A broad muscular man walked into the classroom. He had long blonde hair and a beard that hadn't been cared for.
The man looked around the classroom.
"Well, I'll be damned." The man walked onto the board, "When Graves said that I'll be having a special class, I didn't think it would be this special."
The man grabbed the white chalk and wrote on the board, "I am Professor Howard Abraham. You can call me Prof Abraham. Not Abrams, Abra, Abraham."
The man scanned the students. His eyes were still sharp despite his age. He could see that this class had just the perfect combination of students. The brute. The thinker. The fixer. And even two leaders. Just the right amount of chaos to make the best troop ever.
"You two were saying?" Professor Abraham said.
"There can't be two captains for the same class," Oscar squinted his eyes gently, "It's either me or Big Sister here."
