[center][h2][color=aba000]KRISS MAUSER[/color][/h2][/center]

Kriss sighed, pushing smoothly through the crowd to reach the teachers. Things were off to a rough start. He berated himself silently for the open show of skill he'd made. A proper assassin doesn't show all of their cards at once. They keep something up their sleeve in case they need it later, and he'd revealed both the gun and the Impact Cannon just to try and put someone in their place. It wasn't a total loss, though. He hadn't revealed his strength in hand-to-hand combat, and no one had seen him draw and sheath the knife. There were a lot of cocky first-years with pointy weapons this time. Maybe it would be better if they assumed he relied entirely on his gun. He made a mental note to take an advanced CQC course this time. Maybe Krav Maga if they offered it this year.

He wanted to snag a room to himself again if he could (he had shared a room the first year and it had not been particularly pleasant). Talking to Adam, or anyone for that matter, could wait. Reaching the line-up, Kriss flipped quickly through the lists, writing his name in block capital letters on the nearest unoccupied room. Breathing a sigh of relief, he headed for the cafeteria. No rush this time. It was a warm day with clear skies, and he needed to relax, and reload, while he had time. 

Kriss cracked a smile. Next time someone needed to be roughed up, he'd let Adam Solis handle it.

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