Russell walked cautiously into the hall again, keeping an eye out for security.  The coast seemed clear, as his stride lengthened, making a bee-line back to his locker.  He was due upstairs soon, and with his attendance record for that subject low enough as it is, he'd have to turn up.  It's not a problem he'd have if they taught something interesting.  Not that he'd ever have a need for classes in probability, or economics, he thought, his black book in mind.  At least he'd get a good nap in before the meeting.  Club meetings always manage to wipe him out...<br/><br/>A heavy hand fell on his shoulder.  Russell froze, turning around to look up at the security guard who chased him out.  Ah crap...  He gave him a stern look, before reaching into his pocket.<br/><br/>"Twenty on the Bruins over Anaheim," he said gruffly.  Russell grinned, reaching for said black book.<br/><br/>"Done," he said, scribbling the wager down, before taking the guard's cash and making for his locker again.