The towering, wrought-iron gates of the St. Jude Preparatory Academy loomed aggressively against the dark night sky, as Rick smoothly parked his thirty-million-dollar matte-carbon Koenigsegg Gemera entirely out of sight, because he did not want his mechanical beast drawing unnecessary attention away from his simple errand.
He casually strolled onto the pristine, perfectly manicured campus grounds wearing his plain black t-shirt and dark jeans, completely ignoring the luxurious statues and expensive architecture, as he easily tracked the sound of loud, hysterical shrieking echoing directly from the main administrative faculty building.
Rick pushed the heavy wooden doors open, walking silently down the polished hallway, until he reached the brightly lit headmaster's office, where a completely chaotic, highly volatile situation was actively unfolding.
