<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>: No one<br/><br/>The voices that filled the auditorium were a cacophony of noise. Incomprehensible speech gathered into a sound similar to ocean waves, but not as pleasant. Hector had been seated in one of the chairs reserved for the staff. He was sitting in the third chair to the left of the Vice Principal and the Guidance Counselor with the other chairs to his right. His right leg was crossed like a four overtop of his left, his white lab coat parted about them in roomy convenience. His arms were crossed before his chest, his gloved-hands resting against his biceps. Every now and then, the contraptions would flare with bluish-white ropes of electricity before fizzling out. The black goggles about his head moved every time he blinked constantly adjusting to his focus with a quiet, electronic buzz as they rotated, extended a few inches, and then retracted. His gadgets had caught the fascinations of a few students sitting closest to the stage, and although they couldn’t tell from his head gear, he was watching them, trying to figure out what they were thinking, and he knew exactly what!<br/><br/>The brown-haired boy’s lips opened and closed in a puckered O shape, his eyes were wide in awe, brows lifted, and pupils dilated. He then proceeded to turn to the sandy-haired young lady next to him, directing her eyes to glance his way. Her pink lips twisted in an amused grin before she raised the back of her hand to her mouth, apparently whispering some sort of jest about him that got the two laughing. From what he could conclude, the boy thought that he was cool, while the girl thought that he was intimidating and perhaps even a strict teacher. Well, he did have high expectations, but they were reachable for ones of such inferior intelligence. Hector was convinced that he could train a monkey to pass his class. Preferably, the<em>pan troglodytes</em>.<br/><br/>The sooner the principal took to the podium, the sooner he could leave to test that theory.