Tactical Espionage (Hobbs/Barry)

[Dante Stark]

Stark had walked into the compound he'd been dressed not like your average hunter instead he was wearing clothing aimed at teenagers.. He'd opened the door instead of wearing his usual combat boots in their place he was wearing a pair of bright red converse.. Instead of his black jacket he was wearing a red t-shirt and some armbands on his wrists.. He was lugging a medium sized case and he'd stopped outside Hobbs room knocking on the door before entering..

"Yo- I'm here to take you to school... Guess what i found out Logan's doing one of his college lectures and i just happened to enter two transfer students into the school's database.. And well guess who we've got teaching us... " Stark laughed he may have been dressed like a twat.. But when it came to mischief he always knew he could count on Hazel to join in on his escapades.

Stark stopped dragging the case and left it in the middle of the room, it'd looked like he'd robbed a clothing store for most of its get-ups.. Even if he had they'd still need to go undercover if they were going to screw with the self proclaimed Commander. Stark looked around as he'd closed the door behind him..

"C'mon Hazel.. It'll be a laugh since our last escapade.. this time we won't blow shit up.. We get to sit in a nice classroom and fuck with Logan. " Stark smirked he always was one to have a practical joke.. And he knew there was bad blood between the Commander and Her... So instead of being a good Lieutenant to Vaughn, he'd take Hazel to mess with his class and show him up in front of his students.

"Please, Please Hobbs.. It'll be like the best day ever... And when we're done i promise to buy us a fuck ton of beer.. Or something.. Just humour me for a little bit.. What's the harm in playing undercover unless you're going to do it right... and i was going to ask you don't have any coloured contact lenses do you. " Stark enquired as he looked through the wigs in the trunk.. No way was he going to wear a wig..

Instead he'd left his hair flat.. And he'd shaved Logan had never seen Stark with a clean shaven look.. It almost made him look slightly younger, he'd always get asked for ID when he shaved that's why he didn't do it as often.. But he'd wanted Hobbs to join him as she was his partner and the closest thing to a best friend.

[Hazel 'Hobbs' Yeung]

There was a knock on the door, and after an impatient man's waiting period, the door opened anyway. Hobbs had been on her laptop, but she could have been half-dressed, even naked, or sleeping. Whoever had barged in had better have a damn good reason for doing so.
"And what if I'd told you to go awa-" Hobbs began to say, then broke off when Stark came in dressed like a teenager and hauling a suitcase behind him. She froze, her eyes flickering between Stark and the case. She honestly had no idea what to make of this, and Stark looked like he was about eighteen. Had he... shaved? The guy always had stubble.

Stark quickly told her of his master pranking plan, and Hobbs looked slowly from the suitcase back up to Stark, a slow smile spreading over her face. "You're either kidding, or the greatest troll I've ever met."
She shut the lid of her laptop. "You look ridiculous, by the way. Like you've stepped off the set of a teenage drama." She hopped off her bed and came closer. She stood right in front of Stark and stared carefully into his face. "You should have shaved in a little soul patch, then this look would just scream college douche." She looked down, picked at the red t-shirt he wore. "And what the hell is this? Are you sure college kids dress like this these days? Maybe you're getting too old to be down and hip with the youngsters, Stark."

This time we won't blow shit up.
Except Logan's ticker once he realised who they were. Stark opened up the suitcase, revealing what looked to be the wardrobe of a master spy.
"Did you shoplift an entire costume shop or something?" She folded her arms, looking dubiously at Stark. Then her face cracked into the widest grin she'd ever grinned.
"Alright, you got me, I would pay handsomely to see Logan's face." She went to her wardrobe and opened it, before sitting in a wicker chair to one side as she pulled off her prosthetic leg. "What names did you put us down as? Please say you didn't give me a shit name. If I'm Hope von Trapp or some shit I will throttle you." Tossing her leg onto the bed, she pulled out her silicon prosthetic leg and fitted it onto her knee. It had been modelled after her other leg to make it look as realistic as possible. She tested out the ankle motion for a few seconds before standing up and reaching into the back of her wardrobe. As it so happened, Hobbs kept a small stash of coloured contacts; a little makeup, strategic shadows and a bit of contouring could do wonders for a disguise, and Hobbs knew that she could change her appearance drastically with just a few touches, a wig and different coloured eyes. Kicking the wardrobe doors shut, she went back over to Stark and looked at his eyes closely. They were green. Dark green. He would look more different with brown eyes, but as Hobbs had dark brown eyes herself, she had no reason to keep such contacts with her. However...
"I've got a deep amberish - light browny coloured set," she said, holding out the lens capsule. The shade was lighter than her normal near-black eye colour.

