3. English Project: Part 1 (1/2)

english project: part 1

"alright, kids, i have an announcement to make." professor irina said as she walked into the room, opening the door and slamming it behind her before she walked up to the teacher's desk and placed her belongings onto it. "sit down and zip your lips."

everyone did so with a confused expression, with terasaka bearing the sole expression of annoyance.

"what's going on, professor bitch?" maehara raised his hand and spoke without waiting for a prompt. "you don't usually have any announcements to make. koro-sensei is the one who does stuff like that."

the woman simply sighed and placed her hand on her forehead exasperatedly. the aura she was exuding, one of strong bloodlust and irritation mixed together, would have frozen a standard soldier in their tracks. "are you ever gonna get tired of calling me that…?"

"nope!" maehara, with a cheerful bloodlust completely unlike that of his teacher, shot back with a carefree grin while everyone else slid their chair one step away from him to avoid the kill radius.

"shut your mouth,

at!" irina retorted, slamming her hand onto the table and then cleared her throat to continue. "anyway, this time, the octopus left this to me. it's about your term project for english."

immediately, everyone

oke into a collection of confusion. hushed whispers and uneasy shifting in their chairs began making noise. irina immediately began tapping the blackboard with her finger loudly, and the resulting noise was loud enough to catch the students' attention and return their full attention to her as well as hush everyone.

"anyway, there has to be a project for english as well as your other classes. the octopus talked to me about it, and we decided on your projects yesterday."

instantly, the class let out a groan of complaint in response. the typical student's response.

"a project on top of assassination?! gimme a

eak!" mimura cried out in mock agony, slumping onto his desk like the oxygen had been drained out of him.

"now, now." she clapped her hands to call her attention to them, and they slowly quieted down again. however, their expressions were far unhappier than earlier. "i made that point as well, and your perverted octopus of a teacher agrees." the blonde replied, waving her clipboard back and forth. "so he agreed to allow that the projects be simple. i took it from there."

"so? what's gonna happen now?" karma spoke up from the back, the only one who remained unfazed. his feet were propped up on top of one another on his desk, his hands in his pockets like usual.

"what i've been teaching you is language skills and social skills. in other words, you know how to blend in wherever you go. you've learned charm, seduction, and some tactics that they won't teach you in school." irina said, her cherry red lips curling up in a mischievous smile. "so, we will be spending a day in paris."

immediately, the class raised eye

ows and made frowns. yada raised her hand to ask a question, not waiting for irina to call her before she spoke. "wait, why are we going to paris for an exam?"

"you see, written exams are useless for what we've been teaching you about assassination. you can only go so far when you write down what you know." irina replied, taking a piece of chalk and holding it between her fingers. "so, this is a practical exam."

"a practical exam?" nagisa repeated, still dumbfounded. "so? what will we do?"

"simple." irina stepped down from the elevated platform and walked over to nagisa, leaning forward and patting him on the head. she kept her eyes on the whole class as she did so, glancing from the eyes of one person to another. "koro-sensei and karasuma are busy setting up a fine dining event." she twirled the chalk once and then flipped it like a coin, catching it in midair when it descended from the apex of its fall. "you will attend the event three days from now as guests. and there, you will mingle with the attendees."

"t-this is an exam?" okuda asked, her face reddening a little bit. "why is this-?"

"in short, you're testing our capability to blend in with society while attempting to kill our target." karma said, grinning.

everyone who was already confused was now lost, and they turned around to stare at karma. meg spoke up first, still trying to wrap her head around what she was hearing. "wait, what target? what are you talking about?"

"at this event are a number of black market dealers, smugglers and underground mafia bosses." irina continued with detailing the test, the glint in her eyes turning serious. her smile had disappeared as well, making the atmosphere tenser. "you are to find them in the event, keep an eye on them and apprehend them when you have the opportunity."

and at that point, half of the class got to their feet in shock. but before any of them could raise a voice, their teacher raised her hand to silence them. "relax, we're at the location along with your ridiculous, perverted octopus of a teacher and a special ops unit as the bodyguards." she crossed her arms and leaned her back onto the chalkboard, closing her eyes. "nothing will go wrong, so focus on your assignment."

everyone, left with nothing else to say, simply stared in silence as they tried to process what had just happened.

"…so, is that it?" isogai spoke up, trying to recover from his initial surprise.

"yeah, that's about it. i expect you guys to dress up and prepare for the occasion." irina said with a sly, devious smirk as she took out a cigarette and a pistol. with a loud bang that made half the classroom start, she shot the end of the cigarette and lit it. she winked seductively and then walked towards the door, saying, "and don't forget your manners!" before she closed the sliding door. the wooden door made a loud sound that made people flinch in shock at the loud noise.

"…so…" nakamura spoke up first, yet she was just as lost for words as most everyone present. "…what exactly is going to happen?"

"simple." karma called out from the back, as laidback as can be. "we're going to apprehend some criminals, assassin-style."

"so…we're gonna infiltrate some party, pretend to be part of the event, look for some bad guys and hand them in to the authorities." hinata summed up, letting out a sigh that clearly held a mix of frustration, exhaustion and irritation. "man, this sounds like it's gonna take a lot of effort."

nagisa just shrugged in reply. "i guess we can just be glad that we didn't have to do an actual term project." nagisa said while laughing.

"i agree with him." ryuunosuke replied in a monotone voice, his arms crossed and his eyes hidden under his long bangs like usual. "we're actually going to have problems dividing our time with a term project. this one i mind less."

terasaka frowned, his eye

ows knitting. "i wonder…are we allowed to kill these guys?"

