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Lindbergh Elementary School
Approximately 12:05 p.m.-12:20 p.m.
"So, this is one heck of a day," Nick said while putting his feet up on the desk in front of him. "No homework so far, a nice lunch, and to top it all off, no sign of Neutron. Yep, life is sweet," he told several nearby classmates. They all nodded their heads in agreement.
Just then Ms. Fowl walked back into the classroom. Everyone turned straight ahead and became quiet. She smiled at their obedience. "Well, take out your history books and open to page," she was cut off by the intercom crackling on.
"Attention students. Sorry to interrupt..." Mr. Willoughby paused as he heard a popping sound behind him. Keeping the microphone on, he spun around and saw a man dressed in black with a black mask holding a gun at him. He could see his secretary and several other coworkers lying on the floor in a puddle of blood.
"Finish the announcement," the man softly said. "Do it!" he said a little louder.
Mr. Willoughby nodded his head and grabbed the microphone. "Um, please do not throw food in the cafeteria. That is all." He placed the microphone back down and pretended to turn it off.
"What is..." was all the gym teacher had time to say before getting shot twice in the chest. He clutched his bloody shirt and fell on the floor.
The masked gunmen took a few steps back, keeping his gun aimed at Principal Willoughby's heart. Principal Willoughby could tell he was about to be shot. "Kids hide!" he shouted before the bullet struck him.
Across the school, children and adults alike stared at the intercom, terribly confused by what was going on. Sheen, Carl, and Libby stared at each other, scared out of their minds. "What exactly is going on?" Libby asked no one in particular.
Her question was answered when another gunmen kicked the door to the classroom down. He entered the room and saturated it with bullets. Once his clip was empty he pulled out another fully loaded gun and surveyed the damage.
Sheen, Carl, Nick, Libby, Brittany, and two other students lay crouched under their desks. Some were hurt, but they were alive. Everyone else, including Ms. Fowl, lay dead.
The masked man quickly counted the survivors. The killer spoke into the handless cell phone on his head (you know, the ones that government agents wear on TV). "We've got seven alive in here. Uh-huh. Consider it done. Need second man for capturing."
The man tightened his grip on the gun in his right hand. "Sorry kids. Can only handle so many hostages." He fired two bullets each into the two nameless students.
The five others stared on in horror. The gunmen turned his attention to them. "Stand up with your hands above your head." Nobody moved. "Now!" he angrily shouted while firing a bullet near Libby's foot. Everyone jumped up.
A second masked gunmen entered the room. He aimed a pistol at the kids as the first gunmen put his away. He pulled some rope and tape out of his backpack. "You try anything, anything funny, and we'll blow your brains out. We've got plenty more hostages."
He stepped forward and tied each persons hands behind their back. He also duck-taped their mouths shut. "Move," he said while pulling out his gun again and pointing it at the door. Nick, Libby, Sheen, Carl, and Brittany slowly made their way out into the hallway.