[ RF ] The microphone felt heavy in her hand .

The microphone felt heavy in her hand and she rehearsed her lines as calmly as possible. `` Faculty and students, in celebration of the liberation of the free state school will be closing early today.'' She looked over her shoulder and made eye contact with the gunman who was holding a.45 handgun to the back of the school's principal's head. 
 
 `` Today is such a beautiful day, so please be sure to enjoy it. All faculty is released once their students exit the school property. Mr. Richardson please stop by my office when you have a chance. I have a package up here for you.'' 
 
 The school was busy with excitement for the next minutes. The children are running around grabbing their things and teachers trying to keep the peace. After thirty minutes the school was empty, all except for Mr.Richardson, who sat at his desk staring at his empty classroom. He wondered if this was the last time he would ever see the room. 
 
 He let out a deep sigh, stood up, and began walking towards the principal's office. Through the fogged glass he could see a figure sitting in the principal's seat. He open the door, and found what he expected. Mrs. Tringer on the floor dead with one steady shot to the back of her neck and an old rival sitting in her chair polishing his gun. 
 
 `` So now you are Mr. Richardson, eh?'' The gunman said not looking up from his gun. `` What do you want Rittman?'' Rittman looking up for the first time, swings around and takes his feet off Mrs. Tringer's desk. `` Just to remind you. You are an agent of Spyder and you have been at this post for a while and have n't produced any results.'' 
 
 Mr. Richardson debates if he should grab his gun or if he should let Rittman walk. Killing Rittman would be very satisfying, but Mr. Richardson knew he would n't last long with Sypder hunting him down. Besides this is a warning, if Rittman wanted to kill him he would have done so already. 
 
 `` The resistance does not seem to have any presence here at this school'' Mr. Richardson said as calmly as his training taught him. Rittman sighed, and stood up `` I'm worried about you old friend. If you do n't come up with results you are as good as dead, and you'll be even worse if you are withholding information from Spyder.'' Mr. Richardson got angry in the face `` The resistance is a real threat to the stability of our nation! You would I would let all our sacrifice go to waste! Get out of my sight!'' 
 
 Rittman smiled to this response. `` I'm glad you still feel as strong about our cause, as the day you and I signed up together. Take care, and the police file has already been submitted that you are the agent that killed Mrs. Marie Tringer, leader of the Yernwood chapter of the resistance.'' Rittman walked out the office while waving over his back. 
 
 Mr. Richardson stares at the gun that has been planted at the crime screen and looks sadly at the lose of his friend. He says a prayer and solemnly closes the door to the office behind him. Mr. Richardson calculated his next move, knowing it will be tough now to lead the resistance when he has been framed for the murder of one of their great leaders. 

