Class Discussion
While they were supposed to be paying attention to another one of Jack’s lectures in class Violet receives a text on her phone.
She usually wouldn’t do this, but with what was currently going on she knew that it might be too important to miss.
As soon as she covertly reads the text while her phone is still under her desk she immediately begins writing a note and tries to pass it over to Love.
…Jack has been a teacher for long enough to notice this immediately though…
“...Well, since that note is so important then why don’t you share it with the class?” Jack asks with his usual monotone sounding voice. The students have been in this class for long enough to pick up on some of Jack’s smaller inflections and are sometimes able to tell whether he’s serious or not about what he’s talking about. This…wasn’t one of those times though. It was just something that he was required to say because it was part of his job.
Violet quickly crumbles up the note in her hands and places it behind her back.
“What note?” Violet uncharacteristically lies as sweat begins to cover her brow. “You know I am a responsible student who would never dream of doing such things in class.”
“...What do you mean? I just saw the note, Vi…” Love says with a confused look on her face.
Jack just raises an eyebrow in response. He’s been through this situation so many times that he didn’t even need to say anything to be able to mostly get his point across.
“...Fine…” Violet sighs as she uncrumples the paper and places it on her desk. “...I’ll fill you in on what’s going on…”
“...What do you mean by that?” Jack asks as his brow furrows slightly.
“...So…” Violet says as she clasps her hands together. “...Let’s just say that there was another…incident when we were shadowing the heroes a few weeks ago…”
“...What happened this time?” Jack sighs before asking.
Violet turns her attention away from Jack and towards Maka.
“...Hey Maka, you were there at the time…Do you mind explaining what happened?”
“...Yeah…Might as well?” Maka says as she folds her hands behind the back of her head and leans back in her chair. “...Okay…this happened while me and Love were shadowing Pythia and Ez…”
Maka recounts the events and quickly catches Jack up to speed.
“...So…that’s what happened…”
“...I’m surprised that I’m just hearing this now…Team Prism didn't tell me any of this…” Jack says as he walks to his desk and takes a seat while he took in this new information.
“...Maybe they didn’t want the word to get out so more people didn’t have targets on the back of their heads?” Ash suggests with a shrug. “...From what I’ve heard, Elizabella can hold a mean grudge…”
After processing this Jack turns his attention back towards Violet.
“...What did the note say?”
“...So…we were considering a secret counter attack during my mom’s upcoming work party…”
Jack pinches the bridge of his nose.
“...I understand why guys want to do this, but I’m not sure if everyone in this entire school would be able to even have the ghost of a chance of winning against The Chess Company…They’re a weapons manufacturer that also gets tons of extra funding from the government…Even the most prestigious of schools wouldn’t have even close to enough manpower or resources to compete with that…”
“...About that…” Violet says as she picks up the note.
This piques Jack’s attention.
“Team Prism already agreed to help us out with this, but I was just trying to tell the others that they were able to convince Team IQA to help us as well.”
Jack takes this into consideration before he continues to speak.
“Team Prism is a fairly new team and are decently strong, but if IQA is also there then…it’s not guaranteed or anything like that…but there might be a chance…”
Fang clears his throat as everyone turns their attention towards him.
“Hey Violet, I know you said that your mom uses her resources to destroy anyone or anything who crosses her.” He says as he rubs the back of his neck. “...Do you think that she’d be willing to destroy an entire school?”
“...I…don’t think…” Violet pauses before continuing as memories of her mom’s cruelty flash through her mind. “...I’d put it past her…I genuinely wouldn't be surprised if she did were to do something that drastic…The only reason I’d even doubt this for a second is the bad image it would give her company…Sure, my mom is a very hateful person, but she also does care about her company’s public image…”
“...Honestly, that doesn’t sound too surprising to me…” Jack says as he crosses his arms and leans back in his chair. “...A while ago a team of superheroes showed up to a strike when her employees were attempting to unionize…A few weeks later that entire team went missing without a trace…We still don’t have any solid evidence on what happened to them, but I have a strong hunch that she was involved…”
“...That’s awful…” Candi says as tears start to form in the corners of her eyes. “...Nobody should be allowed to get away with something that…evil…”
Candi looked like she was in actual physical pain when she said that word. She always tried to see the best in everyone, but after Calder she wasn’t sure if she was still able to do that.
“...I just…I don’t get it…” Candi’s shoulders slump as her face lowers towards the ground. “...I don’t think I’ll ever understand it…What gives her the right to…to…erase people like that…THEY’RE PEOPLE! People with hopes and dreams and others who care about them!”
Candi puts her head down on her desk. A few tears fall onto the wood as she folds her arms around her head.
“...I…I just…I don’t understand…” Candi chokes out.
Love, who has a few tears in the corner of her own eyes as well now, goes over to Candi and gives her a hug.
“...Okay…” Jack says as the students turn their attention back towards him. “...I’ll…see what I can do…”
As the students were heading back to their dorms after class they heard rustling from a nearby tree.
“...Did…did you guys hear that?” Fang asks as the others just shrug in response.
“...Huh…” Fang says as he shrugs himself before joining the others.
The students walk by a red dot on the wall of a building which none of them end up noticing.
“This is far even for you!” A man with a black cowboy hat with a feather poking out the side of it, a black vest with a white short sleeved buttoned undershirt, black slacks, and shaggy orange hair sits high up in a tree while holding a sniper rifle aimed at the ground. He chuckles to himself. “...But a paycheck is a paycheck!”