Chapter 7
Victorina strode through the grand steam-powered gates of
Venture Velocity Vocational School. The hiss of escaping steam and the rhythmic
clanking of gears accompanied her entrance. Students huddled in small groups,
their eyes darting nervously between one another as they whispered in hushed
tones. The air was thick with a potent blend of excitement and unease.
Victorina's hazel eyes scanned the scene, her keen intuition
picking up on the undercurrent of tension. She adjusted her fingerless gloves,
the tiny gears embedded within them whirring softly. The detective's mind
raced, piecing together the puzzle that lay before her.
As she approached the main building, a wave of nostalgia
washed over her. Memories of her own time in a similar institution flooded her
thoughts. She recalled the thrill of discovery, the allure of innovation, and
the tantalizing pull of unsanctioned experiments. Victorina's lips curved into
a wry smile as she remembered the unforeseen consequences that sometimes
followed.
She shook off the memories and refocused on the task at
hand. Victorina spotted Horatio Steamfellow, the headmaster, conversing with a
group of students near a large steam engine. The engine powered the school's
various workshops and classrooms, its massive pistons rising and falling with a
steady, rhythmic grace.
Horatio, a tall man with a neatly trimmed beard and
spectacles perched on the bridge of his nose, noticed Victorina's approach. He
excused himself from the group and extended a hand in greeting. "Detective
Steamwhisper, welcome. I trust your journey was uneventful?"
Victorina clasped his hand firmly, her eyes never leaving
his face. "Indeed, Acting Headmaster Steamfellow. The steam engine is a
marvel."
Horatio beamed with pride. "Ah, yes. Our engine is the
heart of this institution. It powers our workshops, classrooms, and even our
secret passages."
As they spoke, a group of students passed by, their heads
bent together in animated conversation. Victorina's gaze followed them, her
mind already sifting through the possible connections between the school's past
and the current situation.
Horatio led her to his office, a cozy room filled with
books, blueprints, and various steampunk curiosities. He gestured to a chair in
front of his desk, and Victorina sat, her eyes scanning the shelves for any
clues that might shed light on the case.
"Well," Horatio began, "there have been
reports of objects moving on their own, lights flickering, and even some
students claiming to have seen... apparitions."
Victorina leaned forward, her interest piqued.
"Apparitions? You don't say."
Horatio nodded, a grave expression on his face. "I know
it sounds far-fetched, but I assure you, we've never experienced anything like
this before."
Victorina made a few notes in her notebook, her mind racing
with possibilities. "I see. And have you taken any measures to address
these incidents?"
Horatio frowned. "We've increased security, of course,
and I've asked the students to be vigilant. But so far, we've been unable to
determine the cause of these disturbances."
Victorina closed her notebook and stood, her gaze locked on
Horatio's face. "I appreciate your candor, Headmaster. If there's anything
else you think I should know, please don't hesitate to contact me."
As Victorina left the office, her mind was already working
on a plan. She would need to examine the Aetheric Resonance Core, speak with
the students, and explore the school's secret passages. The detective's heart
raced with anticipation, the thrill of the chase coursing through her veins.
Victorina made her way to the Aetheric Resonance Core, her
footsteps echoing through the school's steam-filled corridors. The device was
housed in a specially designed chamber, its walls lined with intricate
machinery and copper pipes.
As she approached the chamber, she noticed a group of
students huddled together, their eyes wide with fear. Victorina approached
them, her badge gleaming in the dim light. "What seems to be the
problem?"
A young woman with short, curly hair stepped forward, her
voice trembling. "It's the ARC, ma'am. It's acting strange again."
Victorina raised an eyebrow. "Strange? How so?"
The young woman gestured to the chamber, her hands shaking.
"It's... it's making noises. Like someone's... whispering."
Victorina's pulse quickened. She thanked the students and
entered the chamber, her senses on high alert. The Aetheric Resonance Core sat
in the center of the room, its delicate filigree glinting in the flickering
light.
As she drew closer, she heard it: a faint whispering, like
the rustling of leaves or the distant murmur of a crowd. Victorina's heart
pounded in her chest as she reached out to touch the device.
The moment her fingers brushed against the cold metal, a
surge of energy coursed through her. The whispers grew louder, more insistent,
and she felt herself being pulled into the device's mysterious depths.
