed. "You are a fucking moron, what time is it?" He asked, his voice a bit stronger.
The male sitting behind the monitor tried not to flinch "It's..." He looked down at his wrist "eight seventeen." He said looking back up at the blonde.
The blonde didn't bother looking down at him, but his ice blue eyes where focused on the monitors. "Then yes, she is in geometry... And she's learning about.. Rational symmetry. Didn't you go to school?" He asked harshly.
"How long are we going to sit and watch her?" Another male, who had just entered the room and stood tall in the doorway, asked. He glared at the back of the blondes head "she will have graduated by the