Captain Green couldn't help but notice the large breasted girl run past him, her jugs bouncing along like basketballs.  He stopped and turned to call back at her.  "No running.  You know the rules, miss."  He didn't reveal his sudden arousal, even his face did not redden as many men do when confronted with such fine young examples.  He waited till she complied and continued on toward the new teacher's room.  Had to make appearances, it was what kept the animals in line.  He pushed open the door and quickly took in the situation.<br/><br/>"Stand down Johnson.  If they really wanted to do something, they would have waited till your back was turned." he informed the guard with the pistol.  Looking to the new teacher... Ms. Lane he recalled he understood that she would be trouble.  Fresh outta school more than likely, and pretty to boot, yeah... she spelled trouble with a capital T.<br/><br/>"Ms. Lane, correct? I believe the principal informed you of policy today? You do not leave the box, under any circumstances save total emergencies.  My men and women are quite capable of handling the students, and I hope that today's little encounter will serve as a reminder as to why.  Now then..." he strode forward, click, click, click, stopping by the young man that was under his guards knee.<br/><br/>"Young man, I think you should reconsider your games.  Such will not be tolerated.  You really don't want to be sent down to the Labs, now do you?"  His eyes looked over the rest of the detention class, taking each one in and memorizing their faces.  He knew a few of them, troublemakers all, and he instantly knew that something else had started it.  Finally his eyes rested upon Mark's hand, watching as the color returned to normal. "Ah, I see.  That old gag."  he looked up at Ms. Lane. "Wrong color.  If he had truly been in pain, it would have been white, then bluish.  Loss of blood due to restraints is common enough.  However, please familiarize yourself with the symptoms more." He slammed the punk kid in the face with an elbow and watched as blood sprayed from his now busted nose.<br/><br/>Glancing over the rest of the students once more, daring them to meet his icy gaze, he walked back to the front and waited for Ms. Lane to return to the box.