Victorina's mind raced as she struggled to make sense of the
chaos. She could feel the power of the Aetheric Resonance Core, its energy
swirling around her like a tempest. And within that maelstrom, she heard a
voice.
It was faint at first, barely audible above the cacophony of
whispers. But as Victorina focused her formidable intellect, the voice grew
clearer, its words resonating within her very soul.
"Help me," it pleaded. "I'm trapped."
Victorina's eyes snapped open, her breath coming in ragged
gasps. She stumbled back from the device, her heart hammering against her ribs.
The whispers had fallen silent, the chamber once again filled with the steady
hum of machinery.
The detective knew she had a choice to make. She could
dismiss the voice as a product of her overactive imagination, or she could
trust her instincts and investigate further.
Victorina Steamwhisper had never been one to shy away from a
challenge. With grim determination, she set to work, her mind already piecing
together the clues that would lead her to the heart of the mystery.
Victorina spent the rest of the day interviewing students
and faculty, her keen intuition guiding her every move. She discovered that the
strange occurrences had begun shortly after the arrival of a new teacher, a
reclusive inventor named Alistair Copperfield.
Intrigued, Victorina decided to pay Mr. Copperfield a visit.
She found him in his workshop, a cluttered room filled with half-finished
projects and strange, steam-powered contraptions.
As she approached, she noticed that he was working on a
device that bore a striking resemblance to the Aetheric Resonance Core.
Victorina's pulse quickened, her suspicions growing stronger by the moment.
She cleared her throat, and the inventor looked up, his eyes
narrowing behind his spectacles. "Can I help you?"
Victorina flashed her badge, her voice steady and calm.
"Detective Victorina Steamwhisper. I'm investigating the recent
disturbances involving the Aetheric Resonance Core. I was hoping you might be
able to provide some insight."
Alistair's expression remained guarded, but he gestured to a
nearby chair. "Very well. Ask your questions."
Victorina sat, her eyes never leaving his face. "I
understand you're a new addition to the faculty. What can you tell me about
your background?"
Alistair sighed, setting down his tools. "I'm an
inventor, like my father before me. I've spent most of my life studying
aetheric energy and its applications."
Victorina leaned forward, her gaze intense. "And what
brought you to Venture Velocity Vocational School?"
Alistair hesitated, his fingers drumming on the workbench.
"I was offered a position here. The school has a reputation for fostering
innovation and creativity, and I saw it as an opportunity to further my
research."
Victorina nodded, her mind racing. "I see. And have you
had any experience with the Aetheric Resonance Core prior to your
arrival?"
Alistair's eyes flicked to the device on his workbench, and
Victorina knew she had struck a nerve. "I've... dabbled in similar
technology, yes."
Victorina stood, her voice cold and hard. "Mr.
Copperfield, I believe you know more than you're letting on. I strongly suggest
you cooperate, or I'll be forced to take more drastic measures."
Alistair's shoulders slumped, defeat etched across his face.
"Very well. I'll tell you everything."
As the inventor began his tale, Victorina listened
carefully, her mind piecing together the final pieces of the puzzle. The truth
was more incredible than she could have ever imagined, and it would change the
course of her investigation forever.
Alistair Copperfield's story was one of ambition, betrayal,
and a desperate quest for redemption. He had been working on a project to
harness the power of aetheric energy, a project that had consumed his every
waking moment.
But as he delved deeper into the mysteries of the aether, he
discovered something unexpected: a presence, trapped within the very fabric of
the energy itself.
The presence was ancient, its origins lost to the mists of
time. It spoke to Alistair, its whispers echoing through his mind like the
rustling of leaves or the distant murmur of a crowd.
At first, Alistair was terrified. But as he listened to the
voice, he began to understand its plight. It was a prisoner, trapped within the
aether by a powerful curse. And it needed Alistair's help to break free.
Driven by a mixture of curiosity and compassion, Alistair
dedicated himself to finding a way to release the presence. He poured over
ancient texts, deciphered forgotten languages, and constructed intricate
devices designed to manipulate the aether.
And then, he found it: the key to unlocking the curse. It
was a small, seemingly insignificant artifact, its surface etched with arcane
symbols. Alistair knew that if he could harness the power of the artifact, he
could free the presence and unlock the secrets of the aether.
Horrified by his discovery, Alistair tried to back away from
his quest. But it was too late. The presence had grown too strong, its whispers
now a cacophony that threatened to consume his very being.
