Tuesday, November 26, 2013
Who: Keir and Rhiannon What: short chat and perhaps some training When: Tuesday afternoon Where: the training facility Rating: nothing naughty Status: closed/incomplete
Keir always felt like he was wasting his time in the academic classes. On Tuesdays and Thursdays, he mostly ignored his teachers and focused on studying more advanced subjects. So far, only one teacher had ever given him grief for it, but Keir's marks were the highest in his class, so there really wasn't much room to complain. He preferred Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. Those days were all about power use and control, which Keir liked. Following his physics class, he decided to head to the rec center to workout. He needed a break from the remedial instruction he'd just endured.
After running back to his apartment to change into a tank top, mesh pants, a hoodie, and sneakers, Keir made his way to the combat room. It was occupied. No surprise there. The room was popular, especially with younger students who weren't allowed to operate the dome without supervision. Keir looked at the sign-up sheet outside the door to see who was inside. Rhiannon Jackson. She was a Centurion agent. Keir knew who she was, but he'd never really conversed with her before.
Not caring if it might be considered rude, he knocked on the door. Keir was still thinking about the whole idea of whether he would become an agent. It would good for him to interact with current agents more. Maybe it would help him decide if that was the path for him.