[h3][color=6ecff6]Sebastian Prescott[/color][/h3] September 5th, 1969 0728 HRs A knock echoed from the door to the school's newsroom, the door opened a few moments later with a familiar face to some of the school paper's staff - if a majority of them were here at this time. Sebastian Prescott, he was a senior this year and last year somewhat of an intern and junior writer for the paper. He didn't have a permanent placement with a writer or editor, he was sorta around and occasionally assisted in editing. He was back, his position within the club would be decided at the meeting later today. He was wearing a sweater vest and a pair of cargo pants, a yin and yang sign along with a peace symbol are pinned above his left breast. His hair is messy and brown, he wears what may be considered a nerdy pair of frames. The young man stepped into the office and looked around, it took half a second for him to spot Miller who he began to walk over to. [i]"Oh - Miller, hey how are you? Your - Your summer how was it, weird seeing you in this early considering everything right? What's uh, your schedule?"[/i] His hands slid into his cargo pants as he painted a smile on his face, the young man kinda hovered over Miller as he stood near her desk in the room. [hr] [h3] ? [/h3] September 5th, 1969 0730 HRs [i] "Where are they?"[/i] Croaked the older man as he checked his watch as he stood near the maintenance entrance to the school, his hair was graying and his facial features were obscured with a bandana. Beside him was a younger woman, a pair of black aviators and communist bandana were wrapped around her face - on her back were two backpacks that appeared to be heavily straining on the young woman's back. The man wore a black trench coat and a pair of black pants, he was constantly checking his watch. The woman was clad in partisan like clothing, olive drab army esque clothing. [i]"So, the drop was - moved here to the school? I thought we were going somewhere neutral?"[/i] Chirped the younger woman, she sounded to be in about her twenties. [i]"This is the neutral drop."[/i] The man replied, he checked the corner briefly before turning back to the woman. [i]"If they dont show up in ten, we're gone."[/i] [i]"You're the boss."[/i] The woman replied. [hr] [h3] Sloan & Jackson [/h3] September 5th, 1969 0731 HRs [i]"This is Sloan and Jackson, we're on scene to Greenville High - how copy base?" [/i] Sloan's voice was rough and mature, for a twenty four year old deputy, he sounded more like a thirty in a something mid life crisis. [i]"*chhk* Hear you loud and clear boys!"[/i] [i]"Waters, sweet girl eh Chief?"[/i] Jackson looked over at the road and then to the school before looking up to Eli. A box of donuts sat in between the two of them, Jackson's gaze fell over the box before he met Eli's eyes again. [i]"We're here to make sure the staff are safe this week, and uh make sure Jones car isn't vandalized again. Who - Oh Waters, why don't you marry her already you - Eli you. You know son, one day you'll settle down and realize how bad it is. Waters is a good girl, but she's our only receptionist and I'm not letting you take her!"[/i] The two erupted into laughter, Jackson went to drive the car up a bit further as it was aimed to the front of the school. The engine began to lock up and the car came to a halt. [i]"Get Stricklen on the radio, this piece of shit - we're getting new patrol cars I swear to god if it's the last thing I do I'll goto the damn legislators if I have to!"[/i] Jackson screamed out, Eli quickly grabbed onto the radio system and keyed the mic back to Walker. Smoke began to bellow out of the engine as Jackson got out and started kicking the car in a fit of anger. [hr] [h3]?[/h3] September 5th, 1969 0731 HRs A group of twelve black men came up behind the duo, the two turned around instinctively hands on something hard polished and metal in their hands as they were ready to draw. Half of the group were just teenagers while the rest were grown black men, they all wore black and had some sort of identification indicating they were black panthers. Berets, pins, clothing it all pointed to the Black Panthers Party for Self Defence. The ones for Madison in fact as Jermal Williams was heading the party. [i]"Woah woah woah, cats. Keep your claws in your paws - hehe. Sorry, I know this isn't ideal but we had to drop these boys off and it's early, no one is here. Well, the cops - that's why we're late we went through the back." [/i] The duo took their hands off the waistband firearms they were carrying, the older man stepped forward to speak. [i]"Money, you get the goods and we're gone alright?"[/i] Williams put his hands up as if he were trying to appease a greater being. [i]"Cat.. You need to relax, we have the money alright? Let's make it shake and we'll be out of your hair."[/i] He snapped his fingers a few times and a rather large black man took out a few stacks of cash, probably around 2,500 USD and handed it to the man who immediately began to check the money. He made a motion to the woman who then took the backpacks off and handed it to the group who handled it with ease. [i]"Pleasure, gentlemen."[/i] The man said as he grabbed the woman by her shoulder and dragged her through the group as they headed for the back of the school. [i]"Fuckin' whitey."[/i] Williams said as took out a joint from his coat, one of his brothers lit the Rollie for him as he inhaled the narcotic deeply. The teenagers took out various cigarettes and rollies and the rest of the group lit up. Williams turned back, exhaling to the younger boys. [i]"We'll see you after school brothers"[/i] He said raising his fist, the teenagers replied by raising their fist as well and the group of older men departed to the way they came. The teenagers were left standing at the corner, conversing and chatting [hr] [h3] Ethan [color=black]Black[/color][/h3] September 5th, 1969 0800 HRs [i]"Move along, student."[/i] S/O Black commanded as Alex mocked him, once again. His hands tightened on his duty belt as he looked around the area, his eyes continued to fall on the mechanic and patrol car as he looked through the crowds of students who were entering the school. Mostly white, except for one of the younger black panthers that tried to walk past him. He grabbed the teenager by the wrist. [i]"I need to search you before you enter, standard procedure."[/i] He said before pulling the student aside, despite minor protest from the student the Black patted down the senior before finding nothing of interest. [i]"Go in."[/i] He gestured, and the student skulked into the building. [hr] [h3][color=ed1c24]Nick Kostashe[/color][/h3] September 5th, 1969 0806 HRs Nick looked over his shoulder, his eyes fell upon Alex who was standing behind him. Turning 180 degrees he faced the young immigrant. He put his hands up, framing her face with an impromptu camera shot from his hands which formed neatly into a square with her face sitting in the middle. [i]"Well well, if it isn't the prodigal tutor. How was your summer hun? My school semester is already fucked thanks to the old man, you don't happen to do a detention pardoning service do ya? My military Id only gets me so far these days." [/i]He says letting out a hot sigh as he stood towering over the smaller woman. His arms hit the open air above him as he stretched out in front of Alex. [i]"So after egging Jones's car he puts me up to clean the school then bullshits the janitor saying I'm smoking LSD and takes all my school rights away - like that!"[/i]He snaps his fingers in front of her as he quickly retracts his hand to his chest. [i]"I'm gonna fuck up his car later, for sure. It's written in stone, but the cops are still out there. So it will have to be until they leave, but about my classes uh. I dunno, do we still have the same deal going on chick cus I can't pay you at lunch it would have to be after class or something y'know?[/i] The line started to speed up, Taggert seemed to have his shit in line this year or perhaps a newb teacher got wrangled into aiding him today. Whatever the case, the line shrunk about a fourth of what it once was. Nick looked back at the line and then at Alex, before sending her a cheeky smile. Jones wouldn't be driving by the end of today.