[Vaughn Logan]

((OOC: Just going to say it, I hate both of you, so very much lol! So I figured you two would post again about being in the university doing your escapades and mingling with the college kids before entering Vaughns class. Then I'll post. Because right now I see no reason to post or reply lol. ))

[Dante Stark]

Stark had taken the lens cases, he'd set about putting them in his eyes before handing the small case back to Hobbs.. Standing up tall he'd readjusted his Superman belt buckle.. "Alright, i may have looked like i stepped off a TV show set.. But i wanted to look as teenage as i could... I stayed up all night watching Teenage shows to get my own attitude.. Why does nobody say Dude anymore.. did we really make way for a generation of douche bags..? " Stark laughed then she'd insulted what he looked like and began to set about saying he was too old to be hip with the kids..

"Hey I'm pretty wizard..! Or cool however it's said.. As for our names I'm Dean Wesson and you are Samantha Smith… I hate going to school.. I freaking aced it in England but American schools are always the worst... But C'mon Sammy we've got to be there before we're late." Stark smirked as He and Hobbs had left her room and set about getting to the top levels where Stark had rented a car so Logan would be less suspicious..

"I went looking for something classy and i found this baby.. She's a rental but man I'd wish i have bought one of these.. Also we're the best trolls ever.." Stark smirked as he opened the Impala's door and hopped inside the classical beast.. After Hobbs had joined him he'd set about driving towards where Vaughn taught..

Stark stopped the car and pulled into the nearest space, he could see kids looking at his rental as he'd stepped out and looked at them.. It'd felt like he was the new kid in school again and they had all those people looking them down... "Well.. This is unexpected i thought the place would be a lot more.. Party and less study.. But it appears it's more study.. and they look that dude has a freaking Rastafarian hat on.. What the hell.." Stark pointed at the hippy while he'd exclaimed to Hobbs.. "Let's get our troll on.. " Stark said as he'd walked away from the car towards the building.

[Hazel 'Hobbs' Yeung]

Hobbs' face fell. "I say dude," she said slowly, her voice sounding quiet and sad. She also said man, and bro. Oh God, was she getting old? Was that like saying things like funky and groovy back in the noughties? She was only twenty-five! She graduated from university two years ago! She should not be getting old at this rate!

He'd enrolled them under the names Smith and Wesson? God, that boy was way too into his guns. "Samantha Smith? Oh man, that means I've gotta dress up like a white girl!"

Hobbs dropped to her knees and rifled through the boxes under her bed. She knew she had a dress somewhere around here. She pulled one out; a cheongsam, about as Chinesey as you can get. Nah, that'd give the game away immediately. She pulled out others, dresses she hadn't worn in years since she left university, and eventually pulled out a red one, a cute little number with three-quarter length sleeves.
"Alright, gimme a few minutes, this might take a while," Hobbs said, stripping off her shirt over her head and pulling on the dress before sliding off her cargo shorts from underneath. She sat at her dresser, and pulled on a pair of tights hastily, working it carefully over her silicone foot and over her leg. The hem of the dress reached her knees, so it would mostly hide the obvious line that showed where her real leg ended and her fake one began.

