University Lockdown

[Sydney Dumaine]

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Dumaine, Sydney Next time you say “booby traps” look me in the eye. Are you ready for a whole new world of flavor up in yo face? Dallas Dumaine

“The DEA shares concurrent jurisdiction with the FBI, ICE, Homeland Security, and the U.S. Border Patrol. It has responsibilities for U.S. drug investigations both domestic and abroad. It has twenty-one divisions across the country, not counting those overseas. They have a budget of 2 billion dollars and seize around 1.5 billion of drugs and drug products every year. The drug trade is a 64 billion dollar business in the United States. 5,000 agents and they can only get to around 1.5% of the business” She was in her 101 class and it was near the beginning of the semester.

“So their dogs can’t smell very well then” One of the student outburst.

“Not every agent is assigned a K-9 partner. Some get stuck with men who can’t sniff very well.” The students looked at her funny.

Sydney was about to justify the statement when the shots rang out down the building. Her agent side started taking over. She started usher orders to students. “You sound like you did this before…” one of them noted.

She put a finger to her lips. Sydney reached for a weapon, one she didn’t have on her person. That was the hardest part of the transition. That didn’t mean her training had gone to waste. Sydney had been trained to use most anything as a weapon, because undercover that wasn’t really an option to always have a gun on your person. That’s exactly what she was going to do with this. If things were lucky enough she wouldn’t have to use the staple remover in her hand. She moved the students to a part of the room where they couldn’t be seen from the door. Dallas was in his office… or was in he in class? Sydney had to focus on the other issue at hand. A shooter loose on campus.

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ISHY of THQ & ADOXOGRAPHY

[Dallas Dumaine]

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[attr="class","drewright"] The first gunshots rang out an agent's instincts kicked into high gear. Dallas reached for his sidearm—a weapon he hadn't carried for some time because he'd begun to settle into the life an average college professor. No, Dallas corrected himself, not just that. Being married to your partner with a child on the way tended to start changing your outlook pretty fast, but danger brought all the muscle memory rushing back. A more accurate description would have been college professor with the skills necessary to put down an active shooter. Dallas took a quick look around his office. Not a whole lot to work with—scissors, a letter opener—but he'd made weapons out of less. He grabbed the letter opener. Intending to fight, Dallas crept to the closed door, twisting the handle enough to peer through the narrow slit and check his corners. Civilian protocol for this type of situation dictated you flee, hide, or fight—in that order. But that protocol didn't take into account said civilian being a highly trained ex-DEA agent, which is why he was skipping straight to everyone else's last resort option. Except he could hear a familiar voice in the back of head, telling him to do the exact opposite. The campus had its own police department, but they wouldn't be on scene yet. Damn it all to hell. His first priority had to be on getting as many students and teachers out of the building as he could. Didn't Sydney have a class at this time? Dallas hated this situation already. He could make his way towards her classroom, but she had always been able to take care of herself. He had to focus on the people who didn't have the benefit of Sydney's training and experience. Sydney Dumaine [attr="class","drewright2"]

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[Sydney Dumaine]

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Dumaine, Sydney Next time you say “booby traps” look me in the eye. Are you ready for a whole new world of flavor up in yo face? Dallas Dumaine

Sydney soon found the door opening and the paperweight in her hand went sailing at the person coming in the door. Kicking the gun down the hall she wasn’t really wanting to get in hand to hand combat but having the gun around was on a list of bad decisions. Though so was hand to hand combat in her state. She was able to get the offender down to the ground.

One of the students wasn’t listening and crept out the hallways, heading straight for Dallas’ office. Sydney had her hands full and was more vulnerable than she was used to being. Having to protect herself was different from having to be careful of everyone.

Sydney found herself hitting the floor back first and having to roll onto her side to protect herself. Grabbing the man’s arm as he came towards her she used his momentum to flip him over her head but she wasn’t fast enough in getting out of the way. She was being dragged across the floor. Some of the male students weren’t listening to her instructions but were trying to get involved in the mess. Sydney didn’t need that too, she didn’t want her students hurt either.

The next thing she saw was a foot and then the floor. The fight between the students and the man responsible was all she could hear. The corner left her feeling vulnerable, she could feel the cold floor beneath her. Get up Paige, Get up. She was fighting with herself but her body wouldn’t move, no it hurt to move. She got to her hands and knees but collapsed again. Too much pain.

