http://badassbutler.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] badassbutler.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fandomhigh2006-08-16 10:57 am
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Stealth and Deception #6, Wednesday Morning, Danger Shop

As the class entered the saw Alfred standing behind a table in a large, column filled room. "Good morning class. Grab some breakfast and sit down, today is a long lecture day. I doubt we'll do anything practical."


"Now we've talked an awful lot about both stealth and deception, but there's one key element that we haven't discussed, one that I considered adding to my class title it was so important. It's one thing to get your way through a situation by lying, by decieving the searcher into thinking he's seeing something else. It's another to hide out of his vision, to make him never know that you are there.

"And it's quite another thing, though, if you do not have to employ any of these tricks," Alfred started to say before he suddenly and without explantation shimmered and disappeared.

"Because you have your searcher's attention focused somewhere else entirely," a voice said behind them. Aflred stood there with a remote. "I'm talking about distraction. The art of getting your enemy to look somewhere else entirely. Unfortunately," he continued, throwing the remote onto the table and walking around to the other side. "I have no particular techniques to demonstrate to you today. Becuase in this, there is not particular technique that works for every situation. More often than not it is merely the act of seeing an opportunity and grabbing it. Throwing a rock or a coin to imitate the sound of footsteps, rigging a disaster that requires the guards to all come running, making a feint, splitting your forces, and of course, the ever popular "blow up something important". These are all methods of getting your opponent, our paranoia created "constant searcher" to look somewhere else than where you are."

He walked over to the control console, pulled some glasses out of his pocket, and consulted a piece of paper. "Alright... this may take a while class, and for that I'm... no, wait! I've got it."

The scene shimmered and the students found themselves standing outside what appeared to be a small building.

"In this compound are secret documents," Alfred said, "vital to the well-being of the world. They are also, however, guarded round-the-clock by armed guards. The inside is filled with metal corridors, important machines, and all sorts of fun things which can be used for distraction. Including," he said looking over his glasses, "a small cache of explosives. So, what I want you all to do is dazzle me with your creativity. You're all a very bright and smart group, and today I am expecting to walk away from this room thinking "My heavens, I had never thought of that before. If only I had, that job in Mozambique would have gone so much easier. So go on, get into pairs and start dazzling me. I will provide any tools you want save those which could potentially be used as weapons. We're looking to get the enemy looking the other way."

[[Wait for the OCD Have fun!]]

Re: Talk to Alfred

[identity profile] bound2blade.livejournal.com 2006-08-16 04:46 pm (UTC)(link)
For some reason, Sakurazaki had been nervous about having to do this since she knew she had to. "Sir?" she bowed and presented Alfred with her pass (http://fh-office.livejournal.com/38013.html?thread=311933#t311933). "I regret that I will not be able to be here for the last class next week." But she is glad that, of all her teachers this session, he should understand why without too much of a problem.

Re: Talk to Alfred

[identity profile] bound2blade.livejournal.com 2006-08-16 04:53 pm (UTC)(link)
"I was looking forward to what you were going to have me do, too," Sakurazaki lowered her head with a wry little smile. "I've got to go back to Japan for a job." Oh, the irony. Can't play ninja here because she had to actually go be one there.

Re: Talk to Alfred

[identity profile] bound2blade.livejournal.com 2006-08-16 07:17 pm (UTC)(link)
"Um, I don't know? I'm not really sure how this whole thing is supposed to work, but I'm sure that if you know and say it's okay, it is okay?" Frankly, it didn't matter to her that much. She was less worried about getting slapped with a detention when she returned than being slapped with a bullet to the head if she didn't go at all.