She pulled out her makeup drawer, and rummaged around in it for a few moments. Usually all she used was thick black kohl, but Hobbs would need to go for the nude look in order to make herself look drastically different. She pulled out a mixed eye shadow palette, lipstick, and a set of thin, transparent strips. She opened the case of strips, took out two, peeled the cover papers off them, and placed them onto her eyelids. They stuck onto her skin, and then she carefully creased her skin back to make it look like she had a white girl's double eyelid. The speed at which she applied the eyelid strips, and the fact that she had them at all, indicated that this wasn't the first time Hobbs had altered her appearance to look like somebody else.
She popped open the eye shadow palette, and began to use the numerous browns and greys and creams to contour shadows around her eyebrows, temples, and around her nose to give it the definition you generally didn't see on Chinese faces. With the lipstick she reshaped her mouth, using concealer to cover up where she'd made her lips look thinner than what they were, put on mascara, shaped her eyebrows with a pencil, and finished up by popping a set of pale green contacts in her eyes. She blinked them in and went over to the case full of costumes to rifle through the wigs. Blonde looked too obvious, red was too garish, black too near her normal hair colour. She eventually opted for a deep brown caramel coloured wig, with shoulder-length waves, and she slipped it on in seconds over her short hair, before taking a moment to rearrange the blunt cut fringe and finger comb the knots out to achieve a more natural tousled look.
Then, she slipped on a pair of ballerina flats, grabbed a messenger bag for that college kid look, and glanced in the mirror. Stark looked younger, but not too much different, but she? She looked like a totally different person. She was practiced at changing her appearance, and it showed.

"Alright," she said, pinning back the sides of her wig with a couple of bobby pins as she followed Stark from the room. "Time for Smith and Wesson to go to Professor Logan's lecture."
Hobbs followed Stark to his rented car, and climbed into the passenger seat with a raised eyebrow. Just how many college kids drove a Chevrolet Impala? Never mind.
Hobbs checked her makeup in the mirror on the reverse of the sun visor as Stark drove. She smudged in the eye shadow here and there, smoothing out lines that had already been smoothed out. She was very conscious of her makeup rubbing off; Stark had shaved and changed his clothes, but she had changed her entire face. Going from sharp-featured Chinese woman to generic white girl was not an easy feat.
When Stark parked, Hobbs got out, pulled her dress low enough to cover her right knee. The prosthetic was the same skin tone as her leg, and the tights would help blend in the join, but if you looked closely enough it was obvious.
She took a second to look around, where kids were walking in groups to their next lectures. Hobbs had rather enjoyed uni back in England, but here she was knew that there would be culture differences, and would be ready for them.

It was a moment or two before she realised that Stark had set off walking already. "Hey Dean, wait up," she called, before hurrying up and looping her arm around his in a couply fashion once she'd caught up. "Do you have any idea where Logan teaches?" she asked him under her breath.

[Vaughn Logan]

((OOC: Lol, I still have that one picture of Hobbs stuck in my head...Anyway, once you guys get in the class and all of that I'll make my appearance. Think of the classroom as a lecture hall. ))

[Dante Stark]

Stark and Hobbs had been walking through the campus and Stark stopped looking at a boy band poster.. "Sammy, What's a Justin Bieber.. I mean is it a boy or a girl.. I'm so confused.. " He uttered as they continued down the hallway, he'd scouted out Logan's classroom a few weeks prior.. Stark opened the door to the empty lecture hall.. They probably had an hour to cause some mischief before the class had started. Stark covered the door while Hobbs had walked down towards the desk.. Stark looked at some of the college girls walking past the door not paying any attention to him..

"So, uh Sammy what are you going to do.. Edit his presentation or something worse.." Dante smirked as after around twenty minutes Hobbs had returned and they left the classroom and joining the students out in the halls.. They blended in almost too perfectly, they should have gone undercover more often as this was fun and yet still thrilling.. Stark adjusted his shirt and he leaned up against some lockers trying to look cool and blending in.. He'd felt almost like he was back at school except in his previous school where he had to wear a posh uniform..

"Is this like prison, if i beat the biggest dude up i get the most the most respect.. Does it work like that.. It worked in prison.. That was a fun time in solitary.. worth it.. He uttered to Hobbs the other kids didn't seem to be paying attention as he was talking to her, it'd felt like forever till the bell rang and he'd finally saw Logan walking towards the lecture hall he'd glanced at Hobbs and Stark and went into his classroom.

