Disclaimer: I fail to claim ownership of Resident Evil or the majority of the people
involved in this work of fiction. The main reason is that if I claimed to own the people,
they'd probably get _really_ mad at me and come after me with a baseball bat,
three swords, four maces, a couple axes, and at least one automatic rifle. These are _not_
people to get mad at you. O_O;; Oh yeah, I also don't claim Jefferson College, which I
have to include cause I borrow _really_ heavily from the campus layout for _this_ campus,
which actually _doesn't_ exist in RL.
Author's Note: Something you may need before you began to read, unless you _like_
mispronoucing names. Siobhan is a gaelic name, which some will tell you means that no
matter _how_ it is spelt, it isn't pronounced that way. In this case, Siobhan is pronounced
the same as Shaun or Shawn. Generally speaking, most other names are pronounced as they
are spelt.
Chapter One
The Beginning
The young woman crouched relaxed, leaning slightly upon the unsheathed saber in
her hands as she watched five young people move back and forth across the uneven surface
of the stage before her, guarded blades flashing in the light as they flickered and danced
in their owners' hands. Her dark hair was pulled back in a ponytail near the base of her
neck, and further slicked back from her face with the combined water from her recent
shower as well as sweat from vigorous exercise. Her eyes were hazel, sometimes flashing
emerald or even sapphire as she watched her students with the proprietary air of a proud
teacher, the barest twisting of the corner of her lips upwards.
Her clothing was dark, but neat. A black, silken dress shirt, high collared and
long sleeved, fully buttoned, covered her torso. Black, rip-stop pants, cut in a fashion
not unlike that of BDU trousers, bloused into highly polished leather boots, covered her
legs. A leather belt, equally black, cinched about her waist, nearly two inches wide,
held a knife, sheathed at a diagonal on her back, and the sheath of the saber in her
hands on her left hip.
Her eyes narrowed suddenly and a furrow of concentration appeared on her forehead,
lips turning downwards into a disapproving frown. One of her students, a young man, maybe
seventeen to eighteen years of age, had lunged forwards at his opponent, a girl that could
count nineteen years, with a snarl of fury. The blue-gray guard that had covered the edge
of his blade clattered soundlessly to the ground nearby.
"Bailey, hold!" The woman in black barked, surging to her feet and across the stage
to interpose her blade between his and the wide-eyed girl who now hid behind the woman.
The black-clad woman's eyes flashed a dangerous emerald as she glared over the crossed
blades at the still snarling man across from her. "This is _stage_ _combat_, Bailey. What
the _hell_ do you think you're doing??"
With a growl he shoved her back and away from him. "Bitch _cut_ me! I'm gonna make
her pay!" He roared, going after the girl trying desperately to get away.
He had strength and height on the woman in black, and his rage was giving him a
significant edge in speed as well. Her eyes narrowed and her lips thinned to a bare line.
He had several advantages, but she had one thing he didn't, and that was experience.
Hopefully, it would be enough.
"You know I can't let you do that, Bailey." She informed him, once again
interposing herself between Bailey and the girl. "Whatever happened, I know Jessie didn't
mean it." The last came out more as a grunt than anything, as she caught his blade with
her own.
His eyes flashed with rage, there was no reasoning with him. "Bull_shit_,
Siobhan! I _know_ she meant it!"
Siobhan's expression went completely grim at that. Suddenly, she had been forced
to shift from teacher to duelist and she didn't care for it one bit. But there was
nothing she could do about it. It was her place as instructor to protect her students
and keep them safe, even from one of their own.
The tall, blonde man had done fine terrifying a smaller woman before, but this
time he was in for a surprise. Siobhan not only had no intention of backing down, but
she had taught him everything he knew about the blade in his hands, and so it wasn't long
before he had been forced back onto the defensive. Stumbling backwards, awkwardly
managing to somehow block the liquid smooth speed and skill of his instructor. But
everyone's luck ends, and his ended with the stage. He fell hard down the nearly twelve
foot drop into the pit. A single loud crashing sound came drifting up from the darkness
signifying his hit, but nothing else.
One of the other four students, a slender young man of around twenty or so called
Andrew, ran for backstage and the stairs down to the pit to check on Bailey. Siobhan spun
back around to look confusedly at the other three remaining.
"What just happened here?" She asked. "Bailey always used to be a nice guy, why'd
he just blow up all of a sudden? He on drugs or something?"