Victorina's keen eye caught a glimpse of the alchemical
symbol for steam subtly marked near a vent. The symbol was freshly drawn, the
line etched with precision, a misty swirl hanging above it like a silent
accusation. She knelt down, her gloved fingers tracing the outline of the
symbol, her mind racing with possibilities.
As she stood, she noticed a group of students huddled
together nearby, their voices low and urgent. She approached them, her badge
gleaming in the dim light. "What are you discussing so intently?"
A young man with glasses and a nervous expression looked up.
"It's the... the ghost, ma'am. We were just talking about the ghost."
Victorina raised an eyebrow. "The ghost? Do you mean
the cause of the recent disturbances?"
The young man nodded, his eyes wide with fear. "Yes,
ma'am. Some say it's the spirit of a former student who died in an experiment
gone wrong. Others think it's the ghost of the school's founder, seeking
vengeance for some long-forgotten slight."
Victorina listened patiently as the students recounted their
tales, her mind sifting through the speculation and folklore for any kernel of
truth. She knew that supernatural explanations were rarely the answer, but she
couldn't discount the power of belief in shaping people's perceptions.
As the students dispersed, Victorina made her way to the
school's library, her footsteps echoing through the empty corridors. She needed
to find any information she could on the school's history, its underground
network, and the possible causes of the disturbances.
The library was a vast, cavernous room filled with books,
scrolls, and ancient tomes. Victorina's eyes widened as she took in the sheer
volume of knowledge that lay before her. She knew that finding the information
she needed would be like searching for a needle in a haystack.
She spent hours poring over dusty volumes, her fingers
tracing the faded ink as she delved into the school's past. She discovered that
the school had indeed been built atop an ancient network of steam tunnels, a
labyrinthine maze that had once powered the city's industry.
As she read, she learned that the tunnels had a long and
storied history, filled with tales of adventure, intrigue, and danger. There
were stories of lost treasures, hidden passages, and even rumors of a secret
society that had once used the tunnels as their base of operations.
But it was the tales of the steam anomalies that caught
Victorina's attention. She read accounts of sudden pressure surges, mysterious
steam leaks, and even stories of entire sections of the tunnels disappearing
without a trace.
As she delved deeper into the lore, she began to see a
pattern emerging. The incidents seemed to be centered around certain areas of
the school, areas that corresponded to the locations of the recent
disturbances.
Victorina's mind raced as she pieced together the clues. She
knew that there had to be a connection between the steam anomalies, the
alchemical symbol, and the presence that Alistair had described.
She decided to confront Alistair with her findings, hoping
that he could provide some insight into the mystery. She found him in his
workshop, his brow furrowed in concentration as he worked on a new device.
As she entered, he looked up, his eyes wary. "Detective
Steamwhisper. Have you discovered something?"
Victorina nodded, her voice grim. "I've been
researching the school's history, and I've found evidence of steam pressure
anomalies dating back centuries. I believe that these anomalies are connected
to the presence you described, and that the Aetheric Resonance Core is somehow
amplifying their effects."
Alistair's eyes widened in shock. "But... that's
impossible. The Core was designed to stabilize aetheric energy, not amplify
it."
Victorina shook her head. "I don't think it's the Core
itself that's causing the problem. I think it's the artifact you used to unlock
the curse. I believe that it's somehow tapping into the steam network, using
the pressure anomalies to fuel its power."
Alistair's face paled, his hands trembling. "If what
you're saying is true, then we're in more danger than I realized. We have to
find a way to contain the presence before it's too late."
Victorina nodded, her mind already racing with plans.
"I agree. We need to locate the source of the pressure anomalies and
neutralize the artifact. But first, we need to gather more information. I'll
speak with the headmaster and see if he can provide any additional
resources."
She made her way to the headmaster's office, her footsteps
quick and determined. As she entered, she found Horatio Steamfellow deep in
conversation with a group of faculty members.
He looked up as she approached, his eyes filled with
concern. "Detective Steamwhisper, have you made any progress?"
Victorina nodded, her voice grave. "I believe I've
found a connection between the steam pressure anomalies and the recent
disturbances. I need your help to gather more information and locate the source
of the problem."
Horatio's expression grew serious, and he turned to the
faculty members. "I'll need each of you to assemble a team of students and
begin a thorough search of the school. We need to find any evidence of steam
leaks, pressure surges, or unusual activity."
