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"Well..." Ticktania lowered her head a little. "I suppose that answers that last question."

She resumed walking for only a moment, before she froze, suddenly alert.

"Minuette..." She snapped, her voice a harsh, low whisper. "There's a student... concealed... in the rafters above us... Don't look up, just be ready to fire on my count."

"One..." Ticktania felt a trickle of sweat on her brow.

"Two..." This could literally decided who lived or died.

"...THREE!" Ticktania yelled, reeling and firing off her gun at the ceiling, hoping her friend would have the good sense to do the same.

- - -

The Yankee had taken supplies and gone on 'scouting duty' for his newfound allies, which was basically a hallway patrol without the threat of one more clique trying to kill him.

He scrolled through the list of remaining students on his MirrorPhone.

He stopped, backtracking a bit on the list to find a name that caught his eye.

Ticktania Tockman.

That was his next target.