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He’ll also bring you up to speed on a few things you need to know. We’ll see you in class tomorrow.”
    “Yes, sir,” Vince replied, rising from his seat. Mr. Transport followed suit, and the two exited the room. They were scarcely out the door before Ralph whipped his attention over to Professor Stone.
    “So, what was he lying about?”
    “Nothing.” Professor Stone barely kept herself from snapping. The older woman had had plenty of practice minding her tongue; however, she’d also long passed the point where she felt needlessly compelled to tolerate other people’s rude bullshit. “His thoughts matched his words in every regard. The recount was as honest and accurate as he could give.”
    “Impressive. I’d expect no less from the son of Globe,” Ralph muttered. “Or perhaps you merely aren’t adept enough to pick up on his deception.”
    Professor Stone opened her mouth to tell him to shove it up his ass, but Professor Pendleton proved quicker on the verbal draw.
    “Are you a fucking idiot?”
    Ralph glared at the lean man, Professor Pendleton’s own expression one of presumably mock confusion. Professor Pendleton leaned on the conference table, head pressing against his lengthy fingers as he stared right back at the man making this situation so very uncomfortable.
    “I beg your pardon? I must have misheard you.”
    “I asked if you’re a fucking idiot,” Professor Pendleton repeated. “Do you know how many Heroes live long enough to retire? Or how many of that percentage are active combat types? Let alone how many are considered skilled and smart enough to take a position teaching in the HCP. Here’s a hint: not very many. Yet, the woman sitting in front of you did all of that, and has been educating other Supers to do the same for decades. And  you  think to question  her  abilities? That makes me wonder if you’re a goddamned moron.”
    “You certainly have a curiously high opinion of HCP professors, given that they allowed a convict to become one,” Ralph shot back.
    “A convict who was active and constantly pursued for well over a year before being caught,” Professor Pendleton countered. “Immoral, unethical, illegal, all of those words can be used to describe my activities, but the fact remains that I was really good at what I did. And I’ve got nothing on Professor Stone.”
    “Very well,” Ralph said. He turned back to Professor Stone, but there was no question that his malice was still lingering on Professor Pendleton. “My apologies for doubting. So, everything Vince told was true as he knew it?”
    “Correct,” Professor Stone confirmed.
    “Then what remains next is to determine what Globe hoped to accomplish by having the boy battle endlessly for months on end.”
    “Actually, that’s the easy part,” Dean Blaine corrected him. “It was training. We can speculate on the why all we want, but there’s no other way to interpret his activities. Any HCP graduate will tell you the same.”
    Ralph snorted. “Seems like a waste of time. How much could this George fellow possibly have taught Vince in a couple of months?”
    Had Ralph been born with telepathy, he’d have heard a resounding chorus of thoughts wondering just how big a dumbfuck he could possibly be. Professor Stone had to cough into her hand to keep from laughing.
     

3.
     
    Nicholas Campbell tossed the final empty box into his apartment complex’s dumpster with a curious sense of satisfaction. The moving company had done most of the real work—what little there was when moving into a furnished apartment—but he still felt as though he’d accomplished something by emptying the few boxes of possessions he’d brought with him. The items had been stored in closets and chests as appropriate, leaving a home that was far too organized to pass as the domicile of a regular college junior. He’d have to muck up the place before having anyone over. Such was the onus of blending in. At least his new persona