[Hazel 'Hobbs' Yeung]

Hobbs stared at the poster, fighting the urge to scratch the hairline of her wig as she did so. “Hell if I know,” she murmured, falling into step behind Stark. Truth be told, the person on the poster kinda looked like an Ewok to her.
Stark led the way to an empty lecture theatre, the kind with a projector that shone onto a large screen and rows upon rows of desks that reared up the further back they got. Hobbs hurried towards the desk, glancing back over her shoulder to where Stark kept watch on the door in case somebody came in. She felt like they were on another of their missions, only this time there were no guns and no loud bombs bringing up the finale.

So, uh Sammy what are you going to do.. Edit his presentation or something worse...

"Okay," she said with a sly grin, sliding into the chair behind the desk, "imagine this." She held out her hands as though framing an invisible idea in the air before her. "Porn. Hardcore gay porn, like, everywhere."
She logged onto the laptop that had been either left behind from last lecture, or set up ready and waiting for the next. She checked the setup details to find the username, and found that it belonged to Logan, as she’d expected.
Hobbs glanced up as she opened his files in a few swift mouse clicks and set to work. At the beginning of the presentation she made minor edits; like switching slides around so that they wouldn’t sync with his lecture notes, reformatting images so that they laid on top of the bulk of the text and reducing the font size so that it couldn’t be read.

Then she got creative.

She drew a crude illustration of a giant hairy penis in an image program, copy-pasted it across, set it behind the text, and washed out the colour so that it was a barely noticeable watermark behind the page. She inserted pictures of Logan in his jammies and invisible links into pages so that when the slide was accessed web pages would pop up advertising cures for genital herpes. She edited pictures of boobs into one slide and preset it to that it would flash up on the screen like a subliminal message before immediately vanishing so that the slide could be read, lingering just long enough for it to be seen properly. And, towards the end of the presentation came her grand finale. She rigged the lot; a collage of unsightly gay porn that led to pop up web pages playing videos of more of the same that would explode across the screen like fireworks if he tried to shut it down.

She saved, closed everything down, shut the laptop lid, grabbed her bag, and got the hell out. Stark was waiting for her by the door.
"You? Prison?" Hobbs echoed, trying to remain inconspicuous as she spotted Logan. "Now I know you're lying. Mr Vanilla McEmopants could never survive in the can."

[Vaughn Logan]

Students filtered into the room. Mainly women. Which was expected, at least for him. The University had done studies on most classes offered, and they found that 80% of the students attending Logan's class were female. They were not sure why.

Although this course was introductory, it was still pretty rigorous and intense. But the students still learned a lot from what was given. Vaughn did not half-ass his teaching. He gave equal time to teaching and to the Compound. Vaughn leaned against the desk in the front of the room, sipping on a large mug of coffee, smiling and welcoming the students filtering in.

"Hello" He would say with a large smile and a nod. The statistics didn't lie. As Vaughn navigated his gaze through the room he saw lots and lots of women in skanky-clad clothing. Did they not know it was cold out? Vaughn could tell they knew by the bumps forming in their shirts. College women are crazy.

Vaughn would occasionally glance up at the clock and then back at the students who sat in the rows in front of him. A few of them asked some questions or would walk up to make sure they had the right room. Vaughn would smile, nod and give a friendly posture to them all.

After a few more moments Vaughn glanced up at the clock and then looked at his watch.

"Alright, let's begin our class today" Vaughn said as he turned on his microphone clipped on his blue polo-shirt. Vaughn pulled his bag on his desk and pulled out his black windows laptop.

He then took the white-macbook on the desk and unplugged it, shutting it, and shoving it into the desk. "There's no way in hell I'm using a macbook" Vaughn said. A few laughs rang from the lecture-hall.

Vaughn placed his laptop on the desk and plugged it in. Soon his desktop was shown on the big screen behind him.

He soon opened up powerpoint and the first slide turned on. The slide read "Intro to Ethology"

"Well, first off...Welcome to Intro to Ethology. In this course we will barely scratch the surface, of the science of studying animal behavior. With a show of hands how many of you are actually pursuing science, and how many of you are here for a pre-requisite?"

Vaughn scanned the room at the raised hands.

"Now, before we begin. Does anyone have any questions?"

