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I was jolted awake- like that falling feeling that you got when you're just about to fall asleep? Yeah. That, but in reverse. A siren was going off, emitting a painful screech in various tones. The door opened and Uncle stepped through. "Get up. Get the fuck up. Put some clothes on, don't worry about anything else. Grab a gun or two from your rooms and get in the hallway. We'll direct you where to go next. "What's going on?" Elizabeth asked, still Asian-eyed from sleep. "FUCKING MOVE." Alice and I were already running to the door. We hustled to our room, flung the outfits from yesterday on (not minding each other's privacy of course), and grabbed our guns. I grabbed the Glock and a 416C from the gun cabinet. I shoved two suppressors in my left cargo pocket from behind the guns, and I flung an extra mag for each weapon in my right cargo pocket. Alice was struggling with loading an SMG. "Let's goooo," I said in an impatient tone. Alice tossed me the unruly magazine and ran to the door. I followed. There was a guard directing the rest of the Team out of the building. "Move that way. Uncle is waiting there. Run." The guard did not have the typical gear on. He didn't even have his gun. Judging from his hair, he just rolled out of bed. We took off down the hallway, towards where the guard was pointing. We went out through the last door into a parking lot with four sleek sedans. Not too showy, not too beat up. Uncle was fumbling with sets of car keys. "You're the first pair out. There is a shooting at a high school near here. Its a coordinated one. Dylan and Eric are probably jealous. That's all we know," Uncle handed Alice and I an earpiece, receiver, and microphone each. Uncle gulped for air and gestured to the road that led out of the parking lot. "Those are your comms, connected to the rest of the Team, me, and a few of our guards. You're going to go stop 'em. Follow this road till you get to a road with cars on it. Take a left, follow it down a ways. It'll be pretty evident where you need to stop." Uncle tossed me a keychain. "Take the black one, both of you. Go now." Alice and I started running to the car while setting up our comms on our ears. I unlocked it. Uncle started hollering something: "Break some traffic laws if you need to, but I'm not sending you to kill cops!" I jumped in the driver seat and Alice hopped in the passenger seat. She miscalculated her jump a bit and she landed with an unceremonious thud. I chuckled as I started the car. I tossed the SMG magazine in her lap and left some rubber on the pavement as I pulled out. We zipped through a thick forest, then arrived at what looked to be like a main road. Police, fire, and medical vehicles zipped past, heading left. They cleared up the traffic for me. I pulled out behind a police vehicle and kept tight to him. Alice resumed fiddling with her SMG. "It... won't... fucking..." Alice was getting visibly redder as she struggled with the magazine. I glanced at her gun. It was an MP5. The magazine was straight, not curved like it usually was. "Alice. Stop. Breathe." I said, keeping my eyes on the road. "What is the caliber on the bullet?" She pulled a round out of the magazine and inspected it. ".40 S&W." I let out a breath. "Wrong caliber. Most likely." Alice tossed the MP5 and its incompatible magazine on the floor of the car. "Dammit..." "I'll give you one of my guns when we get there." We drove for something like ten minutes, then arrived at the school. Cracks and bangs could be heard. The school was right on the main road. If we were to pull into the school's parking lot, we would just be shot by some nervous cop. That would be very boring. I had a better idea. The road was on the right, school was on the left. "Get ready," I mused. I pulled the car to the left side of the road, right into oncoming traffic. I decelerated to a crawl, grabbed my guns off the floor of the car, and got out. I motioned for Alice to crawl across the center console and pulled her out when she was halfway. "Why not the parking lot?" Alice said, as my car bumped into a semi truck's front bumper. "I'll explain later," I said quickly, handing her my carbine and the extra magazine. "Thirty rounds each mag for you, fifteen each mag for me," I explained. "Yeah, got it." Willow came in on comms. "We're on site. What's the plan?" I grimaced, smiled, and replied: "We've got no intel and no time. We go in. Now. Move fast." "Roger," was her reply. Uncle came in. "John's right. Get in there. Don't let these punks get you. Mission's live." "Alright," I breathed, racking the slide on my Glock. "Let's play."