AGENT ROLLINS
“What the hell happened?” asked Agent Rachell. “What blew up? A bomb?”
Agent Rollins didn’t answer as she descended the vertical ladder from the roof into the prep-room and took off almost at a sprint. She stopped at the door that led into Dr. Parrish’s classroom to shove a broken cabinet out of the way. Agent Rachell was on her heels. When they entered the classroom, Rollins gasped at the destruction.
She saw a long sword at the front of the room embedded in the cinderblock wall, gently swaying from side to side as the smoke and debris cleared. A piece of the ceiling clattered to the floor across the room. Sparks danced along a string of broken cabinet lights. A florescent light hung by a long wire, still swinging back and forth. Black fluid ran down two of the walls and