As the faculty members dispersed, Victorina turned to
Horatio. "I also need access to the school's blueprints and any records
you have on the steam network. I believe that the key to solving this mystery
lies in understanding the layout of the tunnels."
Horatio nodded, his eyes filled with determination.
"I'll have everything you need sent to your office."
Over the next few days, Victorina and the faculty worked
tirelessly to gather information and search the school. They discovered
evidence of steam leaks, pressure surges, and even found several hidden
entrances to the underground network.
As they pieced together the clues, they began to see a
pattern emerging. The disturbances seemed to be centered around a specific area
of the school, an area that corresponded to the location of the Aetheric
Resonance Core.
She decided to confront Alistair once again, hoping that he
could provide some insight into the location of the artifact. She found him in
his workshop, his face pale and drawn.
As she entered, he looked up, his eyes filled with fear.
"Detective Steamwhisper. I... I think I've found something."
He led her to a table in the corner of the room, where a
large map of the school was spread out. He pointed to a section of the map, his
finger trembling. "I... I believe that the artifact is hidden here, in the
heart of the steam network."
Victorina's eyes widened as she studied the map. She could
see the intricate network of tunnels and pipes that crisscrossed beneath the
school, and she knew that finding the artifact would be no easy task.
As they prepared to descend into the depths of the steam
network, Victorina couldn't shake the feeling that they were being watched. She
could hear the whispers growing louder, their voices echoing through the empty
corridors like a silent accusation.
As they made their way through the dark, winding tunnels,
Victorina's mind was filled with a sense of determination. She knew that they
were close to the truth, and she could feel the presence growing stronger with
each step.
They finally reached the heart of the steam network, a vast
chamber filled with pipes, valves, and hissing steam. In the center of the room
stood a pedestal, upon which rested the artifact.
Victorina's heart raced as she approached the pedestal, her
eyes fixed on the glowing object. She could feel its power radiating through
the room, a palpable force that seemed to be pulling her closer.
As she reached out to touch the artifact, she felt a sudden
surge of energy. The room was filled with a blinding light, and she was thrown
backward, her body slamming into the cold, hard ground.
When she opened her eyes, she found herself lying in a pool
of steam, her body aching and bruised. She looked around, her vision blurred
and unfocused.
She could see Alistair lying nearby, his body unconscious
and still. She struggled to her feet, her legs shaking with effort.
As she approached the pedestal, she saw that the artifact
was gone. In its place was a small, insignificant-looking stone, its surface
etched with the alchemical symbol for steam.
She turned to Alistair, her voice urgent. "We have to
get out of here. We have to find a way to neutralize the stone and contain the
presence."
Alistair nodded, his eyes filled with determination.
Together, they made their way back through the steam network, their minds
focused on the task at hand.
As they emerged from the tunnels, they were greeted by the
sight of Horatio Steamfellow and a team of faculty members. They had gathered
the students and were preparing to evacuate the school.
Victorina handed the stone to Horatio, her voice grim.
"We need to find a way to neutralize this. It's the key to unlocking the
curse, and if we don't contain the presence, it will destroy the school and
everyone in it."
Horatio nodded, his eyes filled with understanding. He
turned to the faculty members, his voice firm and resolute. "We'll need to
work together to find a solution. We can't let the presence destroy everything
we've worked so hard to build."
And as the whispers of the presence grew fainter and
fainter, she knew that they were one step closer to uncovering the truth and
restoring peace to Venture Velocity Vocational School.
Victorina listened patiently as the students recounted their
tales, her mind sifting through the speculation and folklore for any kernel of
truth. She knew that supernatural explanations were rarely the answer, but she
couldn't discount the power of belief in shaping people's perceptions.
As the students dispersed, Victorina made her way to the
school's library, her footsteps echoing through the empty corridors. She needed
to find any information she could on the school's history, its underground
network, and the possible causes of the disturbances.
Victorina's mind raced as she pieced together the clues. She
knew that there had to be a connection between the steam anomalies, the
alchemical symbol, and the presence that Alistair had described.
Victorina nodded, her voice grave. "I believe I've
found a connection between the steam pressure anomalies and the recent
disturbances. I need your help to gather more information and locate the source
of the problem."
