The next day, after school, I went up to the briefing room, still feeling a bit unsure about this whole idea. It would've been great if Greg was here, but you know, he's more of that FMA stuff.
As I was heading up the stairs, Malachi and September joined me, and soon enough Tisiah and Nikki came from the right.
We entered the room, immediately catching Mr. Drails's attention.
"You know, you could've knocked," he said. "Oh well, come in."
We sat down, as he laid back, taking off his glasses. "Alright, what's the problem?" he asked, scanning all of us.
"Not much of a problem, but more of a solution," Malachi said with a chuckle, which Mr. Drails leaned in now with interest. "Solution?"
"We found a way to put a tracker on Luthor Bane, which will require someone that is kind of in prison," I said. "Not that we're doing a prison break."
"What–what…what?" Mr. Drails asked, shaking his head in confusion. "What do you mean?"
