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Special agent Scott Rivers put another sunflower seed in his mouth. He sighed as he continued to listen to eighth grade history teacher Roger Harlan go on and on about the Civil War. Scott checked his watch. 2:50. School would be over in ten minutes. At 3:15, Roger Harlan was supposed to die. He was a star witness in a major trial that had a notorious crime boss facing either life in prison or the death penalty. The FBI had caught wind that the mob was shutting people up after three key witnesses were found dead under unusual circumstances. The Boston Field Office was called in to protect Harlan at all costs. Harlan's brother had close ties to the mob boss on trial. The brother had been killed off about a year earlier before the boss was arrested. Harlan had fled from Chicago to Boston. Soon after that the FBI stormed the mob boss's Chicago home and arrested him and five other big members of the Caprenza mob family. Two of the arrested family members had already been executed. The family had been unable to protect them. The other three members and the boss were set to go on trial in a week. Harlan was one of three witnesses in Boston. The other two had not yet come to the FBI for help.

Scott was currently listening in to Harlan's last class thanks to a recording device hidden in his desk. If the mob got ballsy and attacked him in the school, Scott and his men had to know. Scott was alone in the van that had been set up. He had one agent posing as an electrician on top of a telephone pole nearby. Two agents were inside posing as janitors. Scott's partner, Derek Cross, was sitting in an unmarked car in the front parking lot. A car line had already started to form.

"Stay alert, guys. Harlan is just finishing his lecture," said Scott.

"Learn anything new, Scott?" asked Derek.

"Only that this guy is a boring ass teacher. And some kid named Zack almost fell asleep," explained Scott.

"That's nothing. I have a fucking pigeon up here that thinks I'm the public restroom." Scott laughed as Special agent Marty Groves, who was on the telephone pole, complained.

"OK. Reports due in a week. See you tomorrow." Scott jumped up as Harlan finished his lecture.

"He's letting them out early. Let's grab this guy and haul ass," ordered Scott. Pete, Johnny? You guys near the room?"

"Yeah. We'll go in after all the kids leave," said Special agent Johnny Mercer.

"Keep an eye out. We don't know what these guys are planning."

"Shit, two guys in suits just entered the building," said Marty over the radio.

"Harlan is talking to a kid in his room. Johnny, Paul, run interference. Everyone else move in." Scott threw down his headset and burst out of the van. Marty was coming down the pole. Derek was getting out of the corner. That's when the SUV broke out. Then came the gunfire. Then all hell broke loose.

Zack Martin sighed as he and Mr. Harlan walked down the hall.

"Zack, I know you can do better in my class then a C. Did you go to a tutor?" asked Harlan.

"No. I just don't have time. With basketball and going out." Harlan sighed.

"Zack, if your grades go any lower you won't be allowed to play basketball. I don't want that to happen," said Harlan. Zack nodded. Two janitors walked up to them.

"Mr. Harlan," said one of them. Harlan seemed to recognize them.

"All right, Johnny. Let's go. Zack, I'll see you tomorrow," said Harlan. Zack nodded and started to walk away. That's weird, he thought. Two men in suits rounded a corner. Zack heard one of the janitors start to shout. The men in suits drew guns and fired. Zack watched in horror as the janitors were shot in the chest and head several times. Harlan got hit several times. Zack gasped in horror as blood went everywhere. Then he felt a pain in his stomach. Zack looked down. Blood was seeping through his shirt. Zack placed his hands over the wound and collapsed. The shooters took off in the opposite direction, leaving Zack to fend for himself.

"Zack better not leave without me again," Cody said to himself. He had had trouble getting his locker open, and was now trying to shove four books into his small backpack. After a minute of struggling with all of his homework, he picked up the one remaining book that couldn't fit in his backpack and stood up. Reaching for his backpack, he turned to leave, and found his backpack way heavier than he thought it would be.

"Ah shit." Cody set his book down and picked his backpack up with both arms and slumped it onto his shoulders. Being so small, Cody was almost pulled down by the weight. Then he realized a problem. His book was on the floor, and if he bent down, he would surely fall down. He sat in the hallway for a few seconds, wondering what he would do about his predicament. Then a series of loud bangs rang through the air. Cody had never heard the sound other than in the movies, but he knew what it was. He just couldn't figure out why it would be in his school. He dropped his backpack and ran to where he thought the sound was coming from. Walking into one hallway he knew that that had been where he heard the gunshots, and he cringed at all the blood he saw. It was splattered all over the walls and floors. Cody had to refrain himself from throwing up when he saw the bodies of two janitors lying on the floor on top of a big pool of blood.

He kept walking and he made out the bloodied figure of his social studies teacher. This was too much to take in. Cody felt himself choke up as he began to cry. There was no way that the janitors and his teacher could have done something so bad that they needed to die. Cody kept walking. He needed to find a phone and call 911. As he walked, he could see something on the floor up ahead. His eyes were all blurry from his crying so he squinted through them. He walked closer and closer to the figure on the floor. With each step he walked faster until he was at a dead sprint. No! It couldn't be! Cody could see the figure on the floor clearly now. But he couldn't believe what he saw. Zack was lying on the floor with blood seeping through his shirt and was shaking uncontrollably.

