Scott and Cain, Wednesday afternoon
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xp_logsCain knocks on the headmaster's door to recruit Scott for a sweep of the dorms for contraband. Guess who gets to be the bad cop!
Cain walked down the hallway, whistling a tune to himself. He watched with amusement as some of the students gave him a quick wave or nod, while others immediately found somewhere else to be. Apparently his suggestion to Terry the other night that anyone with contraband dispose of it quickly was being taken to heart. He'd already found three empty liquor bottles in one of the trash bins outside.
"And they say I can't be subtle," he murmured to himself with a pleased smile as he knocked on the door to the headmaster's office, then eased it open a crack. "Hey Summers, you got a few?"
Scott, who for one wasn't buried in paperwork but instead, had retreated to his office to practice blinking - he'd apparently forgotten how to do that on the injured side, and what was the point of having a lifelike prothesis if you didn't blink? - looked up at the nod. "Sure, Cain," he said, a bit startled. "What's up?"
Cain walked in and paused in mid-step. Something looked different about Summers, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. "So, I took Terry aside yesterday. Says she lost track of time working late Monday night, but we both know that's bullshit. Security logs show when she got back in." He took a seat across from Scott, leaning back carefully in the chair. "Think I gave her a good scare, let her know if she wants to be a trainee, she better get her ass in gear and straighten up."
He rubbed his jaw, chuckling. "Also let her know that there may be a bit of a shakedown inspection for some of the other students who've got some contraband-type stuff stashed away. Since Chuck pointed out a while back that the school's responsible for these kids, I figure they could use a good reminder of what they ain't supposed to be doing."
He pulled a folded paper from his pocket with a list of students and room assignments. "So, feel like being an overbearing stick in the mud, oh great Headmaster?"
"Contraband, huh?" Scott asked with a wry smile, getting up. "Now, what did I do with my Captain Fuckwad hat... that's a yes, by the way." He gestured for Cain to precede him back out of the office and locked the door behind them. "So, you think you made an impression on Terry?"
Cain nodded, checking the room assignment sheet against the class schedule he'd printed out. Inspections were so much more effective when the inspectees were actually present. "She wants this. And I think she's determined not to screw it up. Put a little bit of the fear o' God in her, she'll take it seriously. These kids, some of them you can't do a damn thing with. Others just need a little push, I think."
He looked down at Scott with furrowed brow. "And before you say it, no, I ain't gone soft on 'em. I just think the little shitheads have learned a thing or two in the past few years. Don't go thinking I like 'em or nothing."
"I wouldn't presume," Scott said a bit absently, thinking about Terry. And Bobby. "You up for running detentions if we happen to find anything?" he asked, looking up at Cain. "I find that you and Ororo generally make the strongest impact on them..."
Smiling widely to show teeth, Cain gave a rumbling laugh. "Hell, that's half the motivation right there." As they stopped before the first door, Cain blinked, finally noticing the lack of eye patch on Scott.
"Hey!" he exclaimed, "new eye! It just decide to up and grow back on you?"
Scott blinked - with one eye - and then laughed. "Don't I wish. No, this is Forge's latest project." He rubbed at the scars on the side of his face thoughtfully. "Odd, looking in the mirror this morning." He regarded the door for a moment, then looked back up at Cain. "You make a much better bad cop than I do. Feel free."
With a nod, Cain pressed his ear to the door, then knocked loudly. "Open up!" he barked in his best imitation of his old drill sergeant, "I want to see closets, drawers open, and cabinets unlocked! This is a shakedown, boys and girls!"
Looking over his shoulder at Scott, he winked. "I love bad cop."
Cain walked down the hallway, whistling a tune to himself. He watched with amusement as some of the students gave him a quick wave or nod, while others immediately found somewhere else to be. Apparently his suggestion to Terry the other night that anyone with contraband dispose of it quickly was being taken to heart. He'd already found three empty liquor bottles in one of the trash bins outside.
"And they say I can't be subtle," he murmured to himself with a pleased smile as he knocked on the door to the headmaster's office, then eased it open a crack. "Hey Summers, you got a few?"
Scott, who for one wasn't buried in paperwork but instead, had retreated to his office to practice blinking - he'd apparently forgotten how to do that on the injured side, and what was the point of having a lifelike prothesis if you didn't blink? - looked up at the nod. "Sure, Cain," he said, a bit startled. "What's up?"
Cain walked in and paused in mid-step. Something looked different about Summers, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. "So, I took Terry aside yesterday. Says she lost track of time working late Monday night, but we both know that's bullshit. Security logs show when she got back in." He took a seat across from Scott, leaning back carefully in the chair. "Think I gave her a good scare, let her know if she wants to be a trainee, she better get her ass in gear and straighten up."
He rubbed his jaw, chuckling. "Also let her know that there may be a bit of a shakedown inspection for some of the other students who've got some contraband-type stuff stashed away. Since Chuck pointed out a while back that the school's responsible for these kids, I figure they could use a good reminder of what they ain't supposed to be doing."
He pulled a folded paper from his pocket with a list of students and room assignments. "So, feel like being an overbearing stick in the mud, oh great Headmaster?"
"Contraband, huh?" Scott asked with a wry smile, getting up. "Now, what did I do with my Captain Fuckwad hat... that's a yes, by the way." He gestured for Cain to precede him back out of the office and locked the door behind them. "So, you think you made an impression on Terry?"
Cain nodded, checking the room assignment sheet against the class schedule he'd printed out. Inspections were so much more effective when the inspectees were actually present. "She wants this. And I think she's determined not to screw it up. Put a little bit of the fear o' God in her, she'll take it seriously. These kids, some of them you can't do a damn thing with. Others just need a little push, I think."
He looked down at Scott with furrowed brow. "And before you say it, no, I ain't gone soft on 'em. I just think the little shitheads have learned a thing or two in the past few years. Don't go thinking I like 'em or nothing."
"I wouldn't presume," Scott said a bit absently, thinking about Terry. And Bobby. "You up for running detentions if we happen to find anything?" he asked, looking up at Cain. "I find that you and Ororo generally make the strongest impact on them..."
Smiling widely to show teeth, Cain gave a rumbling laugh. "Hell, that's half the motivation right there." As they stopped before the first door, Cain blinked, finally noticing the lack of eye patch on Scott.
"Hey!" he exclaimed, "new eye! It just decide to up and grow back on you?"
Scott blinked - with one eye - and then laughed. "Don't I wish. No, this is Forge's latest project." He rubbed at the scars on the side of his face thoughtfully. "Odd, looking in the mirror this morning." He regarded the door for a moment, then looked back up at Cain. "You make a much better bad cop than I do. Feel free."
With a nod, Cain pressed his ear to the door, then knocked loudly. "Open up!" he barked in his best imitation of his old drill sergeant, "I want to see closets, drawers open, and cabinets unlocked! This is a shakedown, boys and girls!"
Looking over his shoulder at Scott, he winked. "I love bad cop."
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