[b]Trinidad Academy - Early Morning [6 AM][/b]

Pablo couldn't help but chuckle as Carsi was caught with his metaphorical pants down. He then decided to come to the guy's rescue and say, "This guy is Carsi Cruz Maurice Tyrone; tenth of the top ten students of Trinidad Academy. And yes, he's a boaster." 

Looking at Drake, Pablo continued, "Good question; the random raffle is meant to lessen the chances that the security detail might be compromised by the Hammer of Masters or some other organization. Like it or not, many of the more powerful Arms Masters flirt with Hammer Philosophy at some point in their lives, at least in their thoughts."

[i]Power and a sense of entitlement to said power; it is one hell of a drug. I'd be addicted to if not for my constant exposure to my sword's abilities. But now, should I let Carsi say something?[/i] The boy thought.

As Pablo went quiet, Carsi took up the discussion again and said, "Pablo's right; check the school bulletin board if you guys don't belive me. As for my Noble Arm, it's a set of three darts that create portals to -"

Carsi's exposition was interrupted by Pablo clearing his throat; the nascent fellowship did [i]not[/i] need to know about the limitations of Carsi's power - That it went only to places he had seen before, even if it was from a picture. 

After all, there were plenty of places Carsi will have to go to in the future that he could not have plausibly seen before without sparking suspicion. And Pablo did not want to reveal his own powers and how they gave Carsi the knowledge that loosened his limitations. So he shut up again and let Carsi say something distracting, something that would allow himself to fade quietly to the background once more.

"Either way," the Irish-Filipino obliged, "Two out of three have joined the prospective security team; I'll make preperations to... Arrange the raffle shortly, once we get our first break."

Then the door opened, and Ms. Ellora Minnie, the homeroom teacher, returned to say, "Students, we are going to have a special guest today; the President of the Philippines; Grace Poe herself. A special 'Honor Guard' that will supplement her usual security detail will be chosen via raffle today, and our first class, English, will be canceled to provide time for said raffle - Which will be held in the auditorium - as well as preperations to join the Honor Guard. Carsi Cruz Maurice Tyrone," she looked at the redhead, "Will be the designated leader of the Honor Guard, which will be sent to the Director's Office once the raffles are drawn in order to be briefed on their objectives."

[b]Unnamed Oil Tanker Off the Philippine Coast [/b]

It was not time yet for the Operation, and the Disabler Cell was still masquerading as regular crewmen. The appropriate bribes had been pre-paid to the Philippine Coast Guard, so the Oil Tanker would not be bothered for a while yet; enough time to get into position.

Monsters needed to die, and the Disabler Cell's leader, Alice Fitzpatrick, would make sure of it. As the 38-year old brushed a lock of red hair from her eyepatch, she mused over her losses and how she had found the Disablers; how they had helped her rebuild her life after the death of her son in a dispute between Arms Masters. She looked behind her and for a brief moment, thought treason - That perhaps the monsters in the Academy did not need to die.

After all, her dead son was one of said monsters himself.

[b]Trinidad Academy - Director's Office [6 AM][/b] 

The pieces were all set, but the Hammer Mole's sudden inaction had to be adapted for; Pablo had said that one of the few limitations on his power to reveal the truth was that the future was constantly in flux, meaning that he can only reveal a few possible futures. And this was one of the less likely ones; one hard for him to adapt to.

But the Director was made of more flexible stuff in this circumstance; he preferred not to play games with the Hammer Mole.

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