
"G o o d evenin', class. My name is Flash Maverick an' I'm here ta' train an'
prepare you for Supernatural Tactical Warfare..." The urban accent he was
influenced by rolled off his tongue, smoothly, into his heavy voice. A baritone
of a voice it was and with a calm demeanor that could've given an eerie pres-
ence with his seismic and electromagnetic aura. It couldn't be seen but easily
felt.
"It's my understanding that you already have trainin' classes an' while I'm not
here ta' shine down on tha' other professors, I can say that self defense is
very different from tactical warfare..." eyes going from one student to the next,
his gazes strong and direct without flinch or hesitation between the stares
and his words. "Before I get inta' too much detail I'll ask that you bring these
few things to our next class -- a scarf, face mask or anything that'll cova'
your mouth an' nose. The second thing is initiative; I can lead a horse ta'
water but I can' make him drink... I can show each an' every one of you how
ta' take your powers to tha' next level... levels beyond what anyone is doin'
but you gotta want it."
Continuing his slow pacing in front of the class, looking from eyes to eyes
to eyes, "First things first... attendance..."


