Who: Frankie and Henley When: Monday August 12 Where: In class and hallway after class ended. What: Henley trying not to notice WINGS Rating: low Status: closed/incomplete
Wings. Holt was right! There was a girl in the class with fucking wings poking through her uniform. Bright. Red. Wings. Looked like a dragonfly but red. He tried not to be rude and stare but .... WINGS. He didn't think it was some sort of prank either. If it was they were damn good. It was the first time he'd seen the girl. He would have noticed before.
Classes on the other hand were tough. It had been sometime since Henley had been in school and this wasn't normal school. Firearms and etiquette - like which fork to use. Henley had only known of one fork and that seemed to work just fine to eat with. And then there was field medicine and non explosive firearms. He read all weekend and now that it was Monday, it was starting all over again. This time it included computer hacking and languages. He was, in a word, screwed. He didn't mind the firearms classes because he had an interest in learning how to shoot for real (picturing Richard's face didn't hurt) but the rest? This noise was going to kill him.