"Zack!" Cody yelled as he took of his jacket and placed it over his shivering brother.

Zack's eyes fluttered open.

"Cody," he whispered.

"Shhh. Don't talk. I'm going to go call an ambulance. Just stay here and don't fall asleep. I'll be right back." Cody ran to the school office and dialed 911 on the phone. After talking with a 911 operator he hung up the phone and ran back to his brother. Zack seemed to have slipped into sleep while he was gone.

"Zack. You have to wake up. I know you're tired, but you have to stay awake." Zack's eyes fluttered open once again. "The ambulance will be here soon. You just need to hang on. Okay?" Zack nodded his head, but his eyes were starting to close again. In fear that his brother would fall asleep, Cody said, "Tell me about that scary movie you always make me watch. I never get to see it 'cause I'm always closing my eyes."

"After the Zombie slashes the girl's throat, he eats her brain out. Then he sticks his hand through her chest and pulls her heart out and eats that too. It's really gross when he pulls out the intestines..."Zack dragged on. Each of his words was slow and deliberate. As Zack continued on telling about the Zombies, Cody was secretly listening for sirens. A man who looked like an electrician ran up eventually and asked if Cody had called an ambulance. Cody nodded, not once looking at the electrician. It was like a joyous sound from heaven when he finally heard the sirens. It wasn't long before the paramedics were pushing Cody away and loading Zack onto a stretcher. Another ambulance arrived for the three deceased.

"Cody," Zack was saying over all of the commotion.

"What?"

"I love you. Make sure you tell mom I love her, too."

"You're not going to die Zack! You know I can't lose you! I love you too much. And if you love me, you'll fight to live. You hear that, Zack? Promise me you'll fight with every ounce of life you have in you to stay alive!" Cody screamed as he followed the paramedics into the ambulance.

"I promise," he whispered.

"He's stopped breathing!" yelled one of the paramedics.

"What! Zack! You promised! You promised me you'd fight! Zack!" Cody screamed as the ambulance drove away and Cody was dragged to safety by a police officer.

Scott looked up from behind the van. The SUV had driven off. Then he heard shots from inside.

"Oh, shit. Move in! Move in!" Derek and Marty raced towards the building with guns drawn.

"Johnny! Paul! Come in!" Scott felt like kicking something as he burst into the school. Students were screaming and fleeing in every direction. Scott could hear sirens in the distance. He cautiously made his way through the halls.

"Scott, Harlan's dead. Jesus, so is Johnny and Paul. Looks like a kid got shot too. NO sign of the shooters," crackled Marty's voice over the radio.

"We got set up. Someone knew we here. Damnit, get that kid some help," said Scott.

"Already done. His brother called the police. Derek and I are going after the shooters."

"No. Do not let that kid out of your sight. He's our only witness at the moment."

"Kid has a fucking bullet in his stomach. He'll be lucky if he survives the ride to the hospital."

"Stay with that kid, Marty."

"All right, all right. Don't bust my balls." Scott put his radio away as he raced through the hall. If the hit men got away, there was no chance in finding them, even if the kid identified them. If the mob thought there was witness, they would kill the two hit men before they could cut a deal. A quick search of the school showed no sign of the hit men. Scott kicked a locker in frustration. He met up with Derek and Marty outside the school. Police had the school shut down.

"Bastards got away. Where's the kid?" asked Scott.

"On his way to the hospital," replied Marty. Scott rubbed his face.

"We're going to have hell to pay for this fuck up," moaned Scott.

"My ass. Someone set us up. There's no way this was leaked, Scott," said Derek. Scott shook his head.

"Let's hope the powers that be think that as well. Or we're going to be held personally responsible for the deaths of two FBI agents and a major witness in a federal trial."

Cody arrived at the hospital with a police officer, and walked into the waiting room. His mom, Carey, had already been contacted and was on her way. Cody was told to sit in the waiting room until she got there, but he couldn't just sit there while his brother could be dying. He needed to do something. He needed to see Zack. Cody found a hospital directory and located the ER, which just happened to be on the first floor. Now the problem was finding what room Zack was in. He wandered down the first hallway with no such luck. Then it was on to hallway number two. There was no luck there either. Third hall was a charm though. Cody ducked down behind a cart that was in the hallway when two doctors ran by. They entered the room that Zack was in and Cody followed when the coast was clear. He peeked his head above the window and looked inside. What he saw startled him. Zack appeared to be deeply sedated. His eyes were taped and a long tube was sticking out of his mouth. There was a blue sheet draped over him with a section cut open that exposed Zack's stomach. All the doctors in the room had already washed their hands, and the nurses were cleaning Zack's gunshot wound with disinfectant. The doctors were just about to perform the surgery when one of the nurses turned around. Cody ducked down, but knew he had been spotted. The nurse came and shut the curtain, leaving Cody to sit outside the hall.