She felt sick to her stomach. All the morning sickness in the world was so much better than what she was feeling right now. One of the students was already on their cell phone in the corner trying to get out and report things. They were likely not the first. Though Sydney had to get up. Dallas? Where was Dallas?

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ISHY of THQ & ADOXOGRAPHY

[Dallas Dumaine]

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[attr="class","drewright"] Dallas continued to make his way down the hall. This end of the Criminal Justice building was mostly just teacher offices—probably why he hadn't encountered much activity so near lunch—but he remained on high alert, looking for the slightest hint of movement. Of danger. The sound of footsteps echoed down the corridor—a runner, rounding the corner not but a minute later. A student. Unarmed. He continued to keep his guard up, stopping the fleeing girl. Dallas had never considered himself to be particularly good at the whole comforting thing. So he didn't know how to deal with a panicked student. Like the one standing right in front of him. He recognized her from one of his classes. "Take a deep breath. Melanie, right? Tell me what you saw." "Y-yes, Professor Dumaine." The girl sounded just as terrified as she looked. Not that Dallas could blame her. She hadn't been trained for this—hadn't spent a lifetime putting bad guys behind bars. Not like he had, even if it was another life. "The shooter came… came into our classroom. Professor Dumaine… the other Professor Dumaine. Room 2… uh, 249. I just barely made it out." Dallas froze. Normally Sydney could handle herself in a fight, but in her condition? So much for Plan A. He couldn't just leave his wife and unborn child to fend for themselves. The rest of Sydney's class would be at risk too. Room 249. That was where he needed to go. "Take the south exit," Dallas instructed her. "You'll have a clear path out. Go." Dallas didn't even wait for Melanie to take off running again. Breaking into a sprint, he didn't concern himself with checking corners or taking things cautiously. Screw safety. Sydney and the baby were too important. He wouldn't lose them. If only they could hold on for just a little while longer. He put a silent plea out there, knowing she couldn't hear it, but hoping she could just the same. Hang on, Sydney. I'm coming. Sydney Dumaine [attr="class","drewright2"]

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[Sydney Dumaine]

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Dumaine, Sydney Next time you say “booby traps” look me in the eye. Are you ready for a whole new world of flavor up in yo face? Dallas Dumaine

Sydney tried to get up again and again but each time the pain was too much. Things were a blur and students were fleeing her room while the intruder was tied up in the altercation with the boys. She pushed away those trying to help. She knew how to handle this. Get up Paige. She chided herself mentally wishing she could slap some sense into her.

Everything was still a blur when Dallas arrived but she didn’t see him. She heard fighting and got to her feet but fell back down again. Her body felt heavy and her feet were slipping as she grabbed yet again for the ground beneath her. Going face first she was able to make it back to her hands and knees before hitting the ground. Her body weight was too much to carry.

“Dallas” she called his name under her breathe. No one could hear her, she managed to get herself to a full standing position but again it was pointless as she couldn’t see and things were blurry. She had blood from the earlier fight coming down her arm. No one had noticed it yet. She saw everything spinning. Oh when could she get off the merry go round?

“Professor Dumaine!” One of the students called seeing Dallas at the door. He pointed in the corner where Sydney stumbled down again. Sydney heard him and turned her head. Dallas his name never left her lips this time. She was still trying to get things to smooth over. This time when she landed on the floor she stayed down. Paige. You get up right now. She was trained better than this. She was letting her students down and this wasn’t how this was supposed to go. She was responsible for them, not the other way around.

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ISHY of THQ & ADOXOGRAPHY

[Dallas Dumaine]

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[attr="class","drewright"] Dallas looked through the door window before breaching: the scene unfolding in the classroom one of pure chaos. Sydney was nowhere to be seen, but her students had refused to back down in the face of danger and numbers had turned the tide to their advantage. Dallas would have no handcuffs with which to restrain the shooter when he confronted him. That was a secondary concern. Protecting Sydney, their child, and the students still in the classroom overrode the better part of caution. Without hesitation, without thinking, Dallas charged in. He was out of practice with his hand-to-hand combat, but in the heat of the moment, everything came rushing back. "Move," he barked, delivering a strike to the back of the shooter's knee—a blow meant to incapacitate. To put him on the ground and keep him there. Though his attention remained focused on the threat in front of him, Dallas hadn't missed the ingenuity of a young woman off to his right. She had managed to find some kind of rope or cord. Dallas wasn't about to ask where that had come from. He had no intentions of using it. Sydney Dumaine [attr="class","drewright2"]

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[Sydney Dumaine]

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Dumaine, Sydney Next time you say “booby traps” look me in the eye. Are you ready for a whole new world of flavor up in yo face? @tags here

Sydney saw Dallas enter into the room. That barking voice, she’d heard it before. He was angry. Though one couldn’t really blame him given the situation. She could hardly see the shooter go to his knees. There were bruise marks on her neck and she was fairly certain she had broken her wrist too. Things were starting to hurt, the realization washed over her as she tried to get up once more.

