Scatter.

"Alright," Ameri said, straightening up. "I think the best way to learn is to get out of your seats. Pair up! Taro, you can work with me at the front. I want to go over some advanced reaction mechanisms."

For a split second, his eyes widened. He quickly closed the notebook. "Just doodling."

A collective groan rose from the six students scattered at two long tables. Perfect. Stoichiometry was the universal language of teenage despair. It was the perfect cover.

A murmur of protest. The lookout girl’s head snapped up. Taro hesitated. "I'm fine here."

Undercover. And her target was in this room.