Franklin Pauling stood patiently in the bustling courtyard, his gaze fixed on the entrance. He tapped his foot rhythmically, a sign of his growing impatience. He was waiting for someone, someone who was running late as usual. His eyes scanned the crowd, searching for a familiar face. Suddenly, he spotted a figure darting through the crowd, a mischievous grin plastered across their face.

"Scout, right on time as always."