Expelled
Dr. Rubenstein chuckled as she sat at a large table and sifted through documents on her hologram.
"This guy really screwed everything up, didn't he, Bee?" Dr. Rubenstein asked, turning to her assistant.
"Yes, mistress," Bee said, staring stoically at the wall in front of her.
"Well, it's not like anything can go wrong now. Subject one has been successfully brainwashed, and all we have to do is wait for the wedding to commence, and we'll have met our goal."
"Bee, go to the school and order subject one's expulsion immediately."
"Also, take this," Dr. Rubenstein reached into her desk door and brought out a bag full of powder.
The stoic Bee trembled at seeing the bag, her eyes widening. She couldn't help but mutter, "Tracking powder," before catching herself and falling silent again.
"Excellent, Bee," Dr. Rubenstein complimented. "Take this tracking powder and put it on his expulsion letter. Make sure he receives it so we can track him."