Author's note:
Warnings: Graphic violence, death, harsh behavior towards the gay community, language, sensuality
*I don't own Glee, Klaine, Niff, and Wevid.
Troy walked down the dark corridor carrying a manila envelope to the room where Cory and Shaun were hanging out in.
"Aye, bro," Troy greeted, tossing the folder into Shaun's lap. "Rafael's got all the new shit upstairs."
"Then what the hell is this?" Cory asked, lifting the envelope out of Shaun's lap.
"Those are the pictures of—"
"OH DAMN, are you serious?" Shaun said, ripping the envelope out of Cory's hands.
"Yeah, Rocky and Dominique breached Dalton's firewall and got the pictures of all those bastards on the list. Damn lucky we have both of them on board or else we'd be screwed." Troy replied.
"Lets see what we've got here…" Shaun murmured.
All three of the boys flipped through all the pictures, scoffing and making faces of disgust.
"God, look at them," Cory said, tossing the pictures of the male students on the list Rocky gave Rafael onto the coffee table. "Can't wait to take 'em all down."
"It'll be so easy," Shaun sighed, sitting back with his hands behind his head. "I say we should make up a game plan tonight and execute it tomorrow morning at ten."
"I'm the one who calls the shots, you bastard." Rafael said, striding into the room with Rocky, Dominique, and Steel.
"I was suggesting, dumbass." Shaun retorted, sitting up.
Troy snickered.
"So I hear that you got some new material to work with, huh?" Cory said, turning to Rafael.
"You heard right." He replied as Steel tossed a burlap sack full of guns onto the coffee table.
Cory opened the mouth of the bag and pulled out a slick Desert Eagle. Dominique stepped forward and rummaged through the sack. His hand came up with a 1911 Colt 45.
"I have a few rifles in the back—"
"—which one of them is totally mine." Steel said, interrupting Rafael.
Rafael threw a glare at Steel and continued. "… so if we all take one, but somehow manage it to lose it during the shooting, the little pistols in the bag there can be like a back up."
"Sweet." Rocky said.
"So what are we gonna do? How are we gonna get in?" Shaun asked.
"So since I went to Dalton last year, I'm gonna lead us through." Rocky announced.
"But I wanna make it clear that I'm still in charge of the whole operation." Rafael clarified.
"Right, so the entire perimeter of the campus is a stone wall that's like eight feet high. And there's always security at the front gate." Rocky began.
"Well then take out security. Snipe 'em from a nearby bush." Steel mumbled.
"Well, if we do that, than we still can't get in from there. The gate can only be opened from the inside."
"Wow, then how the bloody hell are we gonna get into this place?" Dominique growled.
"Mother fuckers thought of everything, didn't they…" Rafael said in a monotone voice, shaking his head.
"Not necessarily," Rocky responded and pulled a folded map of the Dalton campus out of his back pocket. He unfolded it and smoothed it out onto the coffee table, next to the sack of guns. He pointed to a lone building northwest of a big cluster of buildings. "Brennan Hall use to be my dorm building. The wall is really close to the roof of the dorm. So when my friends and I would sneak out past curfew, we would climb out onto the roof. The roof had this flat surface part that was right next to the wall. So we would sneak up to the top floor. The window in the main bathroom was like a little doorway to the flat roof, so we would go through there. Then we would jump from the roof to the wall, and from the wall, we would jump into this tree that was right next to the wall too. Then we would climb down from the tree. There are woods behind the dorm but it's like really thin. You can see people who are far away, and they can see you."
"Perfect. So we can jump the wall when the coast is clear." Steel said, growing excited.
"Yes, so here's what I was thinking: tomorrow is Dalton's quarterly annual Golden Awards. It's this stupid award ceremony where students are recognizedfor random shit. So that's means everyone will be in the auditorium. And I mean everyone, like student body, faculty, and the dean. So no one is gonna beanywhere else on campus."
The team leaned in towards Rocky.
"During the ceremony, I'm gonna have Dom disconnect all the server lines and phone lines that run through the campus so no one's connected to the outside. He's gonna seize control of security cameras next and keep watch over us. He'll be like our eagle. Our 'eye in the sky.'"
"Where will I be doing all this?" Dominique asked.
Rocky turned to Dom. "There's a tree house deep in the woods, don't worry," he replied. "My friends and I built it in the thickest part. You can't see it from the street. Now here's the other thing you're gonna do: you're gonna have to tamper with security's means of communications. Make them hear static in the walkie talkies," Rocky turned to the rest of the team. "That means that we can't use our walkies either because of Dom, which also means we won't have direct communication to each other. That's not particularly good… cause we're gonna have to split up after we tie up the dean and the office secretaries."
Frantic outburst sounded from each of the guys.
"That's insane!"
"We can't split up! We have to stick together!"
"What if one of us is caught? How will the rest of us know? We won't have walkies because they'll be down, just like security's!"
"Guys, guys!" Rocky yelled. "Sorry, I can't think of another way we can do this! Traveling in a pack would make everything easier to find us. If we split up,we'd cover more ground and get all the guys on the list faster so we can get the hell out of there."
"How will we know who's down and who's left if we can't tell each other who we killed?" Shaun asked.
Rocky pressed his lips into a firm line.
"Maybe we can rendezvous somewhere…?" Troy suggested.
"That could work." Cory approved.
"But we have to keep moving so we can get the hell out of there, right?" Rafael said, repeating what Rocky had said.
"I have an idea."
Everyone's eyes turned to Dom. Dom reached into his pocket and pulled out a black box with a short antenna that looked like it belonged to a mini microphone set for stage performers. Attached to the box was a long wire that split into two shorter wires. On the end of one of the shorter wires was a small earpiece that wrapped around the ear. On the end of the other was a mini clip on microphone. "You would put this on, and we would all be connected to each other, and connected to me. Of course you would speak into the little microphone, and we would all hear it," He stepped forward and laid the communication set on the Dalton campus map. "Communication problem solved."
"Would the security static mess with it?" Steel asked, eyeing the set.
"No." Dom replied.
"Well then, boys. We've ourselves a game plan." Rafael said with a smile.
I'm just saying this:
I support the LGBT community. That's why it was so hard for me to write the dialog for the team because I'm really sensitive towards homophobic behavior.