The Liberal Assassin

Fashionably Late (2)

The screen became blank with a beep indicating that Kevin had successfully gone into sleep mode. Extracting the latest patch update, I copied it and ran it in the disassembler. When I finish the modifications, Kevin would be my perfect sidekick. I can't wait to try the new modifications to Kevin's simulation program.

From all the recorded history of my sparring sessions with Nash, I developed a program that will predict Nash's movements with the help of Horus. The new modification will allow Kevin to calculate Nash's next moves during our regular sparring sessions based on history and real-time muscle movements before Horus shows me the projected trajectory. The expected accuracy of Kevin's predictions would be raised to ninety-eight percent with this update.

"Tonight will be the night I finally defeat Nash!" I grinned crazily as the sound of typing continued on almost mechanically.

Time flew by faster when there was work to be done. Being late for an appointment was often the side effect, exactly the predicament I find myself to be in. Usually, it never bothered me as I had an extremely flexible schedule. However, I doubt the Academy will take too kindly to tardiness for a compulsory meeting.

New and improved Kevin helped locate my uniform suit while I fumbled around my room to find some socks.

"Sir, the time now is five minutes past noon. I suggest we use the charged orb to get to Crystal Auditorium."

Decisions, decisions. While getting dressed I had to contemplate my choices. The charged orb would save me a lot of time and with luck, the headmaster may not be seated yet. I might get away with it. However, being a fun-loving person, there were better ways of getting to a briefing.

My sight rested on a new gadget I was testing out. Light bending technology was long obsolete until I brought it back. Though imperfect, it will have to do. Grabbing the hair tie, I pulled my long blond strands into a loose ponytail at my nape before slipping on the ring.

Much like holographic images, the gadget hidden in the hair tie's bobble creates a wall of particles around me while I move. This allows me to become invisible to eyes and cameras. Hopefully, it would be able to give me an advantage over Nash for our spar tonight too.

As I twisted the dial on the ring to activate the invisibility field, I pondered over the other problem I would face. The only way into the auditorium was through that ridiculously huge door. Deciding it would be best to focus on running to the venue, I pushed the thoughts to the back of my mind. No problem would be too big for Titus Crowley. I will cross the bridge when I get to it.

***

Outside the Crystal Auditorium, I peered inside through a small vent. The headmaster was already inside and I groaned softly. Not only was the headmaster present, the only strategic place I could sit in that small auditorium was behind the last person I wanted to see.

Well, what had to be done will be done. Timing to open the door when the headmaster's focus was on the attendance list, I slipped into the auditorium and settled behind Raoul. He was too busy ogling at Monica to notice me as I undid the invisibility.

"Lastly, Titus Crowley," the headmaster frowned when he heard no response.

Opting not to answer, I smiled and waved from my seat. The old man looked up and scanned the room after calling my name for the second time. I don't blame the man when he stumbled backwards in shock. After all, I wasn't there two seconds ago.

"How are you doing?" I nodded to the headmaster who was still unable to make heads or tails of my sudden appearance. My voice made Raoul jump from his chair. The fall was spectacular in a fashion of tangled chair and limbs.

"Y-You!" he spluttered with a crimson face and I gave him an innocent look. Sensing an argument coming, the headmaster was having none of it.

"Sit right down now young man! I don't appreciate being interrupted." I smirked at the fuming star student as he reluctantly sat down but not without a glare in my direction. Satisfaction burned in my chest when Raoul was reprimanded by the headmaster for behaving childishly. The smirk on my face widened as the headmaster droned on about the approaching and long-awaited graduation ceremony before delving into more details about our credit systems.

The talk lasted a grand total of two hours which I found myself sleeping through. Sometimes I wonder why the Academy would rather waste two hours talking about what we could easily read from the student guide they would be handing out after the briefing.

Before the headmaster could dismiss us, I was already making my way towards the door. Raoul could find his muse elsewhere since I wasn't in the mood to entertain. It was only two in the afternoon but my body felt as heavy as obsidian. I needed to sleep for a few more hours knowing that I would probably not survive the night in my current condition. Nash wasn't going to go easy on me tonight just because I was sleep deprived.

After entering the room and doing the paranoid ritual, I flopped onto the bed. The pillow was fluffy and the mattress soft. I was totally at bliss with how they seem to eat up my fatigue. I sank further into the bed after removing my shoes but didn't bother changing into sleepwear. With a large yawn, it didn't take long for me to drift off.