Horatio's expression grew serious, and he turned to the
faculty members. "I'll need each of you to assemble a team of students and
begin a thorough search of the school. We need to find any evidence of steam
leaks, pressure surges, or unusual activity."
Over the next few days, Victorina and the faculty worked
tirelessly to gather information and search the school. They discovered
evidence of steam leaks, pressure surges, and even found several hidden
entrances to the underground network.
Victorina shared her findings with Horatio, who listened
intently, his brow furrowed in thought. "Your hypothesis is intriguing,
Detective Steamwhisper, but it seems far-fetched. Are you suggesting that
someone is intentionally causing these disturbances?"
Victorina nodded, her eyes filled with conviction. "I
believe that the alchemical symbol near the vents is a clue, a silent message
from the perpetrator. And the pattern of the disturbances suggests a level of
intelligence and planning that can't be ignored."
Horatio sighed, rubbing his temples. "I'll admit, your
theory is compelling, but we need more evidence before we can take any drastic
action. For now, let's continue our investigation and see where the clues lead
us."
Victorina nodded, her mind already racing with plans. She
knew that they were close to the truth, and she was determined to uncover the
secrets that lay hidden beneath the school's ancient walls.
As she delved deeper into the mystery, she couldn't shake
the feeling that they were being watched. She could hear the whispers growing
louder, their voices echoing through the empty corridors like a silent
accusation.
As Victorina and Horatio continued their investigation, they
discovered more evidence that supported her theory. They found additional
alchemical symbols near the vents, each one more intricate and complex than the
last.
They also discovered that the pressure anomalies were
growing stronger, their effects more pronounced. The school's steam-powered
machinery was beginning to malfunction, and the students were growing
increasingly frightened.
Victorina knew that they were running out of time. She
needed to find the source of the disturbances before it was too late.
She decided to enlist the help of Alistair, hoping that his
expertise in aetheric energy could provide some insight into the mystery.
Together, they studied the blueprints of the school, their eyes scanning the
intricate network of steam tunnels that crisscrossed beneath the campus.
As they examined the plans, they noticed something unusual.
There was a section of the tunnels that didn't seem to correspond to any known
part of the school. It was a hidden chamber, its purpose and location shrouded
in mystery.
Victorina's heart raced as she realized the implications.
"This could be it. This could be the source of the disturbances."
Alistair nodded, his eyes filled with determination.
"We need to investigate further. But we have to be careful. If your theory
is correct, then we're dealing with a dangerous and unpredictable
adversary."
Victorina nodded, her mind already racing with plans. She
knew that they would need to assemble a team of experts, each one skilled in a
different area of steampunk technology.
She turned to Horatio, her voice firm and resolute. "We
need to act quickly. I'll assemble a team and begin preparations for an
expedition into the steam tunnels. We'll need to move carefully and quietly, to
avoid alerting our adversary."
Horatio nodded, his eyes filled with understanding.
"I'll provide any resources you need. We can't let this threat go
unchecked."
They finally reached the hidden chamber, its entrance
concealed behind a wall of pipes and valves. As they entered, they were greeted
by a sight that took their breath away.
The chamber was filled with steam-powered machinery, its
gears and pistons whirring and hissing in a cacophony of sound. At the center
of the room stood a massive device, its surface etched with alchemical symbols
and intricate filigree.
She turned to Alistair, her voice urgent. "We have to
shut it down. If we don't, the disturbances will continue to grow, and the
school will be destroyed."
Alistair nodded, his hands already moving to disconnect the
device from the steam network. As he worked, Victorina and the team kept watch,
their eyes scanning the shadows for any sign of danger.
But as they worked, they heard a sound that sent a chill
down their spines. It was the sound of footsteps, echoing through the tunnels
like the beat of a drum.
As the footsteps grew louder, she turned to the team, her
voice filled with determination. "We have to move quickly. Shut down the
device and get out of here. We'll deal with our adversary later."
The team nodded, their hands moving with practiced
efficiency as they worked to disconnect the device. As the final connection was
severed, the chamber fell silent, the whirring and hissing of the machinery
fading away.
The sound of the intruder's footsteps faded into the
distance, leaving only the faint hum of the steam-powered machinery in the
hidden chamber. Victorina and Horatio exchanged a glance, their eyes filled
with a mix of relief and unease. They had come so close to the realization that
someone else knew about the chamber.
