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Class 666 Third person POV March 13

Today the whole class is discussing which plan would be best to acquire funding for their graduation. Inside the classroom, the class president is giving a powerpoint presentation about the options. "Alright let's all vote on the flowing ideas". The slide then switched to pictures on a variety of pastries. "Do we want to go through with the bake sale and Talent show?" He then changed the slide "Or how about we sell weapons to the resistance to gain the location of their base of operations and then sell their location to the combine?" The slide switches. "Our final option is we rob a bank." Said the leader of class 666 this time to receive a multitude of statements concluding that robbing the bank is the fundraiser of choice. "Alright, grand larceny it is." Claimed the president. After a few minutes the classroom door opened as a middle-aged Caucasian male with a tall, thin physique, pale skin, with black hair styled in a crew cut, and pale green eyes. Dressed in a gray-blue suit carrying a briefcase.

The student of class 666 stopped what they were doing and looked at a man who had just barged into their meeting. "You!" said several members of the class, recognizing the man.

Intern pov

I have always loved class meetings since our first one in our final month in preschool. Our meetings are always held once every three months but then he appeared. The only being whom class 666 owe a debt to for bailing us out in our one moment of need. That incident Vladimir would later dub The sleepover incident. After the bodies were buried we all swore to never speak of that night again. I couldn't help but to look around the room and find that others had a look of unpleasant contemplation so I guess I'm not the only one getting unpleasant flashbacks.

"It appears it's time for me to...collect a favor from this..class of unfathomable talent." The strange man stopped for a brief pause and then continued. " My favor happens to fall in with your plan to... acquire funds perfectly. The slide that had the premises for our future fundraiser changed to a map of the city. "You are to enter this bank and collect the physical currency only... The other half stored in...the bank's computer system will be...transferred into an account that will trace back to a particular resistance cell.." When the man before us finally finished his request which we will agree to obviously but had one more thing to offer us.

"Now...I have an internship that may catch your interest "

Interns POV present

After shaking myself out my self-induced stupor, trying not to reminisce about the sleepover incident. I can't suppress the cold rush down my spine. "So many cadavers" I whispered to myself which gained the attention of my superior. "What about cadavers?" Asked GLaDOS, to which I replied "Just a bad memory." This appeared to be an acceptable answer since she didn't press for details.

"Well, it was nice catching up. Let's get to business" She said while public enemy number 1 is walking to the gallows on a conveyor belt and in a glass cage... I guess "I hope you brought something stronger than a portal gun this time" ""Otherwise, I'm afraid you're about to become the immediate past president of the Being Alive club. Ha ha." said my mentor while the woman seemed to look at me as if I'm the craziest thing in here."Seriously, though. Goodbye." then the trap springs to life as turrets fell from the funnel system and ...self-destructed. "Oh. You were busy back there." "Well. I suppose we could just sit in this room and glare at each other until somebody drops dead, but I have a better idea." A large funnel aligned itself with her glass cell. "It's your old friend, deadly neurotoxin. If I were you, I'd take a deep breath. And hold it." Then all hell broke loose when that blue-eyed core broke right through the glass instead of the neurotoxin. This is not how it's supposed to go down. "I hate you so much." so much said GLaDOS but then the announcer started saying something about core corruption. "That's funny, I don't feel corrupt. In fact, I feel pretty good." Crap this can't be good. No matter I can stop this woman from initiating the core transfer.

I as I prepared to charge at her she shot a portal onto the ground underneath my feet and one somewhere behind me. "Stop you" Then I flew out unharmed until I was hit in the face with a floor panel. Then my mentor stated, "Now assaulting innocent interns has been added to the list". Then I heard the core transfer initiate. The next few minutes seemed a little hazy but I did catch the fact that the blue core is in control of the facility. This situation is not going well if GLaDOS is scraped then my contract will be void. However, things really take a turn for the worst when I notice the once kind core take on a sinister tone. This is not good he was about to let the test subject go but now he's taken a malicious tone meaning its actions are unpredictable. I quickly got up and look towards the potato battery now housing an AI still taunting the mad intelligence dampening core. I need to somehow grab GLaDOS and find a way to put her back in charge. I quickly get up and quickly makes my way over to the elevator. Then the mad AI runs GLaDOS right through the glass. This is perfect I quickly run and slide into the elevator as the corrupted core smashed the elevator into the pit. This causes the floor to cave. "Damn it!" I said as I failed to grasp GLaDOS. Then a large mechanical arm smashed the top of the elevator causing the floor to collapse. "This is just not my day" I said as I am forced into opening my mini, I wanna say glider of sorts. This mini glider does not slow my descent as much as it gives me control of it and prevents me from increasing in speed. I look downwards at the test subject and patator both of whom are falling much faster than myself and are now facing out of my line of sight. On the walls of the tuner there were indications of how deep this elevator shaft is,

Still going down this tunnel while trying to keep my decent straight as possible is quite a challenge since I only have to cords for steering. I couldn't keep myself from laughing "This is still nowhere near as bad as the sleepover incident!" I continue my descent to what felt like several minutes since my decent speed did not increase thanks to the glider or Aperture parachute. I could see the end of the tunnel and the test subject lying on the ground. Her left arm moved so she is alive but there appears to be no potato around her. However, I have no time to dwell on this as I glided over this old section of Aperture. I managed to glide over what appears to be a dry dock which is the perfect place to drop. I unlatched myself and fell right into the drink. "Ghaaa this is cold," I yelled after landing in the cold water. But no time for that now as I swim over to the docking area. As soon as I climb onto the dock I lay on my back. "I just need to catch my breath. I then relax and recall a recent memory.