“Professor, stay down.” It was one of the nursing students who was taking this class as an elective for a minor. “Ambulance is on the way?” There was chatter from other students. The nursing student was trying to stabilize Sydney’s wrist but she wouldn’t let them closeby. “Professor Dumaine. You have to let me stabilize that wrist.” The nursing student looked towards Dallas. He had his hands full but she needed his help.

“Someone tie him up. I need Professor Dumaine’s help.” She replied over their shoulder as Sydney was aided in laying down. “No professor, don’t.” The student added as Sydney tried to push herself back up. “You’re hurt. Medics will be here.” The other student was trying to help keep her from hurting herself but there was little she could do without anything to stabilize the wrist

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ISHY of THQ & ADOXOGRAPHY

[Dallas Dumaine]

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[attr="class","drewright"] Dallas hadn't been inclined to stop. Call it protective instinctive. Call it an agent's training. Neither one allowed for much leeway in how he handled the situation, but a student calling out for Professor Dumaine had more impact than it otherwise should have had. Dallas froze, his knee still digging—painfully, he hoped—into the other man's back. Stuck in a moment of indecision—a rare thing for someone so accustomed to making snap decisions in life or death situations—Dallas continued to take out his frustration on the shooter below him. A part of him knew that he should secure the prisoner, but when it came to his wife and unborn child, he didn't always think clearly. But how could he do that when he still needed to check on Sydney? Dallas made up his mind, grabbing an athletic looking student and giving him explicit instruction. "You know how to tie someone up? Don't let him keep his hands too far apart. That's a common technique to try and escape restraints. And cinch the rope between his wrists. That will help restrict movement." Maybe he was giving too much about his past away, but Dallas didn't think better of it as he slid in beside the nursing student. Sydney was battered, bloodied, but alive. He would feel better when the paramedics had a chance to look her over, but for now, she needed to let the student lend a helping hand. Whatever the young woman needed. But the best thing he could do, he reasoned, was keep his wife distracted. She was headstrong, like him. Refusing medical attention and pretending like nothing was wrong was just like her. "Talk to me, Sydney." Sydney Dumaine [attr="class","drewright2"]

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[Sydney Dumaine]

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Dumaine, Sydney Next time you say “booby traps” look me in the eye. Are you ready for a whole new world of flavor up in yo face? Dallas Dumaine

The student whom Dallas had grabbed looked at him and just nodded to everything he was saying as he got busy doing what he was told to do. There wasn’t room for error and he saw that. Not until law enforcement got there. The student didn’t question Dallas as he knew both of the professors had prior law enforcement training. It wasn’t something that was hidden, just the nature of what they really did that had been. For all he knew the former DEA agents were local PD.

Sydney heard Dallas’ voice. “Dizzy. Cold.” She managed out in a weak tone. Sydney wasn’t used to getting the raw end of a fight. “Nauseous.” She added lightly as she leaned on Dallas’ shoulder.

“She’s lost a fair bit of blood. Need to keep her from going into shock until the paramedics can get here.” The student took her scarf off and tied it around Sydney’s head. It was then she turned her words to Sydney. “Are you far enough along to feel the baby kicking?” She looked towards Dallas. “She needs to get to a hospital. There is already a unit on the way for her.” The student wasn’t really leaving any room for it being optional.

Sydney could hear the whirl of sirens somewhere. “The baby is alright. I made sure.” She was admitting that she’d perhaps maybe done more protecting than defending.

“That is likely the case; but you are losing a lot of blood and that’s not good for the baby.”

“I’m getting kicked.”

“The baby feels the adrenaline rush too. Take a bit and calm down, you are safe now.” She pointed out as she continued to control the bleeding. It was a good sign the baby was kicking, though only testing and time would tell.

Sydney’s arms came up as she wrapped them around Dallas. She was feeling weak but she was trying to sit up and do things on her own. Typical Sydney, never really resting even when her body demanded her to do so.