As they continued to examine the alchemical symbols etched
into the walls, Victorina noticed something peculiar. The symbols seemed to be
arranged in a specific pattern, one that mirrored the layout of the school's
rumored secret corridors. She pointed this out to Horatio, who nodded in
agreement.
"It's almost as if someone used these symbols as a
map," Victorina said, her voice barely above a whisper. "But why
would they go to such lengths to hide it?"
Horatio frowned, his brow furrowed in thought. "I'm not
sure, but it's clear that whoever created these symbols had intimate knowledge
of the school's hidden history. Perhaps they were trying to protect something,
or someone."
As they discussed the significance of the symbols and their
alignment with the known architecture, a nearby vent released an abrupt burst
of steam. The sudden hiss and rush of hot air startled both of them,
heightening the sense of mystery and urgency to solve the puzzle.
They made their way back to the surface, their minds racing
with questions and theories. As they walked, Victorina couldn't shake the
feeling that they were being watched. She scanned the shadows, her hand resting
on the grip of her pistol, but she saw nothing out of the ordinary.
When they reached Horatio's office, they found a group of
faculty members waiting for them. They looked anxious and concerned, their
faces etched with worry.
"What's going on?" Horatio asked, his voice filled
with concern.
One of the faculty members, a woman with short, curly hair
and glasses, stepped forward. "There's been another disturbance. This
time, it's in the library. Several books have been torn apart, and there's
evidence of steam damage."
Victorina's eyes widened in shock. "The library? That's
one of the most secure areas of the school. How could someone have gained
access?"
The woman shook her head, her expression grim. "We
don't know. But we think it might be connected to the symbols you found in the
hidden chamber."
Victorina and Horatio exchanged a glance, their minds racing
with possibilities. They knew that they had to act quickly if they were going
to solve the mystery and protect the school.
They made their way to the library, their footsteps quick and
determined. As they entered, they were greeted by a sight that took their
breath away. The room was in chaos, with books strewn about and steam damage
evident on the walls and ceiling.
Victorina's eyes scanned the room, searching for any clue
that might lead them to the culprit. She noticed something peculiar on one of
the bookshelves, a small, almost imperceptible mark.
She approached the shelf, her heart racing as she examined
the mark more closely. It was an alchemical symbol, similar to the ones they
had found in the hidden chamber.
As they continued to search the library, they discovered
more evidence of the intruder's presence. They found additional alchemical
symbols etched into the walls and bookshelves, each one more intricate and
complex than the last.
They also discovered that the steam damage was more
extensive than they had initially thought. The library's steam-powered heating
system had been tampered with, causing pressure surges and leaks that
threatened to destroy the entire building.
She turned to Horatio, her voice filled with determination.
"We need to assemble a team of experts, each one skilled in a different
area of steampunk technology. We need to find out who's behind this and stop
them before they do any more damage."
Horatio nodded, his eyes filled with understanding.
"I'll provide any resources you need. We can't let this threat go
unchecked."
Victorina knew that they were dealing with a formidable
adversary, one that would stop at nothing to protect their secrets. She knew
that they would need to be careful, to use all of their skills and resources to
outwit their opponent.
But as they delved deeper into the mystery, they discovered
something that shocked them to their core. They found evidence that the society
had been experimenting with the Aetheric Resonance Core, the same device that
had caused the disturbances in the first place.
Victorina knew that they had to act quickly. They needed to
find the society's hideout and shut down their experiments before it was too
late.
As they made their way through the school's secret
corridors, they could hear the sound of steam-powered machinery growing louder
and louder. They knew that they were getting close.
But as they rounded a corner, they were confronted by a
sight that took their breath away. The society's hideout was a massive
underground chamber, filled with steam-powered machinery and aetheric energy
generators.
Victorina knew that they had to shut it down, to stop the
society's dangerous experiments before it was too late. But as they approached
the device, they were confronted by the society's leader, a man with cold,
calculating eyes and a sinister smile.
He sneered at them, his voice filled with contempt.
"You think you can stop us? We are the future of technology, the ones who
will unlock the true potential of aetheric energy. And there's nothing you can
do to stop us."
Victorina's eyes narrowed, her hand resting on the grip of
her pistol. "You're wrong. We won't let you destroy the school and
everyone in it. We'll do whatever it takes to stop you."
"Catch me!", the man said, disapering in the
tunnels.
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