Peter was a professional federal agent trained to handle threats. When they walked into the wood shop and got his hands tied, he knew he would need those skills.

"What are we doing here?" he asked.

"I've got questions," Woods replied.

Peter glanced around the room. The goon, Adams, was beside him, and the headmaster, Slater, hovered by the door and looked like a scared rabbit. Woods was where he would put his focus.

"And as you know," Woods continued, "this is where I like to ask them. Who do you work for? And don't give me any of that Hong Kong banker crap!"

"You've got all the answers," Peter returned. "Why don't you tell me?"

"Did the Juarez brothers send you?"

"Hey, he's with the cartel?" Slater asked, terrified.

"You've got it all wrong," Peter said, almost smiling. "Check my jacket pocket."

Woods nodded to Adams, and the man pulled out his badge and checked the ID.

"FBI," he said.

"FBI!" Slater yelled.

"Shut up, Graham!" Woods returned.

"We can't cut up a fed," Adams protested.

"Yes, we can. Go on!" Peter could hear a sigh from the goon beside him, but he turned the saw on.

"You're gonna talk, or you're gonna disappear!"

As Neal ran through the corridors, Mozzie called.

"You'll be happy to know I just did the equivalent of the hoisting of the boom box," his friend said with a giggle at the other end. Solving Evan's love issues did not have top priority at the moment.

"Peter's in trouble. I need your help."

"I'm on my way."

"What are we doing here?" Peter's voice echoed through a corridor Neal just passed. He stopped and backtracked.

"I've got questions."

"Hang on, Moz," Neal said and sneaked down the corridor. He stopped outside the door to the wood shop room. It had a frosted window, so he could not see, just hear. And Woods was prepared to kill Peter. Beside Peter and Woods, he heard two more voices. He moved away from the door.

"Listen, I'm outnumbered three to one," he told Moz. "We need a distraction."

"What kind of distraction?"

"Anything. It's classroom 23B. Hurry." He hung up. He thumbed on his phone. What else could he do? Then Chloe came up the stairs. He could use that… It was not the best practice teacher-student behavior, but it would be harmless in the big picture of things.

"Hey, Chloe, I've been looking for you."

"Mr. Cooper, hey." She held a paper. "Someone put this in my gym bag." Probably Mozzie. Or maybe Evan but…

"Listen, we should talk."

"Yeah, I'm sorry about my dad."

"Obviously, I'm not welcome at your home, so I want to give you my number."

"You do?"

"So you can call me if you ever have questions about schoolwork once I'm gone."

She was a bit baffled but giggled.

"Okay." She handed him her phone.

"Thanks."

However, he did not enter any number in her contact list. He called her dad and put his thumb over the speaker. He also noted that her picture on the phone's screen was a photo of her and her mother.

"Seemed like you and Evan really hit it off the other day, huh?" he said.

"Kind of."

"He's in my classroom right now. He wanted to finish up an essay, so I let him work there. It's quiet, private."

He put her phone back in her bag, still with Woods at the other end.

"Think he'd mind if I stopped by?" she asked. Fantastic! She was more interested in Evan than in him. This worked better than he thought it would; Two birds with one stone.

"No, not at all. Be just the two of you."

"Thanks."

"Sure."

It did not take many seconds for Woods to storm out of the wood shop, almost running into Mozzie, who was passing as a janitor.

"All right, one down, two to go," Neal said.

"Turns out I did have need for a vial," Moz said, taking a small bottle out of his pocket. "Potassium carbonate, sucrose, and just a hint of nitrogen."

"They have nitrogen here?" Neal had a hint of what this bottle would do.

"Oh, this really is an excellent school."

Of all the times, this was when Woods got a phone call. He gestured to the goon to turn the saw off.

"Chloe?"

Peter had told Neal about the pocket call Chloe had accidentally made, which had set Woods off to the office. Woods had the same look on his face now as when he got that call. Could this be Neal's doing?

Woods hung up.

"Don't let him out of this room!" He marched out. "Get out of my way!" he yelled at someone in the corridor. Peter thought he saw Mozzie's face on the janitor passing the open door. What would he be doing here. It was probably just wishful thinking.

Adams turned on the saw again.

"Slater, if you work with me," Peter yelled over the noise, "I might be able to strike you some kind of deal."

"It's too late for that," the terrified man replied. How many people had they mutilated or killed in here?

"Well, that's a shame," Neal said, walking in, "He cuts a pretty good deal. I would know."

Then he threw something on the floor, and after a second, smoke rose from the crash site and soon filled the room. Peter used the opportunity to cut the ropes with the saw blade.

On his feet, he saw the goon had armed himself with a crowbar. Peter delivered a punch on the jaw, flooring him. The man fumbled after the crowbar.

"Don't move, or I'll shoot," Neal said. Peter blinked and then saw what Neal would shoot with.

"Nice birdhouse."

"Let's go talk to Woods. He's probably in my classroom by now."

Peter pulled his cuffs out and put the two men together with the chain passing a pipe. Not good, but it would have to do.

Neal's phone rang.

"Diana?… Yeah, hold on." He handed the phone to Peter. "They are outside."

"Diana?"

"Boss, are you okay?"

"I'm fine. Send a few guys to the wood shop. It's classroom 23B. There are two guys in there waiting for you. Cover the rest of the entrances, and wait for me at the main entrance. I think Wood will be walking out there pretty soon."

"Got it."

He handed the phone back to Neal. He remembered that he had seen Neal in that classroom from outside.

"You go around outside and check that classroom."

"It's just across the yard. Woods will have to go around." Neal jogged away.

"Waiting for somebody?" he heard Woods' voice from the classroom.

"Dad?"

"What are you doing here?" Woods asked.

"Well, I, uh, wanted to, uh...talk to Evan. Your teacher told me I might find him here."

Neal showed himself in the open window.

"Actually, I'm not a teacher."

"You..." Woods stared and put two and two together. Then he ran.

The two kids, Chloe and Evan, stared, Chloe more confused than Evan. Chloe followed her dad, and Evan followed Chloe.

Peter had a childish joy for the moment when some bad guys knew they were caught. One of the best moments was when Woods burst out of that pompous main entrance and stared at a wall of people in FBI windbraker jackets.

"You already know that I'm a federal agent," Peter told him as he stood before them. Neal joined him, and Chloe and Evan were behind Woods.

"But guess what," Diana said, holding a pair of cuffs. "I am, too. You're under arrest for attempted murder and fraud."

"Danielle?"

"It's Diana," she said, cuffing him on the back. "And your girlfriend's cooking sucks."

"Chloe, call my lawyer. He needs to know about this," Woods said as Diana pulled him away. When Chloe did not seem to obey this command, Woods stopped. "Chloe, I need you to do this for me."

"Let's go!" Diana pulled him along.

"Are you listening?!"