Will You See Me?

Classes Starting

CoveOps. I'm going to nail it. Joe's going to go hard on me, I can tell so I'm going to push myself that little bit harder and make sure that I am known at this school. I grin. I've got a plan.

My roomies and I, as I suspected, get along extremely well. And they are helping me prank Joe. We take the elevator down to Sublevel One, bringing with us a pot of glitter (pink, I might add) and a pack of normal playing cards concealed in an extra outside coat pocket and an umbrella each. Oh, and we're all chewing gum. Just, because.

We got down the elevator after 3.5 minutes. I was counting seconds. I step outside and stop momentarily, amazed at the pure glass that is found under the centuries old Gallagher Academy. I start to pay attention to my surroundings. 17 tables, 18 chairs. 3 copies of Advanced Encryption and 5 copies of the magazine Espionage Today. I sit at a table near the middle of the classroom. My table is from Eula's Tables and More which means a lot more than you would think. It takes Mr. Solomon 2 minutes to walk through the door. In a second, I have his clothes memorised along with the knowledge that he has 5 knives in is shirt pocket. His shoes have kick-off backs that change colour and his coat is reversible. He is wearing two belts under the shirt and he's wearing a brown hat.

In the next 6 seconds, he moves 1 copy of Espionage Today two inches to the left, switched one of his knives with a USB. The USB that used to be mine. And then leans his back against the desk, pushing a button with his lower back. The writing on the bottom of the desk that clued me into the supplier lights up orange. I instantly am on the edge of the seat, knowing that as soon as he moves off that button, that the And More part of the table will go into effect.

"Close your eyes." We do as he says. Even with my eyes closed I know that he is 4 metres in front and 1.70 metres to the left as he speaks.

"What's my name?" Swahili.

"Joseph Solomon." The rest of the class replies quickly.

I wait until they all answer. "Joseph Felix Solomon." Heads turn my way, including Mr. Solomon's. But, the class doesn't know who said it. As always, I had come into this classroom without being noticed. I feel my roommates smirk on either side of me. Joe sighs. "Very good, Miss Dray."

"What state are you in?" Chinese. Everyone is quick to answer.

"The current president of Ireland?" German. It takes a second longer for the answer to come out of everyone.

"Miss Sali, if I were to grid reference all of these tables with the X axis to your left, what coordinate will you be?"

"If I were to ask you how many knives I have on my person right now, what would you answer with, Bianca?" Bianca is fast. "4, sir. Though you initially walked in with 5." I smile.

"Miss Dray, how many times did your elevator change directions?" I frown. I was counting seconds. I go back through them. 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10,11,12,13, pause. That was when it changed direction. I go back through all 3 and a half minutes and count how many times I paused in my counting. 28. "29, sir." I can practically hear the smirk in his voice as he says; "that is incorrect, Miss Dray." But I have an answering smirk on my face when I answer with;

"No, it isn't sir." My smirk grows as I sense his confusion. "You seem to be forgetting, Dear Joseph, that when an elevator starts to go down that it has changed directions, so the very start should be counted as the first change." Heads are turning my way, but I know that I have just proved my worth to this entire class even though they only know me as Miss Dray.

"Very good" he says," but now, ladies, it's time for a real pop quiz. Open your eyes." I do as he says, along with the rest of the classroom. I look at my friends. Pulling out the 3 of clubs. They nod. Now all three of us are perched on the edge of our chairs waiting for Joe to-