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Ah, teamwork.

Genesis lounged in the chair behind the teacher’s desk, looking more ready to sign autographs than to teach and the smile toying at his lips was hardly likely to reassure any of his students who knew him. Or, for that matter, his co-teacher.

Who was thrilled with him.

"Yo. Rookies." Reno was trying not to be too obvious about talking through clenched teeth, but with the way he was standing about two steps behind Genesis and occasionally directing death-glares to the back of his head, it was apparent that he was having problems. "Welcome to Teamwork 101, where even the teachers apparently gotta learn this junk as they go, yo."

Reno had not been planning on this.

Of course not, which was what made it so very entertaining. "As, presumably, most of you signed up of your own will," Genesis said dryly, "I’m going to assume that you are all aware that this is a class wherein nearly everything will be done with the aid of at least one other person."

Genesis smiled thinly. "Today, it’s introductions. You are all to pair up, find out enough about each other to introduce your partners and then do so. Reno?"

“This guy here is Genesis-with-a-weird-assed-last-name,” Reno replied, nodding towards the SOLDIER. "Passin’ not-bad with a sword. Obsessed with red leather and purple apples, yo. Quotes bad poetry."

Well. The exercise didn’t say that they had to be nice about it.

That it didn’t. Genesis looked amused. "And my introduction was courtesy of Reno, last name need not apply. He drinks too much, eats too little, and once upon a time, murdered, spied and kidnapped people. Got paid well for it, too."

They were clearly going to be besties.

Reno cleared his throat, sparing the back of Genesis’ head another dirty look, and then shrugged and shot the class a strained grin.

"And you wouldn’t believe the health benefit package for that, either. So! Get to it, yo. And if any of you are lookin’ to TA for us this semester,” you know, the well-paid murderer and the... other well-paid murderer, “swing by after class and we’ll see about it, yo."

And Genesis smirked. He was allowed as, after all, he’d gotten the chair.

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Another nod, this one more enthusiastic. "Very useful." She looked over at Wesley, suddenly a lot more interested. "Do you have any here on the island?"

"I do, actually," he answered, pleased by her interest. "I've quite the arsenal, actually. Shotguns, handguns, rifles... I believe, strictly speaking, we're not meant to have these things on the island, but I do need to practice, so if it's for my education..."

Oh, yeah. Real badass right here.

"It is my understanding that as long as they are not on school grounds, they're allowed." Or as long as you don't get caught with them on school grounds.

Then she added, "I keep quite a few in the weapons lockers."

Oh. Well, Wes kept some in his room, but they were in a locked chest and unless his roommate's dog had opposable thumbs, he was thinking they were safe for now. Although that was actually possible, around here.

Hmm.

"Would you like to practice together at the shooting range sometime?" he offered. "Last term I taught a friend of mine how to shoot over there. It's a very nice place, very well-equipped."

Triela smiled. "I'm familiar with the shooting range." Gun club would have made sure of that, even if the fact that shooting was part of her morning routine hadn't done so already.

"It might be interesting to shoot with someone new." See if he was any good.

That was pretty much what Wes was thinking, too. Nothing quite like judging someone else's shooting ability.

"All right," he said, clapping his hands together once as a sort of then-it's-settled demonstration. "Then we'll go."

The social skills on this one, really.

She nodded in agreement, as if it was, indeed, settled just like that. "When shall we meet?"

"Perhaps over the weekend?" he suggested. "I've classes and work most of the days this week, so sometime over the weekend might be best."

Triela pursed her lips. "I have an... engagement over the weekend, unfortunately. Perhaps sometime next week, or next weekend?"

Mmm... an engagement. Something to do.

Well, that didn't sound sketchy at all.

"Next weekend sounds fine," he said pleasantly, doing his best to ignore the curious part of his brain that immediately started speculating about what terrorists she was going to kill.

"Good." Triela smiled. Now she had something interesting planned for two weekends in a row.

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