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Sharon?” Guadalupe asked.
                  “Haha, very funny,” Samir said.
                  A loud noise, like a desk falling over and then a scream interrupted their patter.
                  Heads went up and eyes went wide.
                  “What was that?” Marina said. You could almost see her reaching for one of her guns, if she’d had any on her. They shook their heads. That noise was followed by more crashing, the thud of things falling over, more screams, and then running. Whatever it was, it had quickly caused panic.
                  “Dear God, do you think it’s a shooter?” Klaus said.
                  “Let’s hope not,” Samir answered.
                  As it was, they hadn’t heard any gunfire, or even a fire alarm, so there wasn’t a fire. 
                  “What should we do?” Jomo asked.
                  “I suggest we stay put.”
                  “I second that,” Ian agreed.
                  Soon they saw through the glazed glass inset in the door the shadows of students in flight. What at first appeared like a small crowd running was now a stampede, as it seemed half the school was trying to get away from someone, or something.
                  Xinga shivered, suddenly cold. 
                  “What the holy hell?” Guadalupe said.
                  “I don’t know,” Kamara replied.
                  “Shhhh,” Samir said. “Let’s stay quiet until we figure out what this is.” They’d already consented to stay where they were, hopefully until it was all over, whatever that meant. It seemed an eternity until it was, if it was. At least, the running had stopped. The school had quieted down. The door made a minute creak as Samir opened it and poked his head out; looking both ways down the hallway. “The coast is clear,” he said.
                  The eight of them stepped out quietly, filing languidly into the hall. The halls were empty. The school seemed empty. But there were papers and books scattered all over the hallway, and further down, toward the end, what might have been a body, and small puddles here and there of what looked like blood, which was also smeared on doorways and lockers.
                  “What the fuck just happened here?” Marina said.
                  “Beats me love,” Ian answered the Russian in his charming British way, “But a good time was not had by all.”
                  “This is no time to joke,” Klaus said.
                  “He’s right,” Samir said.
                  “No,” Kamara said, “This is probably a good time to get the hell out of here.”
                  Her back was to Ian, and he let his eyes wander down to her ample buttocks. “Agreed. Ladies first please.”
                  “You’re a pig,” Marina said, watching him, as she backhanded him across the chest.
                  He tried to laugh it off, but said, “Owwww,” under his breath. The girl packed a wallop. She wasn’t overtly muscular but in terms of impact she was built like a tank. “This coming from the lady who’s always showing off her tatas.”
                  “I think you meant to say tattoos ,” Marina winked.
                  “Yeah, those too,” he said, rubbing his chest. 
                  They walked cautiously toward the end of the hall. “Is that a...?” Jomo began. Body , he wanted to
    say, but couldn’t finish. The student lay there under the double windows. They were on the fourth floor, the fourth of five floors to the building they were in. They had to pass the body to get to either the stairs on the left, or the elevators on the right.
                  It was a girl, maybe late teens, early twenties,