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Eros leaned against the building of the school, near the main entrance, eying those that entered. To some, the eye would seem evil, like a hawk watching its prey. To others, the red eyes would signify a bored tone, looking for a new target. Others would only swoon and soak themselves as they saw the wink given to them.

The lone spaceman watched as his people were hoarded into the buildings, the alien scum preparing the humans for brainwashing.

His black hair shifted slightly with the breeze, which carried away his cigarette smoke. The all-famous Lucky Strikes. His hand played with a Zippo lighter, the click-fwick-clink creating a steady beat.

Such was the life of Lieutenant Argamedous Spiff...as an officer of the Intergalactic Police Corps, it was his sacred duty to trace illegal human-trafficing amongst the cosmos and stop it.

As the bell rang, Eros looked to the name of the building, giving a grunt of displeasure. He took one last drag of his cigarette before dropping the butt, quashing it under his foot. He gave a growl as he headed to his first class of the day, of which he took no interest in.

On the planet P5X-666, Spiff had found the homeworld of the nefarious K'nall, a race of sentient beings that took pleasure in the control of planets and their inhabitants. It was here that Spiff had gone undercover, resisting the brainwashing segments to ensure that, someday, these humans would be free of tyranny.

He gave a weary eye to one girl as he entered, muttering, "Mommy's work keep you up all night?" as he passed, only loud enough for her and those surrounding to hear. Miu Phoenix, while herself was with no vendetta with Eros, had been mothered from a whore who had stolen away his fathers from him and his mother. It was predestined that Miu would be the same kind of two-faced cock-sucking bitch--or, at least, so said his twisted and broken moral compass. And, for that, he hated her.

After passing the improperly hated young woman, he took his seat at the back of the class, located near a window. He propped the window open, lighting up a second cigarette, waiting for the final bell to ring and the shithole of a class to start.