A Headmistress sat in a tall black chair, she wrote the names of team Sixth Sense on a paper. Fileing it quickly she waited for them to come in so she could hand them the stuff they would require, such as a communication device to call the police and a necklace/clip to locate them. The Working Heros were informed about the location and a 'repair man' stood near the Vending machine to teach the students how to access the Base.
Claira sighed. "I always get drafted for these things. Why can't there be someone who actually wants to sit here." She said annoyed kids always were late, she never knew how they were but they certainly were. She sighed, she typed a few things into the base's computer system. It was virtually hack free.
Claira sighed. "I always get drafted for these things. Why can't there be someone who actually wants to sit here." She said annoyed kids always were late, she never knew how they were but they certainly were. She sighed, she typed a few things into the base's computer system. It was virtually hack free.
