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Authors: Christopher L. Eger
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white scars around his left eye. As chewed fingernails spit on a dashboard, they were out of place and ugly on the Captain’s rugged face.
“Ms. Parish?” Stone asked.
The door opened to reveal an elderly woman wearing a sweater vest and gabardine slacks. She had dishwater grey hair piled on top of her head and a pair of heavy framed glasses hanging from a chain on her neck. A diabetic medical bracelet hung from her thin wrist.
The MP Captain and the old woman hugged briefly while she mumbled something about how she read about what happened to him in the paper and felt so bad about it.
Billy looked past the woman and into the auditorium. A dozen adults, most of whom he recognized from various school functions as faculty members stood just inside the door crowding the inside of the room. Behind them were row after row of students sitting quietly in the chairs, all anxious eyes on the doorway.
Ms. Parish turned into the auditorium after her brief exchange with Stone and announced that it was ok, that it was safe now, to which the auditorium erupted in the cheers and clapping of more than a hundred students. Billy pushed his way into the room through the opening and scanned the sea of rapidly talking and gesturing children for Wyatt.
Frantically, he looked again. Some of the children were laughing, some had dried tears on their face and runny noses, others were near catatonic, but none of the faces belonged to his son.
“Wyatt, Wyatt Harris!” he called out to no response. Some of the kids looked back and forth amongst themselves and talked but none came forward.
Stone dispatched two MPs back to the classroom to collect Durham, Cat, and Spud and bring them to the auditorium while simultaneously telling his radioman to call in their situation.
“Sir, I am the School Principal, what class was your son in?” Ms. Parish asked.
“Ms. Matthew’s class, sixth grade,” Billy said.
She nodded and cleared her throat before beginning, “When the call was made to close the school today, we lined the children up in the hallways with their book bags and coats so that they could be picked up faster. The sixth grade classes were closer to the front door near the main hallway. There were two students, the Soto children, who came to school terribly sick and being kept in the school office until their parents could come get them.”
“Soto? Did they have a brother that went to the High School?” he asked.
“Yes, that was him this morning that attacked the School Resource Officer there,” she confirmed. “I was in the auditorium making sure there were no students back here when something happened to the Soto children. The school nurse called me on the radio. She said they went wild and attacked her. She locked them in my office but they were breaking out. Before I could make it back to the front of the school there was chaos in the hallways and children were running everywhere…”
The Principal began to tear up and her voice choked to a whisper. Captain Stone looked away and put his sunglasses back on.
Another one of the teachers picked up where the Principal had left off, “We were able to get these children in the rear of the school back into the auditorium before most of the worst of the rampage made it this far back. She is a hero and saved every person in this room,” the teacher said of the Principal who was now crumbling onto an upright piano with her head hidden in her crossed arms so the children would not see her cry.
“The sixth grade is not here,” Ms. Parish sobbed with her back turned, shaking her head in resignation.
The other teacher confirmed that they had taken a roll call of all the children in the auditorium while waiting for rescue. She advised they had 166 children from K-through-five, but not a single sixth grader.
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ChapteR 8
Lieutenant Jarvis sat in the captain’s chair, just to the port side of the USCGC Fish Hawk as she pulled into Coast Guard
“Ms. Parish?” Stone asked.
The door opened to reveal an elderly woman wearing a sweater vest and gabardine slacks. She had dishwater grey hair piled on top of her head and a pair of heavy framed glasses hanging from a chain on her neck. A diabetic medical bracelet hung from her thin wrist.
The MP Captain and the old woman hugged briefly while she mumbled something about how she read about what happened to him in the paper and felt so bad about it.
Billy looked past the woman and into the auditorium. A dozen adults, most of whom he recognized from various school functions as faculty members stood just inside the door crowding the inside of the room. Behind them were row after row of students sitting quietly in the chairs, all anxious eyes on the doorway.
Ms. Parish turned into the auditorium after her brief exchange with Stone and announced that it was ok, that it was safe now, to which the auditorium erupted in the cheers and clapping of more than a hundred students. Billy pushed his way into the room through the opening and scanned the sea of rapidly talking and gesturing children for Wyatt.
Frantically, he looked again. Some of the children were laughing, some had dried tears on their face and runny noses, others were near catatonic, but none of the faces belonged to his son.
“Wyatt, Wyatt Harris!” he called out to no response. Some of the kids looked back and forth amongst themselves and talked but none came forward.
Stone dispatched two MPs back to the classroom to collect Durham, Cat, and Spud and bring them to the auditorium while simultaneously telling his radioman to call in their situation.
“Sir, I am the School Principal, what class was your son in?” Ms. Parish asked.
“Ms. Matthew’s class, sixth grade,” Billy said.
She nodded and cleared her throat before beginning, “When the call was made to close the school today, we lined the children up in the hallways with their book bags and coats so that they could be picked up faster. The sixth grade classes were closer to the front door near the main hallway. There were two students, the Soto children, who came to school terribly sick and being kept in the school office until their parents could come get them.”
“Soto? Did they have a brother that went to the High School?” he asked.
“Yes, that was him this morning that attacked the School Resource Officer there,” she confirmed. “I was in the auditorium making sure there were no students back here when something happened to the Soto children. The school nurse called me on the radio. She said they went wild and attacked her. She locked them in my office but they were breaking out. Before I could make it back to the front of the school there was chaos in the hallways and children were running everywhere…”
The Principal began to tear up and her voice choked to a whisper. Captain Stone looked away and put his sunglasses back on.
Another one of the teachers picked up where the Principal had left off, “We were able to get these children in the rear of the school back into the auditorium before most of the worst of the rampage made it this far back. She is a hero and saved every person in this room,” the teacher said of the Principal who was now crumbling onto an upright piano with her head hidden in her crossed arms so the children would not see her cry.
“The sixth grade is not here,” Ms. Parish sobbed with her back turned, shaking her head in resignation.
The other teacher confirmed that they had taken a roll call of all the children in the auditorium while waiting for rescue. She advised they had 166 children from K-through-five, but not a single sixth grader.
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ChapteR 8
Lieutenant Jarvis sat in the captain’s chair, just to the port side of the USCGC Fish Hawk as she pulled into Coast Guard
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