<em>At the scene of the fight</em><br/><br/>A uniformed officer was filling out paperwork when Captain Green and the principle arrived, nodding to them both, "Boss.  Captain.  Simple disturbance got out of hand when that new kid, Beaumont, rushed in without backup.  Got off a few shots of pepper, nailed one kid in the eyes, but the kid got him with a shank.  No one knew he was injured for a few minutes, and by then it was too late.  He's down in the morgue already.  Kid that got him is in solitary now.  All the others save the ones who got cut up are already in detention.  The cut up ones are already in the infirmary."<br/><br/><br/><br/><em>In Detention</em><br/><br/>An officer stood at the head of the classroom beside the desk of the teacher assaigned to detention duty.  In this case, it was Linna Lane, who kept glancing up nervously at the students who had been cuffed to their chairs.  One in particular, Nick, seemed to resent being here.  On the screen built into the desk was a tally, marking as the students finished sentences.  She was here strictly to cover school policy, nothing more.  The officer kept on alert, but she was able to atleast read a book while the students wrote.<br/><br/>She was currently reading<em>1632</em>by Eric Flint, an alternate history tale of a town in South Carolina that got transported to 1632 Germany.  It was a good book, despite the heavy handed deus ex machina in it.  She kept reading quietly, but for some reason her gaze kept returning to Nick, who seemed... different than most of the big dumb brutes they got in.