At the school, Walker just climbed out of the mobile command center; the sound of gun shots is constant only to be broken by the sound of explosions.

Scanning across the parking lot, Walker's eyes stopped on Angela's neon; his thoughts drift to when Angela had convinced him and Alex to allow her to get the car, Angela had paid for over half of the cost of the car. Angela worked part-time at a local mall, where she not only got a weekly salary but she also modeled clothes for the stores, and what ever she modeled the stores allowed her to keep, on the condition that she would direct other people to buy things from her.

The Marti Gras breads that hang from the rear-view mirror catch Walker's attention for some reason. The beads had hung from the mirror ever since Angela had came back from New Orleans, only a few weeks before; where the cheerleading squad had won first place, designating them as the best squad in the country.

Suddenly Walker's cell phone rings jarring Walker out of his thoughts, looking at the screen he doesn't recognize the number.

"Walker," Walker answered his phone.

"Dad," was what Walker heard on the other end of the phone.

"Kristen? What are you doing, you're supposed to be in class right now," Walker asked.

"I know, but they have the school in lockdown; I managed to convince the teacher to allow me to use the phone. We've heard about the shootings, the school has the monitors on the news."

"Yeah, it's pretty bad out here right now," Walker said looking at his watch, the family has an emergency rule that all calls shouldn't last for more than five minutes in order to keep the lines clear.

"Kristen, do you know anything about Brittney or Natalie?"

"Yeah, their classes were brought into our room because of the windows in the other rooms." Kristen said.

For a moment Walker had to convince himself that it was not Angela on the phone; because Kristen's tone of voice was so much like Angela's: calm and the hint of Angela's 'take charge' attitude; that Walker always had contributed to Angela being the oldest in the family, and was normally left in charge if no adults were around. But Kristen was proving that even as the youngest, she to could take control of a emergency situation and stay calm.

"Honey, five minutes are almost up, I'll talk to you later, okay."

"Okay," Kristen hesitated and then asked in a small voice, "Are they going to be okay, Daddy?" Walker gave a small smile at his youngest who had sounded so grown up just a few minutes ago. Kristen was still at the age where if Walker said everything would be ok, she believed him without a second thought.

Deciding not to lie to her, Walker responded, "I don't know yet, I have to go now, Kristen; I'll take to you later, ok?"

"Ok, bye dad." And with that Kristen hung up the phone.

Gage sat inside the mobile command center as he listened to a call that the 911 operator had sent them. From what Gage could figure, it had started as a legitimate 911 call and at some point the shooters had gotten the phone and could now be heard on the phone, as they continued through out the school on their shooting rampage.

Finally, the shooters made a comment about going to the library. When they reached the library on the second floor, they opened fire and for at least five minutes all that could be heard was the sound of gunfire and screaming. Finally the shooters stopped to reload that was when Gage heard some thing that almost made his blood run cold.

"Why are you doing this?" came the distinct voice of Angela Walker. Gage recognized her immediately followed by the shooters taunts about her father couldn't save her and a long list of vulgar insults to Angela. There was then a long series of gun fire and several screams, then finally an explosion; followed by cheers and one of the shooters sinisterly saying "It's fun to kill people."

With that the line went dead, Gage took off the headphones that he had been wearing and looked out the door of the command center. He could see where Walker is standing, he had just hung up his cell phone and was pacing. Getting out of the command center, Gage wondered if he should tell Walker what he had heard.

Gage decided against telling him since he couldn't be sure if Angela had been only wounded or if she had been killed; and Gage certainly didn't want to be the one to tell Walker about the vulgarities that Angela had been called, the nicest comment was that Angela was called was a whore. The worst were terms that Gage didn't even like hearing, peroid; let alone hearing someone being called them, especially Angela, who, Gage thought of her almost as his own daughter sometimes.

TBC

(A/N: I know it is short but I wanted to get it out and thought it would be a good cliffhanger.)