Alias - Confidential, not to be seen by the unauthorised

Mr Lowrey wrote something on the board and froze when a loud sound echoed through the school. His eyes grew wide as he spun around and frantically motioned everyone to crouch down on the floor. His Year 10 English class fell silently to the ground, and twenty-six pairs of eyes stared up at him. Two girls were eyeing the door, bouncing on their heels. Genevieve and Dominique glanced at each other and then at the door. Dom nodded, abruptly stood up and shot outside. Genevieve shrugged and hesitantly followed her friend. They ignored the yells of their English teacher and sprinted to the elevator. Genevieve swiped her ID card and the doors crawled open. The two leapt inside before laying their hands on the cold metal walls. A green line scanned up and down their hands, identifying them. A click was then heard and the elevator began its descent down into a secret floor underneath the school.

Genevieve’s fingers began to fly across her keyboard until a green screen popped up. Millions of numbers rolled down the page, installing a complicated security system to protect the high school’s database. After punching in an eight digit password, Dom turned towards the left wall, which split open and revealed a secret stash of weapons. All types of guns, grenades, knives and ammunition lay before her. Dom grabbed herself a Beretta M1915 and slipped it into her holster. She also took three stun grenades and clipped them to her belt.

“Gen?” she called over her shoulder.

“Nathan Forrez was the one who caused the lock-down of the school. He strolled into the year 9 quad, produced a .40 calliber handgun and started yelling to the sky. He’s looking for the ASIS.”

“The Australian Secret Intelligence Service. Us. But really i was just going to ask if you've seen my lucky bracelet.”

Genevieve nodded and slipped in her earpiece, throwing a blue band over to her partner in crime. She then walked over and retrieved three knives and 2 grenades for herself before shutting the wall. After glancing at each other, the pair nodded and went their separate ways towards the oval.

Dom silently made her way through the McMahon bottom corridor, ducking underneath the windows. She held her Beretta at the ready, her mind racing at 200 miles per hour. Should I go around the back of the building, or should I just take the fastest way to the quad? Should I wait for Gen or should I go by myself?

Steps coming from in front of her jerked her awake. Dom silently swore and squeezed herself inside a gap between the lockers. She slowed her breathing and gripped her Beretta tighter. This was not good, she thought, as a bead of sweat rolled down her forehead. The steps grew closer, making Dom’s eyes widen. The person paused, before heading in another direction. Dom let out a shaky breath, regained her focus and slipped out and to the quad.

Genevieve glanced over her shoulder, cautious. She twirled the knife in between her fingers expertly as she prowled forward. Forrez stood just a mere 15 metres away from her, but unaware that she was watching him. Her fingers flexed and she brought her twirling knife to a familiar stop in her palm. Her eyes narrowed as Forrez slowly turned his head around, scanning his surroundings. Her eyes glimpsed the .40 calliber gun in his right hand, and she took a quiet deep breath in.

“Hey, Gen, are you there?” a voice whispered in her ear. Gen reached up and activated her earpiece.

“Yeah, I have a visual of him. Gun in his right hand, around 190 centimetres, doesn’t have the physical build to be someone from the army so he’s probably with one of the gangs. I’m 15 metres behind him in the bushes.”

“All right, I’ll make the move.”

“Good luck and don't screw up.”

"Always nice to know my partner has faith in me."

Gen gathered up her energy and prepared to fight. She spied Dom flipping the safety off and aiming.

Dom pulled the trigger. BANG! The bullet sliced through the air and missed its target by millimetres. Crap, she thought, he moved! Forrez whirled around, roared out something unintelligent and aimed his gun barrel at Dom. Gen took her chance and leapt out, the blade of the knife flashing in the sunlight. The gun moved yet again, forcing Gen to drop. She swept her right leg over the ground, knocking Forrez off balance. The gunman fell, his finger pulling the trigger simultaneously. The bullet ricocheted off a brick wall and shattered a nearby window.

“That’s the third window that’s been smashed in a week!” exclaimed Dom as she sprinted forward, clicking her gun off safety again. Gen scrambled for the gun. Forrez turned and weakly aimed the barrel at her. Quick as lightning, Gen grabbed a grenade, pulled the pin and released it. With a small bang, smoke flooded the area, blinding Forrez. He fired anyway, and the bullet went wild once again, burying itself deep in a tree trunk. Dom and Gen hit the deck for a moment before rushing back onto their feet. Dom struck out her foot and the gun flew out of Forrez’s hand.

As the police screeched to a stop in the school car park, Forrez was already handcuffed and out cold. They noticed the broken window and all the bullet cases. What they didn’t notice was two female students having a pointless argument with their teacher. You can’t stop a girl going to the toilet after all. Who knows what could've happened.