"no, that's why they used the word arrest." isogai answered, despite the fact that he was on the other side of the room. "koro-sensei doesn't want us to become killers."

"exactly." karma agreed nonchalantly. he turned his head to face ritsu's monitor, his fingers twirling an anti-sensei knife. "hey, ritsu? mind if you show us a list of the people at the party?"

"please wait a moment. i shall download the data." ritsu replied, her virtual avatar nodding once before it disappeared. what replaced her on the monitor was a large number of programs opening near-simultaneously. numbers and words began filling them, and it wasn't long before the text started scrolling downwards automatically due to the sheer amount.

"what are you doing?" kayano asked, still a little confused and lost.

"we can't assassinate anyone without information." karma replied matter-of-factly, slowly standing up and walking over to ritsu's monitor. "if we don't know who to catch, we might as well be trying to kill our teacher with nothing but a wet towel."

sugino chuckled lightly before nodding. "fair point."

…this is a test to determine if we've learned anything from professor karasuma, professor bitch and koro-sensei. nagisa thought to himself. he could feel his tired eyes widening as his blood began pumping faster and his body tingled with energy and anticipation.

i have to work hard.

somewhere in the back of his mind, nagisa could swear he heard professor irina cursing like a sailor at her nickname.

"so, these are our targets."

the lights of the classroom had been dimmed and the windows shut, making the entire class e room dark. a projection of a slide from ritsu's terminal displayed itself on the chalkboard on the opposite end of the room from where she was.

and on the projection, there were a total of 10 faces.

seven of these people were men, and they looked like they'd come out from the worst of the times. some had plainly visible scars on their faces, one had an eyepatch and yet another had one ear. they all looked like large, gruff and aggressive-looking foreign men that seemed like they'd been through wars and survived by gnawing on bones.

however, there were three out of the ten that stood out.

one was a handsome looking caucasian young man that, even from a picture, gave off a powerful cold vibe. his eyes radiated with a mean, calculating glare that seemed like it could stab through

icks with ease. his most striking features were his long white hair that ran down to the small of his back and the single scar that ran from the

idge of his nose to his left cheek in a straight line, as if he'd been scraped by a dagger.

"…he's wearing a lab coat." sugaya pointed his finger at the man's shoulders that were at the bottom of the picture, noting the collar and the white cloth on his shoulders. he indeed had a point, because the lab coat was clearly being worn over a black suit. "is there something about that?"

"…hmm…" ritsu let out a grunt of thought before she immediately got to work, and a few seconds later

ought a few more windows of information onto the projection. various pictures and pages of text came up, and the pictures all presented him with various people also wearing lab coats or suits. "…it would appear that this man is a very influential scientist. he seems to work in the field of drugs…and he has a solid position in the black market."

"so, in other words, he creates illegal drugs and sells them to people who want them?" nakamura concluded, her eye

ows knitting. "sounds pretty heavy."

suddenly, ritsu's face appeared in a skype-esque window on the projection. her expression had completely shifted to a serious one. "…i managed to scroll through his recent transactions, and it would appear that he was the man who helped engineer the prototype for the poison given to everyone at the resort."

everyone immediately stiffened and scowled at the same time, and their bloodlust joined together and infused the air with its heavy, thick aura.

…so this is the guy who helped professor takaoka? nagisa thought to himself, gripping his pen more tightly.

ritsu minimized the windows to her taskbar and

ought up one of the other two pictures.

the next one was a picture of a lady that was clearly european. her skin was very white and her hair was blonde, with a large hooked nose that drooped downward very prominently. she looked clearly like she was in her early forties, with several wrinkles on her face. one of her hands was in the picture, and it held a single nail file.

yada reacted nearly immediately, her table making a loud sound as her knees struck the desk. "th-that's one of irina's former classmates!"

karma was very interested by that, and perked his eye

ow upwards. "hm? what do you mean?"

ritsu answered in yada's place, immediately

inging up a few pictures on the projector of the woman. several of them were with other women that looked very similar to her, and they were all wearing thick fur coats and hats in a dim, snowy environment. "she's one of irina's former squadmates for when she trained under lovro. according to the database of information that irina has provided the government with in exchange for allowing her to remain here without being

ought into custody later on, this woman was her senior and is even more experienced and skilled in the area of assassination."

"so, not only do we have a major drug producer at this event, but also a deadly assassin." kanzaki muttered worriedly, placing her hand on her cheek and pushing the soft fat inward as she absorbed the information. "this may not be too easy…"

the pictures and information were minimized again, and ritsu

ought up a picture of the third person.

he was clearly an old man. his skin was

own and his eyes were slightly his short, spiky hair was grayed with age, accompanied by the look in his eyes of a senior. he had a serene, peaceful smile on his face as if the picture being viewed by class e had been taken for a family photo shoot on christmas day. it was also clear that he had a slight hunch, as his figure was more visible than the other pictures so far. he was wearing a dark green and

own scarf around his neck, and his chin was decorated with a messy goatee.

"this man is a mafia boss located in north america, though his descent is asian." as ritsu continued to recite what information she was reading, pictures again came up on the screen. this time, however, there was a lot more information on him than the other two. "he's considerably less protected than the other two." ritsu appeared on the projection once again, this time with her entire body. she pointed her finger at one of the pictures, where the man was sitting in a chair with no one else around. "he's known for his excessive cruelty and psychotic tendencies. he must be approached with more caution than anyone else on the list."

"great." sugino let out a whine and laid back further in his chair, placing his hands behind the back of his head. "so, anyone have any

ight ideas? i'm lacking."

"hmm…"