"Bailey? On drugs? Ma'am, you're more likely to be on drugs than him!" Replied
Amanda, a tiny little blonde who made up for lack of height or strength with the speed
and faultless technique that made her the closest thing to a protégé that Siobhan had in
the small group.
The reply puzzled Siobhan even more though. "Then what was that? Where'd he come
from today, anyways?"
"Um... Chem, I think." This time the answer came from Jonas, a big husky brown
bear kind of a man. "I was supposed to be there too, but I uh, I overslept today."
Siobhan opened her mouth to say something else, but was interrupted by a terrible
scream that suddenly cut off with a gurgling choking sound coming from the pit. She
blinked a few times, before joining the rest of the group in backing away from the edge
of the stage.
"What was that?" Her voice was very calm and even, though she certainly wasn't
feeling that way.
"Sounded kinda like Andrew." Jonas replied, just as calmly, though he was more
than a little pale.
"Anyone feel like going down there and finding out why he screamed?" Siobhan
asked, almost conversationally.
A chorus of negative answers came back.
"Good. Cause I didn't either, and it's always good to know you're not alone."
Siobhan grinned, though she certainly didn't feel like it.
Nervous chuckles came back, people starting to get a bit of their bravery back.
Unfortunately, that would be when the door to the pit slammed open and a horrible
groan emitted from the darkness beyond it. Siobhan took a nervous step forwards, putting
herself and her sword between her students and whatever might be coming out from the
doorway.
The first thing anyone saw was a massive pale paw of a hand gripping the door
frame. Bailey's hand, no one else's being _that_ big, except maybe Jonas. Blood streaked
the hand as well as the arm that pulled through the darkness next.
"Bailey? Are you alright?" Siobhan called tentatively, only getting another
painful groan in response. "Where's Andrew, Bailey?"
Bailey's head poked out of the darkness, it was bowed, face towards the ground,
swaying gently from side to side as if to an unheard rhythm. His hair was disordered
chaos, hanging in straggly limp waves around his head. His skin was unusually pale,
lacking its normally ruddy glow. His face was mottled black, blue, yellow, and green
with bruises. He moved slowly and every few moments an unearthly groan emanated from
his lips.
Then he stepped fully from the darkness and his head swung around towards them as
if someone had pulled a string on a puppet. His right foot twisted back and around until
his toe was pointed towards the left side of his body, the bone poking dully white from a
tear in his pant leg. His left arm hung limp and useless by his side, bending three times
in directions it should never bend in places not humanly designed to bend. His neck was
swollen and bruised horribly, breath rasping hideously in the still air of the theatre.
But the two most horrible things of all about his terrible appearance weren't the
broken limbs or extensive bruising. No. One of the two most horrible things were the
twisted hunk of metal that looked like a cymbal stand poking through his chest, leaving a
hollow sucking hole. The other was the arm gripped tightly in his right claw-like hand.
An arm still clad in the gray and green checked flannel sleeve of the shirt Andrew had
been wearing when he went down the stairs to check on Bailey.
"Oh my God..." Jessica whispered from behind Siobhan before turning to sob into
the shoulder of Jonas, who had lifted the girl after he'd discovered that she'd sprained
her ankle trying to get away from the enraged Bailey earlier.
Siobhan swallowed hard, glancing over at Amanda who had removed the guard from
her saber and stepped up to stand at her teacher's side with a determined look on her
face. Siobhan took some measure of pride in her student, then turned back to the
staggering hulk that apparently already killed one of her students and gathered her
courage around her.
"What have you done to Andrew, Bailey?" Siobhan asked cautiously, taking a step
forwards, waving Amanda to stand back. "Bailey, listen to me. You're hurt real bad. Why
don't you put that... that thing down, and let us help you."
Bailey groaned again, louder than usual and took an increasingly quick step
towards the small group.
Siobhan's face went stern. "Bailey, hold! Stay right there and do not come any
closer!" She barked, holding her saber out towards him.
Bailey shuffled a bit closer.
"Bailey, I'm warning you! You come a step closer and I _will_ stab you!"
Bailey moaned an moved closer, reaching out with his broken arm towards them,
mouth gaping open. He'd gotten close enough that they could make out the color of his
eyes, no longer the bright cerulean that danced when he laughed, his eyes had paled to
a washed out blue, nearly white. His mouth was wet scarlet against his mottled skin.
Siobhan shouted and lunged forwards, lancing her saber through his right shoulder.
