"One of you is not a student."

My head shot up from my notebook. Right at the front of the long room, a man stood. He was impossibly tall and packed with muscle. His grey hair was clipped closely to his head, and his eyes were piercing behind thin glasses. Biggest thing of all: i had never seen this man in my life.

Maybe i misheard him, i decided as he turned to a large whiteboard. Then he wrote those seven words in black marker. My stomach dropped.

This can't be right. This is supposed to be History.

I leaned back in my chair and craned my neck. There, in the far corner of the room, where the door was open, i could just faintly read the numbers 1202. I scrambled to get the paper from my pocket.

"Mr. Dannis. I regret to inform you that due to unforseen circumstances the class has been moved to the city campus, in room 1202. I hope to see you there.

Daryl Dannis. doctorate of Ancient history

University of Alaska."

My fingers trembled. This is supposed to be the room. what the fuck was happening? I turned to the person on my left. i had expected a shocked and confused face of a person, barely 20, but instead it as a sultry woman. Her hair was pinned up in a golden bun, her emerald eyes sparkling as she scanned the room. I started to look around. My stomach dropped even further.

No one here was even remotely close to my age. Some of them looked old enough to be my grandparents. More importantly, they all looked extremely dangerous. I looked to my right, where an older man sat. His silver hair was gelled back, a large mustache decorated his face and curled up at the end. As my eyes traveled down, i saw the silver gun poking out from his suit jacket.

"Well, who's the little mole, i wonder?" The woman asked, grabbing my attention. I looked over at her dumbly. I should say something, i decided. 

"i uhh..." Was all i could manage. She giggled.

"This is too easy." she said as she went to stand up.

"Perhaps..." the man on my right said. the woman looked over at him. He continued. "But how do we know you aren't the mole?"

"Excuse me?" she asked, a tone of anger in her voice.

"your reasoning is his dressage, his young complexion, his tone of voice, and his...obvious confusion." He said, almost boredly. "There is reason to believe he is the mole, but perhaps he is just putting it on to confuse us,"

"And why would he do that?" She asked, growing heated. I flinched away, turning to look at her. The man said nothing, only faced forward. The man in front cleared his throat, and the quiet murmurs died.

"If you find the mole," The man started. "you will automatically pass. If you incorrectly guess, you will automatically fail."

"So, you either live or die..." the woman said with a smirk, crossing her legs in a move i had seen so many times in almost every action movie. But i voiced a different, more important thought.

"Die!?" I yelled. The man at the front looked over his glasses at me.

"Surely you knew the risks when you signed up for this course?" the man asked. A few chuckles emerged from the dangerous crowed. I shook my head. i had no time for this, i decided. Finals were in a week's time. Like hell i was staying around.

I went to get up, but the man called out again. "Leaving now is an automatic fail." He said. When i looked up at him, i realized he had a silver gun in his hands, twirling it from the trigger around his hand. He stared me down with no emotion. "Are you ready to call it quits?"

I stared at the man, my throat tight. I slowly sat down again, and put my head in my hands.