The three-man team made its way down the hallway walking fast, but not running. The point man was armed with an H&K MP5. He had it shouldered and was searching forward over the weapon sights, the gun tracking with his eyes like a tank turret following a weaponeer's visual targeting system. The flank officers were armed with handguns, each calling out information about doorways and hallways as they were approached and passed. Shots were heard down the hallway in front of the team and they picked up their pace. Shouting could be heard as well; screams that were a mix of incoherence and clear communications. "No, Johnny!" "Don't do that!" "Put that down!" As the team approached the doorway they could hear sounds of a struggle, what sounded like a fist on flesh, harsh words and then relative silence. They rounded the corner, weapons still up and seeking targets. The point man sees an adult. He has a student, holding him by the front of his shirt in his left hand.
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