PARRISH
The classroom seemed too quiet. Parrish got bored waiting for the Wallace brothers to finish their lab, so just for something to do, he went back over his grades again. The process took maybe three minutes, then he slipped the laptop into a special drawer with a power source and locked it up.
Now what? he wondered.
Jon was in the right-back corner of the classroom, using the open prep-room door as a privacy screen while he adjusted the body armor under his clothes. His backpack rested on a cabinet within arm’s length and hung open enough to reveal the white Kevlar helmet that FBI Special Agent in Charge Smith had given him when they’d invaded Pandora’s Cave a while back. They had helped nearly two hundred people escape from the demon mines that day. It had been quite a battle an