The saber blade slid back out smoothly with no hesitation or grating as Siobhan returned
to her original stance. The blade still shone in the light, not even a trace of blood
marring is clear silver surface, much to Siobhan's shock.
Bailey didn't even slow. He just growled low in his throat and staggered forwards.
"Dammit, Bailey! No closer! One more step and you're dead!" Siobhan yelled, taking
a step back, waving the others to move back as well.
Bailey listened to the death threat about as much as he had the warning of injury.
His steps shuffled him growling closer.
Siobhan snarled, furious that she was left with no recourse. She stepped forwards
once more, saber flashing in the stage lights and screaming though the air as it swept
upwards from her left hip up to point at the ceiling over her right shoulder. Along the
way, it tore into Bailey's throat, exploding out the other side in a shower of viscera and
bone shards, but no spray.
The body shuffled forwards a few more steps, much to their horror, before
crumpling down to join the head on the ground. Siobhan stared blankly at her saber. No
blood marred its surface, only a thick, reeking, black mucus-like substance. Her nose
crinkled up in nauseated disgust before she managed to wipe the blade clean on Bailey's
shirt. She turned to face the others who were staring in blank shock at her.
"Y-y-you _killed_ him..." Amanda whispered, staring, not at Siobhan like the
others but at Bailey's broken, beheaded remains.
Siobhan shook her head. "He was _already_ dead, Amanda. Listen, you guys, I'm
not gonna lie and tell you that I know what's going on here, cause I don't have a clue.
Right now, I'm thinking the thing to do here is to get our gear and get the hell _out_
of here."
It took a couple of long, agonizing moments, mainly consisting of staring at each
other, but the three students finally came to agreement with their instructor. It was
time to get the hell out of Dodge.
"Here's the plan, guys." Siobhan began, standing at a tense sort of ease at the
edge of a circle made up of the two young women and a young man, not a one older than
twenty except Siobhan. She made certain to make direct eye contact with each member of the
tiny group. "Right now, we're gonna get over to the green room and snag our gear. After
that, we can decide what to do next. Good for you?"
Jessica, a auburn haired waif of a girl, spoke up first in a timid sort of voice.
"What about Andrew?"
Siobhan shook her head sadly, letting her gaze fall to the ground before looking
up and meeting Jessica's green eyes. "Andrew's probably dead… or worse, like Bailey was.
There's nothing we can do for him now. Anything else?"
"Can you keep us safe from what happened to Bailey?" Jonas questioned, his deep
bass voice rumbling darkly up from his feet.
Siobhan just stared at him a moment before answering. "Listen, I don't know what
happened to Bailey, so there is simply no way that I can guarantee that the same thing
won't happen to you."
"Alright. Least you're honest about it." Jonas rumbled, lifting Jessica up so that
she wouldn't have to walk on her twisted ankle.
The tiny blonde girl with clear, piercing violet eyes standing next to Siobhan had
spent most of the time staring down at the ground and hadn't spoken a word. Finally,
Amanda looked up and gazed quietly at Jonas and Jessica then glanced over at Siobhan.
"I won't ask for any promises that I know you can't make." She began. "I just ask
that you do your best to keep them safe." She gestured towards Jessica and Jonas. "Can you
do that?"
Siobhan smiled sadly, fully aware that two of her students had already been lost.
"Yes. But, what about you?"
Amanda smiled wanly back, though her expression soon turned solemn. "I can take
care of myself. You taught me that. I'll go you wherever you tell me to. Where you
lead, Siobhan, I'll follow."
Siobhan nodded, then spun about on her heel. "Alright, guys. Let's be about it."
As they stepped towards the doors, Siobhan reached down and pulled a cell phone
from one of the ammo pockets on her trousers, dialed in a speed dial number and lifted the
phone to her ear. A few moments later she had obviously been answered.
"Yo, Jeffries. There's been a situation here at the college. I need you to seal
down the Shelter. Yeah, completely, no one in or out without combined access pass, visual,
and vocal conformation. Larder's full, right? Oh, thank the Blessed Hosts! Yeah. Yeah.
Hey, listen, I'm gonna need you to rouse Alex and get her to prep the clinic, there's a
good chance we'll be bringing in wounded. No, can't get into it now, I'll explain when I
get there. Right. Right. See you soon. Siobhan out."
Then the phone was locked down and returned to her pocket. Siobhan double timed
to catch up to the rest of her group.
And so the small group of four moved off the stage and out of the auditorium.
