To say his Master had connections would wind up being abit of an understatement. The fact that he had been sitting there behind the principals desk, feet propped up on the desk as he leaned back and getting them left alone was just a small deal.  And beacuse of that, David had to listen to almost four hours of constantly being chewed out for his stupid, reckless and unprofessional behavior. How he was no where near his father's reputation, how he needed to learn some discipline blah. He had heard it all before, but really what else could he have done at the time? The scene was contaminated to badly, it had to be purged and that was the quickiest solution. Not the most pleasent, but effective. Could he really be faulted for that?<br/><br/>Apprently.<br/><br/>"By the way," his master said in a more calm voice. "I want you staying on your guard, at all times. We've gotten some reports that i'm not liking very much." He explained. "Some local guild calling themselves the Lexington assassins seem to have a member in this school. And no, before you ask we don't have any intel on them yet. Just keep it in mind, and keep an eye out." He said as the man finally stood up. He was a short man, only about 5'5 with long brown shaggy hair and a toned phisque. "Make sure if they try anything they understand the error in crossing the Black Hand." He said before simply leaving the room.<br/><br/>With that ordeal finally gotten through, David just left and school with it, deciding it had been an exciting enough day for once. So there was another player in his game at the school? well, School had always been pretty boring, who knows, maybe this would help liven things up alittle. But right then, he just wanted sleep.