<hr/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lgiacgnOpn1qaclw9.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name: Michael Axe</strong><br/><strong>Nom De Guerre: The Watcher</strong><br/><strong>Position/Grade: Junior </strong><br/><strong>Location: Outside Goliath Stadium </strong><br/><strong>Tagging: Connor, Anyone </strong><br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/>Rolling his eyes at Connor's...antics, for lack of a better word, Michael held the transmitter and rangefinder in his hand. A brief look of concentration on his face, the transmitter and rangefinder began to slowly morph and change. A few minutes later, Michael held a watch in his hand. Scrutinizing the watch, and finding no obvious faults, Michael pocketed it and headed in the direction of town. After all, he didn't have class, besides he needed to get batteries for his new watch.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">The Watch</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51-I9OQC6sL._SL500_SS500_.jpg)</div></div>