Destination... Green Room.
involved in this work of fiction. The main reason is that if I claimed to own the people,
they'd probably get _really_ mad at me and come after me with a baseball bat,
three swords, four maces, a couple axes, and at least one automatic rifle. These are _not_
people to get mad at you. O_O;; Oh yeah, I also don't claim Jefferson College, which I
have to include cause I borrow _really_ heavily from the campus layout for _this_ campus,
which actually _doesn't_ exist in RL.
Author's Note: Something you may need before you began to read, unless you _like_
mispronoucing names. Siobhan is a gaelic name, which some will tell you means that no
matter _how_ it is spelt, it isn't pronounced that way. In this case, Siobhan is pronounced
the same as Shaun or Shawn. Generally speaking, most other names are pronounced as they
are spelt.
Chapter One
The Beginning
The young woman crouched relaxed, leaning slightly upon the unsheathed saber in
her hands as she watched five young people move back and forth across the uneven surface
of the stage before her, guarded blades flashing in the light as they flickered and danced
in their owners' hands. Her dark hair was pulled back in a ponytail near the base of her
neck, and further slicked back from her face with the combined water from her recent
shower as well as sweat from vigorous exercise. Her eyes were hazel, sometimes flashing
emerald or even sapphire as she watched her students with the proprietary air of a proud
teacher, the barest twisting of the corner of her lips upwards.
Her clothing was dark, but neat. A black, silken dress shirt, high collared and
long sleeved, fully buttoned, covered her torso. Black, rip-stop pants, cut in a fashion
not unlike that of BDU trousers, bloused into highly polished leather boots, covered her
legs. A leather belt, equally black, cinched about her waist, nearly two inches wide,
held a knife, sheathed at a diagonal on her back, and the sheath of the saber in her
hands on her left hip.
Her eyes narrowed suddenly and a furrow of concentration appeared on her forehead,
lips turning downwards into a disapproving frown. One of her students, a young man, maybe
seventeen to eighteen years of age, had lunged forwards at his opponent, a girl that could
count nineteen years, with a snarl of fury. The blue-gray guard that had covered the edge
of his blade clattered soundlessly to the ground nearby.
"Bailey, hold!" The woman in black barked, surging to her feet and across the stage
to interpose her blade between his and the wide-eyed girl who now hid behind the woman.
The black-clad woman's eyes flashed a dangerous emerald as she glared over the crossed
blades at the still snarling man across from her. "This is _stage_ _combat_, Bailey. What
the _hell_ do you think you're doing??"
With a growl he shoved her back and away from him. "Bitch _cut_ me! I'm gonna make
her pay!" He roared, going after the girl trying desperately to get away.
He had strength and height on the woman in black, and his rage was giving him a
significant edge in speed as well. Her eyes narrowed and her lips thinned to a bare line.
He had several advantages, but she had one thing he didn't, and that was experience.
Hopefully, it would be enough.
"You know I can't let you do that, Bailey." She informed him, once again
interposing herself between Bailey and the girl. "Whatever happened, I know Jessie didn't
mean it." The last came out more as a grunt than anything, as she caught his blade with
her own.
His eyes flashed with rage, there was no reasoning with him. "Bull_shit_,
Siobhan! I _know_ she meant it!"
Siobhan's expression went completely grim at that. Suddenly, she had been forced
to shift from teacher to duelist and she didn't care for it one bit. But there was
nothing she could do about it. It was her place as instructor to protect her students
and keep them safe, even from one of their own.
The tall, blonde man had done fine terrifying a smaller woman before, but this
time he was in for a surprise. Siobhan not only had no intention of backing down, but
she had taught him everything he knew about the blade in his hands, and so it wasn't long
before he had been forced back onto the defensive. Stumbling backwards, awkwardly
managing to somehow block the liquid smooth speed and skill of his instructor. But
everyone's luck ends, and his ended with the stage. He fell hard down the nearly twelve
foot drop into the pit. A single loud crashing sound came drifting up from the darkness
signifying his hit, but nothing else.
One of the other four students, a slender young man of around twenty or so called
Andrew, ran for backstage and the stairs down to the pit to check on Bailey. Siobhan spun
back around to look confusedly at the other three remaining.
"What just happened here?" She asked. "Bailey always used to be a nice guy, why'd
he just blow up all of a sudden? He on drugs or something?"
