[center][h3]Oli Cinter[/h3][/center]

Oli had gone jogging down the halls intending to track down the three, and deliver the news to them in person. He had gone down a whole flight of stairs when he summoned one half of The Great Ali and face palmed. The almighty smack of the Arm against his face echoed shortly down the halls and the stair well. The leather cestus gauntlets left a wide red mark on his face after he pulled it away and then dissipated into the air. The grey haired man sighed, "I am an idiot. May her majesty forgive my stupidity." He about faced and headed for the teachers collective offices, these being apart from his own personal offices down in the gym area. These are usually used when a teacher has need to get access quickly. Their own little cubicle to do quick work and store information. Oli burst through the door just short of the Kool-Aid man. He stood in the doorway briefly looking around to see if any other staff were in the room. Then with a grin made for his cubicle, sliding into it and booting his personal computer up.

After a short but he's logged in, and into the email system. He hums softly. 

[i]To: OHelgrem, HDurand, JQuinn
From: OCinter
Topic: Special School assignment
Gentlemen, Good morning, 
I know I don't usually do this, but the school has need of your attention and services. For an extremely important event coming up. If you're interested, and I really hope you are gentlemen, please report to the Gym Office as soon as you can please. I'll join you there shortly.
Oli Cinter
[/i]

Oli made sure everything is there then nods, "Alright, and off you get!" And soon,an email is sent to the three young men he's trying to track down.

Logging out of his computer and turning the screen off he gets back to his feet and with a quick hop he's out the door, waving to the few other staff members in the room before making his way down to the gym and his office down there. Wondering if he'll get there first, or he'll walk into to see the three of them there waiting.

[center][h3]Jordan Quinn[/h3][/center]

Jordan had just lined up another shot, he'd hit eleven of the bottles so far, with a total of fourteen shots. Which isn't bad if you think about it. This next shot should be twelve. He bites his lower lip softly, ignoring the soft jingle in his pants pocket of a message received. Ca-snap! La Longue Carabine fires, a blue bolt of solid energy lashing out...

And tips the bottle he was aiming at! So close! Jordan lowers the musket-like weapon, and goes about reloading for the next shot, when his phone jingles again to let him know of the message. With a sigh he pulls it out, tapping out his access code then looking at the email, "Special School assignment...Oscar and Henry are in on this too?" He knows of them, not exactly friends, not that he didn't want to be, but despite anything Jordan can be shy sometimes. He nods, "Well whatever this is..." He looks around at the bottles, "Better clean up first..." He looks around at the empty court, "I don't think anyone will mind..." He starts taking bottles and tucking them away where they won't be in the way, so he can come back some other times set some up and shoot, if Vazquez is going to be a dick more then well he wanted to make sure.

Takes the long haired Canadian abit, but soon he's starting to make his way towards the athletics section of the school, and Coach Cinter's office there.

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