Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26130256-20170711055926/@comment-26104528-20170712013142

Stahlfritz sat back, tinkering away with some device in one of Flagg's polished technical classrooms. Each one had a decent size hexagonal desk with power and USB outlets, in addition to grooves for privacy screens during exams. The classroom was arranged like a minature lecture hall with a holographic projector built into the floor to give the entire room a clear view of a presentation as well as having a traditional screen in the back for text or things that would not benefit from 3-D projection.

Closing the device back up, he plugged it back into one of the outlets. "Hey Stella, try it out now."

The Tigress, standing over by Professor McNally, got out her scroll and did as instructed. Giving a thumbs-up to show it worked, she threw her jacket back on and started towards the door.

"Gotta get going Fritz. My class starts in half-an-hour." she gave him a quick peck on the lips.

"TAing or taking?"

"Taking. Advanced Long-Rang Tactics with Agent Callicut."

"Ah, I heard she's looking to join Sahali ACEs"McNally added from the back as he got out an old Midtower and plugged it into the grid. Air Cavalry Elite, or ACE for short was the Special Forces of the Federation; just being a badass didn't meet the bare minimum. A Masters in a STEM field, intensive training, ACEs demanded both brains and brawn.

"I think she taught Electrical Engineering 303 for me back in Spring; I'd vouch for her. Who needs the maintainence guy when we got her?" Fritz said with a shrug which Stella returned before leaving the room.

"I gotta tell ya boss, it's nice to be back. Even if it does get cold as crap down here." the cyborg shrugged as as plomped back down and put his feet up.

"I still don't get why we don't just pack up shop in Vale. It's clear they don't want us up there, let's go somehwere we are appreciated." McNally mused.

"Because Sahali pride is one of the few things that trumps business. Can't get pushed around if we want respect; that and Hargreave and Rasch think we can win this thing. I mean, we beat the Black Order Battalion way back then so I'd say we've had a warm-up." Fritz looked up at one of the frost covered skylights; mentally grumbling about being put on adminsitrative leave by Hargreave. "I dunno, I feel like I should be back in Vale sneaking through buildings, stabbing assholes in the neck, doing my job..."

"Fritz, everyone needs a break once in a while. That's why you've got other folks like Agent Stillmann, Agent Namers, Agent Dowbrowski to fill in. If ya spend too long in the field, you end up like the Realmheads; a bunch of walking gunblades that can follow orders." The bull started unplugging the Midtower and set it back on the cart. "Breccia sent you back here so you don't lose your mind; I wouldn't doubt the lady who's run Black Ops for 30-odd years before this. Now c'mon; we need to get another midtower from the basement. There's still old records on this thing and I don't know if we can wipe 'em." with that, the two locked and left the classroom.