Once upon a time there was a high school. There, in a building near the edge of the campus, far from the rest of the classrooms and buildings, was a lecture hall. It was unique in that it was structured like a college auditorium or an ancient Greek theater with a half circle of seats rising on stairs with a place for a teacher or speaker to give lectures at the bottom. There, nearly every day a group of students held a meeting in secret. There were about 25 of them, all boys, of mixed grades, who walked from their seventh period class to the place known as the N building. Nobody knew what the N stood for.
On this day their president stood at the bottom of the rows of seats with a clear file of papers in his hands. They waited for the last few members to enter the auditorium and take their seats before the president and two young men standing beside him gestured to silence the crowd.
"Thank you gentlemen for coming." Said the president. A few murmurs in the crowd fell silent. "Today we are gathered to discuss our new plan."
"What about the last plan?" One member asked.
"The last plan... it's suspended until further notice, and members involved are advised to lay low for a while. As for the new plan," he continued, rushing to advance the topic. "Allow me to explain the idea broadly before we discuss specifics."
"This better be good." Said a voice from the crowd.
"The stranglehold of Olympus is supported by invisible strings. There are many aspects which cannot be seen by the naked eye, a system that takes every move we make into account. What is most frustrating is how there seems to be no mastermind, no single individual to take out that would cause the whole structure to collapse. Rather, it's like fighting a swarm of insects, or a school of fish where each member simply knows what they must do and follows the rules without having to receive formal orders."