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An Administrator Came to Westchester
Mrs. Mary MacNeilly had made the hour trip out to a private school in Westchester county. She was the person assigned from the State Education Department's Office of Nonpublic School Services to perform a surprise inspection of the Xavier Institute for Higher Learning. It had been some time since an in-person inspection of this learning facility had been conducted. It had fallen to Mrs. MacNeilly to go and assess how the school fit the understaffed Office of Accountability's educational parameters.
She drove her midsized sedan up to the gates. She announced herself on the intercomm as "Mary MacNeilly from the New York State Education Department for a compliance inspection."
She drummed her fingers on the steering wheel as she waited for some administrator to allow her on the grounds.
She drove her midsized sedan up to the gates. She announced herself on the intercomm as "Mary MacNeilly from the New York State Education Department for a compliance inspection."
She drummed her fingers on the steering wheel as she waited for some administrator to allow her on the grounds.
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In fact, she was having a lot of fun.
"I've never seen the Fastball Special. It sounds like fun." Brianna said, holding her katana at the ready.
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And she was completely unaware of the training exercise happening in what she thought was the relative safe outdoors.
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"And, as you can see, we also offer numerous physical education opportunities, and spacious grounds for various athletic functions..."
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Yes, let's get the inspector outside, and far away from any random power manifestations roaming the halls. The gorgeous grounds can only help her report...
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If it helped, she was fairly small as far as people went, though she doubted it would've been any difficulty for him had he been larger. She just wanted to see some Sentinels smashed.
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"If yer gonna do it, quit yer jawin' an' do it!"
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Topher easily took ahold of Kayla - she was small enough, and he was strong enough - counted to three, and then threw her at a Sentinel, entirely oblivious to any adults who may or may not have been around.
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And that was how almost everything within a hundred feet or so ended up looking vaguely like Hiroshima as a massive concussive shockwave rippled out, ripping chunks out of Sentinels and earth alike and sending it hurtling in all directions, far further than the hundred-foot or so radius of the primary shockwave.
For her part, Kayla fell to the ground, feeling exhausted but exhilerated, until she actually looked around.
"Oh shit ..."
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Oh.
Including the rather large piece of shrapnel in her stomach, along with some of her guts seeping out.
"This is... gonna... hurt."
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Just in time for a girl to get thrown at a giant robot and explode. It made the administrator stagger back and her ears ring. She shook her head and looked back at the group of students...
... to see one impaled and bleeding. Mrs. MacNeilly stared in shock. Then she started to shuck her jacket as she dropped the papers in her hands.She headed straight toward the girl. Maybe she could do some first aid despite her ears ringing. Was there a hospital near here?
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It was the only explanation.
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Unlike the others, she wasn't indestructible nor did she have a healing factor. She thought she heard a loud, wet crack as she slammed into the tree but she didn't have time to question it.
She slid to the ground unconscious and didn't move again, her katana fading out of existence.
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He was knocked out, and he wasn't as badly damaged as the rest of them.
But zounds the negativity that was emanating from everyone.
Topher closed his eyes and buckled, falling to his knees, using the powers from the negativity to quickly heal whatever wounds he had, trying to expend as much energy as he could.
This was...this was not good.
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As physically tough as she was, she was in psychological shock. Her thoughts weren't at all coherent, just a mess of horror, guilt and self-hatred. One that would be positively toxic for anyone in the area with telepathic or empathic traits.
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"Everybody... everybody... check... in."
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She took a shallow breath that did nothing to relieve the tension, the horror of what she'd done. Kayla's skin was completely pale, it would have been clammy to the touch.
She started to walk, shakily, like a traumatized veteran, eyes fixing into a thousand yard stare as she half-walked, half-stumbled towards the Mansion.
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She grabbed it, slicing her palms open in the process and yanked it from her belly with a grunt and more than a little blood, probably cutting her intestines in the process.
Her eyes instantly fell on Brianna. "Cajun...?" she said. "She okay...?"
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