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"We'll never know what stands behind the door. But I got a feeling and it's a feeling that's worth dying for.
Just close your eyes and hold your breath because it feels right. We'll keep it moving until we make it to the other side, and let's enjoy the ride..."

Grace looked up as Conner slid into class, late, as usual. She smirked at him and shook her head. He'd probably been training, like she had been. Though, due to her obsession with music, she could at least keep time properly. She out her iPod into her bag and reached for the arrow blueprint, only to remember she didn't have it. She had wanted to show it to Conner, because gadgets were his specialty, and he could have helped her figure out what had go wrong with her calculations. Instead, she picked through the various pieces on the desk in front of her.

Decriptor keys. What would she even need one of those for? It's not like she ever actually broke into anything. Normally, when she was paired with someone for a training mission, it was someone with technical skills - like Conner. They'd worked together a couple of times. Enough for Grace to know that he was a bonafide computer. She watch him tinker with the small bits of metal. He wasn't even looking at his book, like everyone else. Mr. Tech was muttering angrily against the board. Grace chuckled. Mr. Tech hated people being late to his class, and probably hated Conner being late most of all. It's not like Conner needed the class. He was training under Nightwing. He had probably one of the best gadgets mentors at the school.

Grace fiddled with the parts, checking her book every few seconds and muttering "Damn." She was better at drafting tech than she was at actually building it. Oliver had told her to take this class, so she could start making her own special arrows. She preferred to use plain arrows, though Oliver had some rather creative ones. Her thoughts dwelt on Oliver for a few minutes longer. She still hadn't gotten a message about why he had missed training practice. She'd checked her phone three times between leaving the equipment room and sitting down in class.

She snapped back to attention when she pinched her finger between two parts. "Son of a Bit-" She shouted shaking her hand, and putting her finger to her mouth. A few people in the class had turned to stare at her, a few laughed. Most people in the class knew she wasn't tech-savvy. Mr. Tech looked over his shoulder and said, "Please refrain from injuring yourself further this class, Miss Sanderson. It had almost been a week since your last... incident." It's not like she had meant to start her desk on fire last week, she had just been humming the lyrics to a new song, and she accidentally added a bit too much powder. "Yes, Sir." She muttered, wishing she could put her headphones on and drowned the class with noise.