Notes: Before you read this part, please note that the names the four new
people use do not belong to me. I am not trying to steal them, or paint them
the wrong way.


The banging noise came from the three doors. Four men, heavily armed, just
broke into the classroom. One from the rear right door, one from the rear
left door, and two from the front door on the left side. After everyone in
the room realized what was happening, panic over took them. Some students
hit the floor in fear that bullets would begin to spray everywhere. Others
attempted to run out, but none of them had any luck.

When the four men entered, they made sure that the door they walked into was
impossible to open from the outside. They then blocked their doors with
their bodies, holding their guns up. The first man that had come into the
front door went over to the podium, and began speaking to the crowd of about
three hundred students, including Roni Bartlet. "Hello class. This is your
new teacher, just call me Superman. Today, we are going to have a little
fun. Now, if everyone will kindly keep their seats, and be quiet, we can
begin today's class. If you will look to the right rear door, you will see a
gentleman, his name, for today's sake, will be Heman. The man on the
opposite side of the room from him is going to be Spiderman. And last, is
this guy over here, by the door that we all came in from. His name will be
Batman. Now that that is settled, I'd like to take roll. Would Roni Bartlet
please come front and center?"

"Don't do it," whispered Brad. "If you go, he's just gonna hurt you."

"If I don't go, there's a chance everyone here gets hurt." Roni said as she
took a deep breath.

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"BOBBIE! Are you okay?" a very dazed secret service agent asked as he crawled
over to Bobbie Johnson. He had been standing outside the front door, and
when this all happened, he had to check on his comrades, but they weren't
answering their mikes. So he decided to crawl to the other side of the
abandoned hallways. He would have run if he could, but the pain from his
bullet wounds were preventing that. As soon as he reached his destination,
he checked on the agent that was outside the rear left door. Once Nate
confirmed the agent's death, he moved on to Bobbie. "Oh my God, you're
bleeding." Nate said as he searched her body for any bullet holes. Upon
finding three bullet entry spots on her back, he frantically searched for
some sort of communications device. After searching all over his person, he
found no phones, nothing. He then went on to search Bobbie, and still came
up empty handed. Deciding that his best chance of getting help would be to
exit the psychology building and get a student, or passerby to help him get
word to the White House.

The very wounded agent began the very long journey from his current position,
to the outside doors. Grunting and groaning all the way, he finally made it.
Now, his only problem was reaching up and opening the door. With his
extensive injuries, that was no longer an easy task.

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"Josh!" Sam exclaimed as he entered the deputy chief of staff's office.

Looking up from the papers in hand, Josh said, "Yeah, what Sam?"

"I just got an interesting phone call, and I was left with a question
unanswered, but was told that you were the man to answer it for me."

"What's your question?" Josh asked.

"What role did you play in the First Lady's early return the last time the
President threw a chili party?" an extremely curious Sam asked.

Caught off-guard, it took a while for his ears and brain to catch up to each
other. "I may have, sort of, told the First Lady about the party, and aided
in arranging her return trip. So you are the lucky person she called this
time, huh?"

"I'm not sure if I would say lucky. It's pretty much a darned if you do,
darned if you don'' situation."

"Not really, cause unless you spill the beans, the President will never find
out. So the best thing for you to do is to tell Mrs. Bartlet what she wants
to know"

"Being more afraid of Mrs. Bartlet, than the President also helped in making
my decision to rat out the President," said Sam as he somewhat smiled.

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Finally getting the door open, Nate crawled outside, and much to his benefit,
there were many people within the vicinity. One young female, probably
around 19 or 20 years old was the closest person to his position. As she
walked passed him, he tugged on her pants leg. Shaking her leg, she yelled,
"GO AWAY, YOU SICKO!"

"Wait! Help!" he screamed back, with no response. Discouraged, but not even
close enough to giving up, he looked around and spotted a male student
sitting, with his back against Nate. Very painfully, Nate began to crawl
once again. Upon getting close to a foot away from the guy, Nate cried out,
"Help me!"

This caught the attention of the guy, who had been reading a book. The guy
turned around to face the voice of his distraction. "Dude, go away!"

"Help! I need help! I'm a secret service agent. I've been shot, and
there's more down in the building. Ms. Bartlet is in danger, I need help."

"Yeah, and I'm the Easter bunny," responded the man.

"In my wallet is my badge," Nate said as he proceeded to take out his wallet.
Once he had done so, he opened it up and flashed the badge to the student.
"Now will you help me? I need to get in contact with the White House. I
need to tell them what is going on."

"Yeah, yeah, here. Use my cell phone," the man said as he fished out a phone
from his backpack.

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