"Bailey? On drugs? Ma'am, you're more likely to be on drugs than him!" Replied
Amanda, a tiny little blonde who made up for lack of height or strength with the speed
and faultless technique that made her the closest thing to a protégé that Siobhan had in
the small group.
The reply puzzled Siobhan even more though. "Then what was that? Where'd he come
from today, anyways?"
"Um... Chem, I think." This time the answer came from Jonas, a big husky brown
bear kind of a man. "I was supposed to be there too, but I uh, I overslept today."
Siobhan opened her mouth to say something else, but was interrupted by a terrible
scream that suddenly cut off with a gurgling choking sound coming from the pit. She
blinked a few times, before joining the rest of the group in backing away from the edge
of the stage.
"What was that?" Her voice was very calm and even, though she certainly wasn't
feeling that way.
"Sounded kinda like Andrew." Jonas replied, just as calmly, though he was more
than a little pale.
"Anyone feel like going down there and finding out why he screamed?" Siobhan
asked, almost conversationally.
A chorus of negative answers came back.
"Good. Cause I didn't either, and it's always good to know you're not alone."
Siobhan grinned, though she certainly didn't feel like it.
Nervous chuckles came back, people starting to get a bit of their bravery back.
Unfortunately, that would be when the door to the pit slammed open and a horrible
groan emitted from the darkness beyond it. Siobhan took a nervous step forwards, putting
herself and her sword between her students and whatever might be coming out from the
doorway.
The first thing anyone saw was a massive pale paw of a hand gripping the door
frame. Bailey's hand, no one else's being _that_ big, except maybe Jonas. Blood streaked
the hand as well as the arm that pulled through the darkness next.
"Bailey? Are you alright?" Siobhan called tentatively, only getting another
painful groan in response. "Where's Andrew, Bailey?"
Bailey's head poked out of the darkness, it was bowed, face towards the ground,
swaying gently from side to side as if to an unheard rhythm. His hair was disordered
chaos, hanging in straggly limp waves around his head. His skin was unusually pale,
lacking its normally ruddy glow. His face was mottled black, blue, yellow, and green
with bruises. He moved slowly and every few moments an unearthly groan emanated from
his lips.
Then he stepped fully from the darkness and his head swung around towards them as
if someone had pulled a string on a puppet. His right foot twisted back and around until
his toe was pointed towards the left side of his body, the bone poking dully white from a
tear in his pant leg. His left arm hung limp and useless by his side, bending three times
in directions it should never bend in places not humanly designed to bend. His neck was
swollen and bruised horribly, breath rasping hideously in the still air of the theatre.
But the two most horrible things of all about his terrible appearance weren't the
broken limbs or extensive bruising. No. One of the two most horrible things were the
twisted hunk of metal that looked like a cymbal stand poking through his chest, leaving a
hollow sucking hole. The other was the arm gripped tightly in his right claw-like hand.
An arm still clad in the gray and green checked flannel sleeve of the shirt Andrew had
been wearing when he went down the stairs to check on Bailey.
"Oh my God..." Jessica whispered from behind Siobhan before turning to sob into
the shoulder of Jonas, who had lifted the girl after he'd discovered that she'd sprained
her ankle trying to get away from the enraged Bailey earlier.
Siobhan swallowed hard, glancing over at Amanda who had removed the guard from
her saber and stepped up to stand at her teacher's side with a determined look on her
face. Siobhan took some measure of pride in her student, then turned back to the
staggering hulk that apparently already killed one of her students and gathered her
courage around her.
"What have you done to Andrew, Bailey?" Siobhan asked cautiously, taking a step
forwards, waving Amanda to stand back. "Bailey, listen to me. You're hurt real bad. Why
don't you put that... that thing down, and let us help you."
Bailey groaned again, louder than usual and took an increasingly quick step
towards the small group.
Siobhan's face went stern. "Bailey, hold! Stay right there and do not come any
closer!" She barked, holding her saber out towards him.
Bailey shuffled a bit closer.
"Bailey, I'm warning you! You come a step closer and I _will_ stab you!"
Bailey moaned an moved closer, reaching out with his broken arm towards them,
mouth gaping open. He'd gotten close enough that they could make out the color of his
eyes, no longer the bright cerulean that danced when he laughed, his eyes had paled to
a washed out blue, nearly white. His mouth was wet scarlet against his mottled skin.
Siobhan shouted and lunged forwards, lancing her saber through his right shoulder.
