Infiltration and Advanced Sneakiness, Class #1, Period 1, July 7th

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The Danger Shop was set to a walled cityscape at nighttime when the students arrived for class. The two teaching assistants stood at the ready position in front of the city gate, each in their official uniforms.

"Good morning," Elena said. "My name is Elena, and this is Anemone. We're not your teacher. We're his teaching assistants. This is Infiltration and Advanced Sneakiness. This class will be all about teaching you how to hide in the shadows, slip past the guards, and get where you're going without attracting attention. Especially if 'where you're going' is exactly where other people don't want you to be."

"As much FUN as causing a ruckus can be, it's not always the best way to achieve your objective." Smiling that was probably not reassuring, Anemone. "So today we're going to start with the basics. Hide-and-Seek and laser tag."

"With a few interesting twists," Elena said. She held up her weapon. "We have guns. You don't, at least, not yet. There are crates scattered around some of the central intersections -- some have guns in them, but some don't. Is it worth going after one? You decide."

"You can either hide all period, which counts as a win, or find a gun and take out others, also a win, but try not to get sniped yourself or you lose," Anemone cheerfully chirped. "This is a class about sneakiness, not killing stuff, and hiding well enough to survive counts. If you're really good, you'll find Professor Skywalker at the end of this class, which counts as the Ultimate Win if you manage to get the drop on him and tag him out," Anemone said. "But if you're that good, you probably wouldn't be here, and he cheats anyway --" which was part of why he was awesome. "-- so you aren't going to win that way."

"It's less of a win if you get either of us," Elena grinned, cocking her weapon, "but that Lesser But Still Impressive Win will earn you cupcakes next week. In five minutes, all the guns will power themselves on, so you'd better not still be standing here. Good luck. You're going to need it."

(co-written with the fabulous death_of_hope. Wait for OCD!)

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[squire-hand.livejournal.com]

James, also barefoot, was hiding in a crevice created where a poorly-designed roofline met the neighboring building on the second floor. He lay on his back in the shadows, breathing quietly, not even thinking, waiting for the hour to count.