* * * * *
Sydney was working on a report when Kendall yelled at her to race her way over to the debriefing room. That was easier said than done. It seemed that everyone was huddled around a television that seemed to be strategically placed close to debriefing room. She glanced up at the monitor as she pushed her way through the small crowd. But all she saw was helicopter feed of some large building. There was no authority surrounding it. The roof was deserted, and it appeared to be empty. Sydney failed to see what was so important about that building. "What's going on?" Sydney asked Vaughn as they entered the debriefing room. The same helicopter footage was showing on the large screen in the room. "They're watching this out there. What is this building?" Sydney asked her father.
"This is Hillside High School in a suburban town in Montana." Jack answered. "School shooting, at least three dead. The SWAT team is still making their way around the school."
"What does this have to do with us? Isn't this normally for the FBI?" Sydney asked, taking a seat around the large table.
"Normally yes. But we're receiving some of the early teacher interviews after one of the SWAT members picked up the name Sark."
"Sark?" Sydney asked shocked.
"Why would Sark go shooting in a school?" Vaughn asked, taking the seat next to Sydney.
"Samantha Daily." Kendall switched slides, and now displayed a happy little three-year-old girl swinging on a swing, with her hair up in pigtails. "This is the most recent picture we have of her. This one is very out dated, about 14 years. But on short notice, this is what we could pull"
"Why does Sark want a teenager?" Sydney asked, staring into the deep brown eyes of the little girl, who reminded her of herself at that age.
"We don't know. But they pulled out before they had the girl." Jack answered.
"But we have a pretty good guess who might." Kendall answered.
"My mother." Sydney simply said.
There was a soft tap at the door, and Will stuck his head through gap. "Excuse me. We're getting info from Samantha Daily's classroom. Two dead, three injured in there. That brings the current total to 10 injured, 4 dead. They still have another wing to do down the south hallway. That's where they started to shoot, before the bell rang. They are expecting at least 8 more casualties." Sydney pressed her lips together, and knew what she had to do.
"Will, could you get me a print out of this picture?" Sydney asked pointing to the screen.
"Sure." Will answered before leaving.
"What's that for Sydney?" Vaughn asked.
"If my mother does know who this Daily girl is, then the picture will help convince her to help us."
* * * * *