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ISHY of THQ & ADOXOGRAPHY

[Dallas Dumaine]

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[attr="class","drewright"] Dallas nodded in understanding. The shooter had attacked and gotten the upper hand against a pregnant woman. For all of Sydney's extensive training, the baby would have made it impractical, if not impossible, to go on offense and restrain the bad guy. Had that made the shooter feel more powerful? More in control? Dallas felt his blood boiling, but he had to remember the situation had been contained. Decking the shooter in the face again would serve no purpose other than to make himself feel better. Andrew might have done just that, but not Dallas. He steadfastly refused to leave his wife. Not when she needed him most. "Here. Lean back against me. Rest." He urged Sydney to use his chest as her pillow. To actually listen—the medical student was the closest thing they had to an expert in the classroom. "Do whatever you need to do." Dallas could hear the approaching sirens in the distance, but until the professionals arrived, he looked to the young woman. She was still busy trying to control the bleeding, but if there was anything further to be done—anything he could do… In the meantime, Dallas rested a hand on Sydney's stomach. His wife had already checked to make sure their child was still doing okay, but he needed his own peace of mind. And maybe it would help settle Sydney. Ever since the baby had started kicking, Dallas liked to feel the movement. Maybe the familiar position would remind Sydney of that, but the medical student was definitely right: the baby was more active than usual. In fact, judging by the amount of kicking going on, the baby was going to be quite the little badass. Sydney Dumaine [attr="class","drewright2"]

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[Sydney Dumaine]

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Dumaine, Sydney Next time you say “booby traps” look me in the eye. Are you ready for a whole new world of flavor up in yo face? Dallas Dumaine

Sydney listened to Dallas, but only because she didn’t have the strength to fight with anyone anymore. She’d tried fighting with the medical student and the blood loss was making her weaker. Using her remaining energy to fight was a pointless battle against Dallas. She listened to his heartbeat, each thump she could feel her eyelids growing tired. “I don’t want to rest. Dallas I want to go home. I can rest at home.” To be fair, she didn’t really know what state she was in. Staring up at him she realized his face was one she saw all the time. Whether they were fighting over what was better for the other one or making sure the other was safe or having each other’s backs. “I love you.” She mumbled it but it was probably the first time that it wasn’t really meant for show. Sure they said it in front of others, to sell themselves as a couple but it had never been spoken where she was fully invested into what she was saying.

Hardly remembering that she’d heard sirens she was reminded when they managed to load her into the ambulance. Dallas, where was Dallas. She felt cold, she hurt all over, and now she was being poked with needles. “I’m cold.” She reached out hoping that Dallas was close by. Her hand opened and closed, slowly. She had the energy but just barely to get sick in the back of the ambulance.

“There is nothing definitive until hospital has a chance to run tests; but it’s highly likely your wife is suffering a concussion from her head injury and she’s lost a lot of blood from the broken wrist.”

Sydney looked as pale as she felt while they were taking care of her wounds and everything in the back of the ambulance. Normally, she was one to give the medics a hard time; but she trusted that Dallas would have their head if they tried to do anything except help. Everything around her was growing blurry and she closed her eyes. “I wanna sleep.” Her words were slurred together and mumbled.

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ISHY of THQ & ADOXOGRAPHY

[Dallas Dumaine]

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[attr="class","drewright"] Pushed out of the way by the paramedics while they tended to Sydney, Dallas could only watch from a distance as the individuals responsible for tending to her well-being loaded her in the back of the ambulance. Things didn't get better in the hospital, as he was forced to stew in the waiting room with no news of her condition. Dallas should have been with her, watching her back, like they always did. Partners. Lovers. Soon-to-be parents. Their wires were all crossed now, but the shooting had him convinced of one thing. The next chance he got, he was going shopping – not for beds, or couches, or any of the other furniture he had considered online. No, the ring Sydney wore only in public to keep up the appearance of their marriage, but promptly took off as soon as she got home, couldn't be the thing that defined them. Dallas intended to purchase a new ring – to ask Sydney the right way. To give her the choice that had been denied them by the U. S. Marshals. Dallas drove his fist into the wall, his building temper finally getting the best of him. He needed to know that she and the baby were okay. No more waiting. He stormed down the hall to the nurse's station. "Sydney Dumaine. My wife. I want to see her." Sydney Dumaine [attr="class","drewright2"]

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