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[David Cortes]

First day of classes... David didn't honestly know what to think. How on earth did Darlah convince him to come to college here again? I mean yeah, it was her Alma mater, so her convincing him to take classes here was understandable, but still.... Why was he here? He fucking hated school. It's the reason he joined the Marines. He never wanted to describe the deeper meaning of whatever the fuck it was Kafka wrote in his book, or find how to work complex mathematical problems. He was good at one thing, killing people. And he was very good at it. What kind of math do you need in the field? How many meters away is he, wind-age, how many rounds you've got. That's it. Physics? What's the angle I need to put on my m-4 to effectively launch the grenade loaded under the barrel onto the head of the enemy. That was it. He didn't care how long it took little shithead train to reach point b.... And don't get him started on his "peers..." He wanted to punch every self-righteous little shit who was here on mommy and daddy's money and thought they knew everything because they were second semester freshmen. Not even old enough to buy a fucking beer. For the love of God, that kid didn't even look like he knew how to shave properly. And is that a Che Guevara shirt saying "revolution" on it? Mother of God...

"No, I don't want to sign your damn petition to save the fucking everglades."
"But hey man, it's a critical part of mother's earth's gentle ecosystem! You gotta like, save it man!" The doe-eyed young girl said earnestly, wearing large glasses, a short skirt, and a "Save the gators!" t-shirt. David bit his lower lip and exhaled in irritation as his he looked away from this little environmentalist.
"Have you ever even seen the everglades?" David asked.
"Well... No, but..."
"Have you ever been face to face with a gator?"
"I saw one in a zoo once..."
"Exactly. Tell ya what, when you have to wade chest high in water filled with the prehistoric fuckers, then you can ask me to sign that stupid piece of paper to save their scaly asses." David growled as he walked past her into his now third class of the day. With any luck, it would not be as boring as the first two...

His sister had highly recommended it when he initially signed up for the class. Said the professor was awesome, and (seeing as how she knew he was a hunter) said it would provide a lot of useful information he could use while on the job. Fine. He didn't even look at the professors name when he signed up. "Intro to Ethology." Sounds stupid... But it was a prereq, so he might as well right?

Walking into the class wearing a black t-shirt, grey hoodie, blue jeans and grey puma sneakers, he looked around and saw just how big the class was. Perfect, he thought, awesome place to sleep. He was a minute or two early, so he decided to take a seat near the upper back middle, so as to not be clearly visible all the way in the back, whilst the rest of his "classmates" walked in.

Damn... That was all he could say. These girls were... Holy shit. They let them wear that kind of stuff to school? Had his sister worn stuff like that here?? Taking his mind off that for a moment, he looked around to see he was one of the few men in the class. Not that he was complaining, at least now he'd have somethings better to pay attention to than listen to the professor drone on and on and...

Holy shit it was Vaughn.

Vaughn was the professor.

That's right David thought to himself. He was the professor. Which would honestly explain a bit why so many girls were in the class. If David could say anything nice about the guy, it was that he was built. Looking to the back, trying to conceal his laughter, he looked up and saw....

It was Stark. Seated a few rows to his back right, talking to some girl in a dress he could not recognize. Oh, this was too perfect. He knew for a fact Stark wasn't enrolled in college courses. That means he must be there to annoy the shit out of the commander. Fine by him. David looked up at Stark, grinning like a mischievous school boy as they met each other's gaze for a moment, then turned back to look at the professor. Hmm... Perhaps this class will be more interesting than he thought.

As Vaughn began to speak, he looked back at Stark and grinned, as if to say "whatever you're planning, I want in." He then looked back at the professor and asked. "Hey doc, are we gonna be able to go out hunting to study animal behavior? No better way to study the habits of deer when you've got one between your sights!"

Naturally, half the class was offended by that. "How could you hurt an innocent animal?" One girl asked. "Don't you feel bad for killing them?"

Heh, yankees. "Sweetheart all I feel is a slight recoil." David laughed, as half the class acted offended whilst the other chuckled slightly (so as to not offend the others. God forbid they have a mind of their own up here and think hunting is fun). Let the games begin.