Today, we find ourselves at Pickering High School, anywhere USA.
It is the week before Thanksgiving.
Julie Sumner, FBI agent, is known to the other students as Rita Fitgerald, just another senior who came to their school in September. Ms. Sumner has been deployed to gather intelligence on the spreading of liberal ideologies, such as critical race theory and anti-American sentiment.
She giggles to herself that the masses do not realize all of the race based programs, and the blatant attempted brainwashing of children had all been orchestrated by the conservatives. The liberals would never be so transparent.
But the conservatives know, installing District Attorneys that won’t fight crime, having children tuck dollar bills into transvestites garters at strip clubs, defunding the police, and blatantly teaching children that some of us are born racist, will wake up even the most left leaning citizen, especially parents, to the dangers of the degeneracies liberals truly espouse.
That is exactly what was happening all around the country. She was so happy homeschooling numbers were up, and public school attendance was declining.
The entire COVID scare and the related lockdowns were the perfect mechanism to make many women realize that they wanted more time at home mothering and less making large corporations rich. A liberal conspiracy? Of course not. This moved parents towards traditional family values, something the liberals abhor.
She wears a wire (an electronic listening device that can be concealed on a person) that she can turn on when some left leaning teacher or administrator shows their true colors behind a closed classroom door, thinking they are not being recorded. Her recordings go right to the FBI cloud data storage for analysis later.
Her real high school years were not fun, and she called her real high school graduation date six years ago the great emancipation.
Now, getting to relive a high school experience has been wonderful. She was quiet and confident, and not consumed with others’ opinions of her. She had lost the baby fat that she carried through her early twenties and she had graduated at the top of her FBI class and was voted best marksperson.
She got to do fun high school things, innocent things. Act in a play, play softball, and volunteer locally.
She was actually thin now and petite, and no one in this high school made up nicknames like Rita NeverFitzInHerClothes because she was no longer fat.
She was looking forward to Thanksgiving break and heading home to St. Louis. No one in her life knew what her FBI assignment was.
3rd period was almost over. She watched the red sweeping hand on the school clock system integrated clock. She hated second hands that click-click-clicked! All of her second hands swept on every clock she owned.
She daydreamed of seeing her family for the first time in six months. She had been practicing the fake work assignment stories for a few weeks now and she felt she would be convincing.
Her daydream was crushed by the sound of a loud popping noise. The other students didn’t seem to notice, but she knew it was a gunshot.
She was instantly in sensory mode, with her mind well outside that classroom. She had the schematic of the school in her head and she was trying to pinpoint the direction from which the gunshot emanated.
Another gunshot rang out, much closer, and the other students noticed this time. There were instant gasps and cries from both the boys and the girls.
“It’s a shooter!! We’re all going to die!”
The teacher tried to calm them. The teacher noticed our Ms. Sumner on her cell phone, calmly talking and looking very out of place. When the teacher was interviewed later, she would emphasize how cool, calm and collected Ms. Fitzgerald was. And like a good liberal, she was aghast that one of her students had brought a firearm to school.
Ms. Sumner put the phone down and listened. There was more gunfire from an automatic weapon followed by the increased cries of her fellow students.
She stood up and turned out the light. She put her finger to her mouth in the universal sign of “SSSHHHHHHH!”.
She pulled a CZ-75 9mm pistol and an extra clip out of her backpack, and left the classroom.
She studied the school layout schematic in her head and placed the assailant at a very specific place.
She knew that high school shooters never expect to have any opposition until the police arrive. They waltz in and start shooting with reckless abandon.
Not today.
She ran towards the gunfire. She heard a slight change in the sound and realized the assailant was in a classroom. Loud wailing and shrieking soon followed from the same direction.
Now, she is outside the classroom, peering into the open door, and sees the shooter in full swat gear, which means many of their vulnerable bodily parts will be protected. By the looks of it at least 8 were dead and many more wounded.
Her breathing was now shallow and even, like a baby at rest, just like she had been trained.
She could hear her instructor saying in a whisper …… “Julie, ….look for flesh, …….look for flesh.. …….look for flesh.."
AH! She sees a slightly exposed wrist and fires, and then the shooter is on the ground writhing in pain.
She approaches him, rips off his tactical helmet and empties the remaining 11 bullets out of her clip into his head. She wasn't going to need an extra clip after all!
Just as much as she loved sweeping second hands on clocks, she hated when mass murderers got to live, and the family members of the victims had to live the rest of their lives knowing their loved one’s killer lived on.
Her phone rang…
“Hello?”
“Rita, it’s your mother. Can’t wait to see you. How’s your day?”
“Just fighting the good fight as you and dad taught me. See you on Monday.
She sent a quick text to her superiors to request extraction.
She exited the back of the school and entered an awaiting FBI windowless van.
The local police arrived 2 minutes later.
