[h3][color=3C9699]Lucy Miller[/color][/h3]
September 5th, 1969
0728 HRs

She looked up from her book as the door of the room opened. She was surprised to see Sebastion Prescott this early in the club room.[color=3C9699] "Hey, Prescott. My summer was fine, I guess. Slow. You?"[/color]

She saw movement out the window and tipped back in her chair, looking over Prescott's shoulder. There was a suspicious looking duo standing outside. She half listened as Prescott continued to talk as she watched them. [color=3C9699]"I just signed up for the bare minimum this year. I have a free period, thankfully."[/color] She watched the duo be approached by a group that was obviously from the Black Panthers. A drug deal? She watched them exchange money and two backpacks. The original duo left and the remainders blazed up as soon as they were gone, right in broad daylight. She watched as they disbanded shortly after.

She decided not to say or do anything, though she knew she could get them caught if she acted now. She didn't have anything against the Black Panthers, nor did she consider them a terrorist group like so many citizens of the nation did. She knew they did good things as well as bad. She had actually wrote a piece about it last year titled [i]The Black Panthers: Hell-raisers or Unlikely Heroes?[/i] in which she had dubbed them [i]"neither angels nor demons, but simply humans banded together and willing to do anything, moderate or extreme, to help their neighbors and families survive and prosper in an oppressive society."[/i] She had received many an angry letter from students and even a few parents about that little piece, but she was proud of it nonetheless. If anything, the negative feedback just told her she was saying what people didn't want to hear but needed to.

Besides, it looked like they were only lighting up molly, and she had done the same a few times. She didn't see any reason to be a hypocrite. She turned her attention back to Prescott once they were gone.