"GUYS! GUYS! HEY! SHUT IT! ugh" couldn't that at least listen, maybe sit down! The brown haired teenage girl sighed, grabbed the microphone off the stand and stuck it next to the sound system.
Feedback squealed, and various reactions occurred. Some covered their ears, or shut their eyes, or even ducked.
She pulled the mic back and spoke into it.
"So are you finally ready to shut up?" She paused looking frustrated "Thank you. So, I have an announcement, which I'm sure many of you have heard rumor of. We have freed the beloved cast, of 'Supernatural'!" Cheers erupted at this, and she smiled allowing them to continue for a minute before raising her hands to shush them. This time the quiet was almost instantaneous. Whether because they recalled the most obnoxious sound when they failed to listen last time, or because they wanted to learn more, it didn't matter. "One of them, has agreed to speak to you all." Light mummers. "Please use your more civilized selves, they have all been through traumatic experiences recently. Which is why there will be no questions, nor autographs, pictures, or anything else." Voices rose in indignation, she ignored them and kept talking. "Please welcome, kindly, Mark Sheppard!" Applause arose, and Mark walked in, but she did not stay to hear what he said.
She walked in search of peace and quiet, and it being dark out she found it. At first, she was on her way to the Ringers homeroom, but she remembered how the base was expecting newcomers any time now. So decided she would like to see and greet them. She made her way to the welcoming docks.
She got there just in time to see them drive in.
When they got out of their BMW, she could see them, for whom they were. A boy, about 15 or 16 years old, and another boy whom she presumed to be his younger brother, about 12 or 13. She gave a light smile, and made a move closer, but stopped. Something was wrong. The boys seemed scared. Not like the normal confused and uncertain look most gave. They looked terrified as if they needed to say something but couldn't force it out.
"Sir, what hour is it?" she called hoping for the counterpart to reply, but it wasn't. Instead, the door creaked open. Fingering her pistol and taser, she stepped around the car.
"He needs help" the younger boy squeaked out.
She shot a concerned look at him, but couldn't say anything before Seth fell out of the drivers seat, covered in blood. Shock held her in place for a moment, but quick to recover, she ran to his side. Touching her ear, she spoke, loud and in a commanding way.