<strong>Name</strong>: Donel “Hector” Thompson<br/><strong>Nom De Guerre</strong>: The Engineer<br/><strong>Position</strong>: Instructor of Super Science and Technology<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Hall of Oracles - Auditorium<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>: Carter (mentioned), Zhang<br/><br/><br/>Hector’s brows knitted over top of his goggles as he heard the roar of accelerated air being forced over a travelling object, the sound energy that was building could only be the result of a shockwave, and he hadn’t been expecting an F-16 or any aircraft of the like to be flying through the auditorium. There was a vacuum at the double doors and sound vibrations were not only resonating through the walls, but through the stage as well. The entrance burst open, following a rush of twisting papers that rocked to the floor like confetti, celebrating the entrance of one of Nebula High’s troublemakers—if you asked him. The scientist breathed a sigh almost at the same time Ms. Zhilan had. Carter…one student he could hardly wait for to graduate. He was a rule-breaker for surely he had known that there was no running in the school hallways, especially at speeds—if not exactly but nearing—his optimum. He had been the one to record it, and if he hadn’t been behind a wind shield he could have been swept away or even ripped apart by the negative wave. If Principal Neutron didn’t act on it, Hector would have to educate him on the dangers of Speedsters running through the school at such speeds. A Power Point presentation would be in order.<br/><br/><strong>I do not think they would allow pets inside the school, Hector.</strong><br/><br/>It was Ms. Zhilan again. What was she talking about now?<br/><br/><strong>Sorry. I just had to see what made you so excited all of the sudden. Though I would love to see how you would come up with that device of yours. It would be interesting to see whether it would work. Also, I would not mind offering my assistance in a way if it does.</strong><br/><br/>It was then Hector assumed that she had intruded upon his genius without his permission. What was he to expect from such a nosy woman? She was a guidance counselor and had the power of telepathy. No wonder the students didn’t visit her. She made it her business to get into their business. Well, she was getting paid for it. Her methods were perhaps logical. It was her<em>job</em>. Quieting his musings, he hadn’t expected a person like<em>her</em>to be interested in any invention he could create.<br/><br/>Hector finally turned his head to regard the Asian woman, his goggles emitting an adjustable buzz.<br/><br/>“What does a guidance counselor know about radiology? I hadn’t expected a pupil of the social sciences to be interested in…I’ll put it simply, ‘things she wouldn’t understand.’ However, I will take you up on your offer to be my guinea pig when the device is finished. I assure you that it will be a success. With my intellect, failure is a mistake comparable to forgetting how to sleep.”<br/><br/>He turned his attention back to his notepad, continuing his doodle that had a border of several formulas and calculations that to one that hadn’t understood may have looked like Greek.