The saber blade slid back out smoothly with no hesitation or grating as Siobhan returned
to her original stance. The blade still shone in the light, not even a trace of blood
marring is clear silver surface, much to Siobhan's shock.
Bailey didn't even slow. He just growled low in his throat and staggered forwards.
"Dammit, Bailey! No closer! One more step and you're dead!" Siobhan yelled, taking
a step back, waving the others to move back as well.
Bailey listened to the death threat about as much as he had the warning of injury.
His steps shuffled him growling closer.
Siobhan snarled, furious that she was left with no recourse. She stepped forwards
once more, saber flashing in the stage lights and screaming though the air as it swept
upwards from her left hip up to point at the ceiling over her right shoulder. Along the
way, it tore into Bailey's throat, exploding out the other side in a shower of viscera and
bone shards, but no spray.
The body shuffled forwards a few more steps, much to their horror, before
crumpling down to join the head on the ground. Siobhan stared blankly at her saber. No
blood marred its surface, only a thick, reeking, black mucus-like substance. Her nose
crinkled up in nauseated disgust before she managed to wipe the blade clean on Bailey's
shirt. She turned to face the others who were staring in blank shock at her.
"Y-y-you _killed_ him..." Amanda whispered, staring, not at Siobhan like the
others but at Bailey's broken, beheaded remains.
Siobhan shook her head. "He was _already_ dead, Amanda. Listen, you guys, I'm
not gonna lie and tell you that I know what's going on here, cause I don't have a clue.
Right now, I'm thinking the thing to do here is to get our gear and get the hell _out_
of here."
It took a couple of long, agonizing moments, mainly consisting of staring at each
other, but the three students finally came to agreement with their instructor. It was
time to get the hell out of Dodge.
"Here's the plan, guys." Siobhan began, standing at a tense sort of ease at the
edge of a circle made up of the two young women and a young man, not a one older than
twenty except Siobhan. She made certain to make direct eye contact with each member of the
tiny group. "Right now, we're gonna get over to the green room and snag our gear. After
that, we can decide what to do next. Good for you?"
Jessica, a auburn haired waif of a girl, spoke up first in a timid sort of voice.
"What about Andrew?"
Siobhan shook her head sadly, letting her gaze fall to the ground before looking
up and meeting Jessica's green eyes. "Andrew's probably dead… or worse, like Bailey was.
There's nothing we can do for him now. Anything else?"
"Can you keep us safe from what happened to Bailey?" Jonas questioned, his deep
bass voice rumbling darkly up from his feet.
Siobhan just stared at him a moment before answering. "Listen, I don't know what
happened to Bailey, so there is simply no way that I can guarantee that the same thing
won't happen to you."
"Alright. Least you're honest about it." Jonas rumbled, lifting Jessica up so that
she wouldn't have to walk on her twisted ankle.
The tiny blonde girl with clear, piercing violet eyes standing next to Siobhan had
spent most of the time staring down at the ground and hadn't spoken a word. Finally,
Amanda looked up and gazed quietly at Jonas and Jessica then glanced over at Siobhan.
"I won't ask for any promises that I know you can't make." She began. "I just ask
that you do your best to keep them safe." She gestured towards Jessica and Jonas. "Can you
do that?"
Siobhan smiled sadly, fully aware that two of her students had already been lost.
"Yes. But, what about you?"
Amanda smiled wanly back, though her expression soon turned solemn. "I can take
care of myself. You taught me that. I'll go you wherever you tell me to. Where you
lead, Siobhan, I'll follow."
Siobhan nodded, then spun about on her heel. "Alright, guys. Let's be about it."
As they stepped towards the doors, Siobhan reached down and pulled a cell phone
from one of the ammo pockets on her trousers, dialed in a speed dial number and lifted the
phone to her ear. A few moments later she had obviously been answered.
"Yo, Jeffries. There's been a situation here at the college. I need you to seal
down the Shelter. Yeah, completely, no one in or out without combined access pass, visual,
and vocal conformation. Larder's full, right? Oh, thank the Blessed Hosts! Yeah. Yeah.
Hey, listen, I'm gonna need you to rouse Alex and get her to prep the clinic, there's a
good chance we'll be bringing in wounded. No, can't get into it now, I'll explain when I
get there. Right. Right. See you soon. Siobhan out."
Then the phone was locked down and returned to her pocket. Siobhan double timed
to catch up to the rest of her group.
And so the small group of four moved off the stage and out of the auditorium.
Destination... Green Room.