Thread: Not So Snow White (Mr Quixotic & Aurelia)

The twenty five year old student who sat unobtrusively at the back of the room ceased chewing on the end of his pen when he heard Sofia White's name called. His gaze drifted to the attractive young woman seated a few rows away. Though having been at the school for three weeks, he'd never spoken to her, apart from the exchange of a friendly hello, or the like. In fact, Preston Henry hadn't really spoken to, or befriended, any of the students in this particular class. A few of the girls had tried to engage him the young mans 'almost-too-handsome-to-be-true' looks drew much female attention all perfectly coiffed blond hair, piercing blue eyes, gleaming white teeth, and toned, athletic body but he'd deflected their attentions. Preston was wasn't uninterested in women, they just weren't why he was here. Preston was an undercover cop, and because none of the students he currently sat amongst were suspected of being involved in the nefarious activities he was sent to investigate, he mostly ignored them. However, whilst he was determined to avoid any distractions from his purpose, that didn't mean he couldn't appreciate a nice-looking woman, and Preston thought Ms Sofia White with her raven hair, slim, petite body, and wide amber eyes a most gorgeous specimen. From the intelligence gathered prior to his placement at the College, she was also a nice, innocent, friendly, and intelligent young woman. Just the type he'd have been tempted to try and strike up a relationship with if the situation had been different. As his gaze moved from an appraisal of Sofia to the man who had called her name, Prince's curiosity spiked. What could Fat Albert, head of Campus Security and a known pervert, possibly want with her? Before he even realised he'd done so, Preston found himself on his feet, bag slung over one shoulder, and following the waddling, blue uniformed man, and the small woman who walked beside him. He remained a distance behind the duo, and slunk into a corner when, after a few minutes, they reached Dean Forsythe's office. Another man not to be trusted. Curiouser and curiouser, something was not quite right. Preston's intuition kicked in as Snow entered the Dean's office, and Albert walked off. Damn, he should have packed his eavesdropping equipment . A quick glance at the walls and wooden door told him they were too thick for him to be able to hear the conversation within, even if he were to press his ear tight up against them. He'd have to wait for Sofia to exit, and see what she had to say. Hunter's nerves were also jangling. The second he'd placed the phone down, he'd stood and begun to pace the room as he considered how to handle the situation. His initial thought was to bring in Albert, so that he'd have a witness to the discovery or drugs on Sofia's person, however he quickly dismissed that concept. It was best that no others became involved. Loose lips sinks ships, and all that. After a few minutes he'd ceased his pacing to print a copy of Ms White's academic record, and plug a spare spy camera into his laptop. The man kept a few handy, in case those in the locker rooms failed for any reason he'd hate to have to miss a day's viewing. He placed it prominently on his desk, facing the door, then took a deep breath. A minute later, he heard a knock on the door, and there she was. Sofia White. Hunter barely noticed Albert, or the door close, as he appraised the young woman. God, she was a beauty. If he only he were capable of using her, he'd be happy to depart with every anonymous penny he received, and keep her for himself. But, unfortunately he wasn't, and that was but a passing thought there were bigger fish to fry. The Dean had eventually decided the best way to approach things was with a full frontal assault, which would hopefully shock and scare the young woman before she had time to think, or to query what was occurring. He held her academic record between his fingers as his eyes lifted to meet hers, and a brow cocked in response to her question. The Dean didn't bother to answer, but instead shook his head, and walked towards her. Sofia, Sofia, Sofia, I'm disappointed and shocked. A student with such intelligence and potential becoming involved with those low-lives. I wish I could offer some leniency, but unfortunately that's not possible. As you must well know, we have a no tolerance policy with drugs on this campus, it doesn't matter who you are. Is this your bag, mind if I open it? Hunter had stopped in front of Snow, and poked her bag with his toe. Without awaiting her agreement, he bent, taking care not obscure the view of the camera, and unzipped it. A moment later he straightened, and in his hand he held a large, brown-paper wrapped package. The man's piercing gaze landed on Sofia, and he sighed in disappointment. It appears my informants were correct. Would you like to tell me what this is, Ms White? He shook the package, and pursed his lips. And where you obtained it, or more, to the point, from whom you obtained it? That's what I'm really after, not small-time dealers such as yourself, but the people in charge of this vile business. If you co-operate, I'll request the authorities go easier, and arrest you for possession, rather than trafficking. The man thought his performance quite brilliant, and he couldn't help a smile creeping onto his face, or his tone from becoming rather cheerful. Regretfully, your time at this College is over, and any thoughts of a career in law enforcement will need be forgotten, however you can possibly still study for some type of degree in jail. You do have to look on the bright side in matters such as these. Hunter shot her a friendly smile, as if he were only trying to help. The poor woman had been in his office less than a minute, and the Dean had a few more tricks up his sleeve if his initial 'shock her into subservience' approach didn't succeed. It wouldn't be difficult to plant more evidence on Sofia, or have Albert track down a poorer student, in desperate need of money or grades, to provide an eyewitness statement. Now, speak up Ms White, and don't attempt to deny it. Hunter causally flicked a piece of non-existent lint from his jacket, ripped a small hole in the corner of the package with a thumbnail, and pointed to the lens on his desk, which had captured the discovery of the brick in her bag with perfect clarity. It certainly hadn't been placed there by the Dean. A mist of fine red powder spilled through the opening he'd made, and drifted to the floor. You're in a world of trouble. As they say in the movies, and also in a court of law, I would think, the camera doesn't lie.