I looked at him for a long time.
'All right, Karl, all right,' I said. We pulled into the VHS parking lot. Despite our urgency, it looked like any other suburban high school on a late summer day. A bronze statue of the Mountain Warrior greeted us at the entrance to the campus. You could tell the statue was relatively new. The warrior no longer resembled a Native American like it had for years. Now, a Greek type mythological character with wings on its head and feet and somewhere, some old time Greeks were offended.
'All right Karl, what the hell do we do now?'
'Let's surveil the exterior and secure the perimeter.' Suddenly, he became Karl Schwartzkoff.
We parked the El Dorado in the student lot and headed out to the athletic field to surveil and seal off. Damn, people were right-I was nuts.
The place was huge. It dawned on me if we were at the freshman soccer field and the Dungeons and Dragons mafia entered from the JV girls field hockey field, there would be no way to reach them by the time they got to the gym entrance. McDonough had a patch of dirt and a pavement basketball court with one broken hoop and the other hoop had no net. We passed the freshman girls' softball field and headed toward the rock wall and obstacle course-yes, you heard me correctly-when I heard someone call to me.
'Please stop, Please stop.' A smallish man with khakis and a blue button-down shirt headed toward us. He broke into a half trot and made it look like he tried to suppress a run. I was convinced he hadn't run since he got out of diapers.
'You are not allowed on school ground. This is in appropriate!' It was Mr. Teters, the hall monitor, and he got worked up at the idea someone would break a school rule.
'I must ask you to leave immediately. No one is allowed on school grounds.' Teters pushed his glasses up his nose. I know it's a nerd cliche, but he really did do it.
'Hey, Teters. My name is Duffy. We met a couple a weeks ago when I picked up the donated computer.' I smiled but it didn't help. Teters remained determined.
'Neither of you have a green, orange, or yellow badge. You are not to be on school grounds.' He didn't acknowledge our long friendship.
'Green, I thought there was just yellow and orange,' I know it didn't make much difference, but I wanted to keep him talking, and I got genuinely curious.
'We have procedures here for when we identify an intruder. I will activate the Code Black procedure if you don't leave immediately.' Teters was all business.
'Look Tetes we just…' I didn't get to finish whatever bullshit I was about to say. Teters reached into his khakis and pulled out his wad of keys and hit a button on a small plastic square thing. It was the kind of the thing the guys at Seven Eleven sometimes wore.
I didn't get to think much about Seven Eleven or anything else because a bunch of air raid horns went off and red strobe lights went off at every door. Teters started to sprint to the middle doors where a set of blue lights flashed. A sign there said
'Student Emergency Gathering Area.'
'Nice goin' Tetes,' I said to no one in particular. Amid the horns and lights, I could hear Al's distinctive baritone in the distance. He didn't care for lots of bells and whistles. Little by little, students started to file out of the exits, gathering in the different areas marked off for such events. The kids came out laughing and goofing off and got scolded for it just like I remember at fire drills when I went to McDonough. The chance to get out of a lecture on Dickens or a discussion of the Holy Roman Empire was indeed cause for celebration. Still, this was not a fire drill, this was an emergency on the grounds, and no one took it seriously. I guess you can get used to anything.
There seemed to be a couple thousand kids gathering in about ten spots on the athletic fields. The thing that immediately struck me, the kids all, or at least mostly, looked the same in their outfits. The difference weren't so much in fashion, but in brand name and maybe they organized themselves according to the status of Old Navy, The Gap, and Abercrombie and Fitch. Don't ask me which one had the highest rank.
Sirens began to echo off the school and there were a lot of them. From the sound of them it was clear they were coming closer. I'm not exactly sure why this dawned on me, but I remembered the sound distortion had something to do with the Doppler Effect. Boy, put me in a school setting and in fifteen minutes I'm thinking old thoughts.
'Duff-focus!' Karl said. 'Don't forget why we're here.'
'Sorry, Karl. I guess I got mesmerized by all the activity.' Karl stone-faced, his head pivoting back and forth across the landscape, systematically surveyed everything. The kids still filed out and horsing around, pushing each other and flicking each other behind the ears. Bobby, the fat kid from the nurse's office, got yelled at for making fart noises again. He desperately acted like he was unjustly accused.
'He's here,' Karl said without inflection. 'The son-of-a bitch is here.'
I looked and saw Karl starring at a group of gym teacher types. Sure enough, there was Newstrom, the guy I met at the trophy case, and few other coaching types. They acted as bad as the kids, laughing and goofing around. One guy kept doing this forearm shiver move, gesturing about blocking or something.
'Easy, Karl, easy,' I said. 'He's not doing anything. He might just be visiting.'
Karl didn't respond. I noticed he breathed hard and repeated 'focus' under his breath. The sirens continued and I could see red flashing lights bouncing off the school bricks. A couple of administrative types carrying clipboards went from group to group checking things off.
'Look for the Goths, Duff. They're here, I can feel it.' I kept my mouth shut and looked. As my stare swept across the school land I heard a voice yell, 'New York State Troopers, freeze!' There were four guys in black gear and armor holding guns on us from a distance of about 200 feet.
'Are they talking to us?'
'Duffy, those three kids,' Karl pointed to some kids, by a phys-ed obstacle course, that had drifted from the pack. 'They look familiar to you?'
They were a couple of hundred yards away, but they looked like every other kid in front of us. Cargo pants, fake faded Tshirt, Nike's and carefully set hair to make it look like it wasn't.
'The one closest to us, has a tattoo on his forearm. It's in the same spot as the kid we saw behind the bowling alley.'
'Yes, he does,' I said. One of the other kids turned away. It was clear he had a tattoo on the back of his neck. Too close to be a coincidence.
'It's them,' Karl said. Before I could do anything Karl took off, sprinting across the softball field toward the kids.
'Freeze! Freeze! Freeze!' came from the SWAT guy in charge.
Karl started to run in a random zig zag pattern, every few steps he'd roll and get up. The troopers opened fire and the dirt kicked up all around him. The crowd of kids and teachers were in shock and started to scream and yell, and some started to run. Enough got in the way of Karl that the troopers had to stop firing.
I took off, saw Newstrom heading for Karl, who closed in on the kids. Newstrom yelled something and the Goths in Gap clothes headed for the woods. It was tough to tell where everyone went. Karl sprinted, closed the gap on the Goths, and Newstrom closed in on Karl.
The cops no longer focused on us. They tried to corral the panicked mass of kids and teachers, who at this point had discarded any emergency plan. I reached the woods and saw the three kids, Karl, and Newstrom all pursuing the one in front of them as fast as they could. Karl closed in on the tattooed neck kid. I saw him leap to do a flying tackle. The kid went down hard. Karl had him by the hair and he violently slammed the kid's head to the ground. Newstrom was within twenty feet of Karl and he had a gun in his hand. I had no weapon, but I gained on Newstrom who had slowed when he pulled out the gun. Karl slammed the kid again and rolled off him in a tight ball like he had done it a million times, coming up in a shooter's stance, and holding a gun he must've taken off of the kid.
'Drop it Chip. I swear to God I'll put one in your forehead if you don't drop it!' Karl yelled.
I stopped 20 feet to the right of Newstrom. The kid on the ground rolled over, his face was a bloody mess. He grabbed for his nose crying like a three-year old. The absurdness of a terrorist crying like a toddler stuck with me for some reason. His buddies kept running through the woods to who the hell knows where. So much for loyalty.
'Karl, Karl, Karl…' Newstrom said. 'You're still one hell of a soldier, I'll give you that.' Newstrom kept his gun
