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[color=indianred]Becker[/color][/h2][img]https://64.media.tumblr.com/3fde3f2372a8f556f6d9b845533cfd7b/tumblr_inline_pmhiz02Frr1snxgfy_400.gif[/img]

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Becker chuckled lightly. [color=indianred]"You're not alone there. Gym class can be rough."[/color]

As she continued her work, Kaitlyn approached, looking between Becker and the student.

Before Becker could respond, her phone buzzed with a text from her partner, accompanied by a video. They had just moved the body to the hospital's morgue, and the body bag was starting to move on its own. 

Becker's eyes widened in disbelief. She forced herself to be realistic and logical, but the inkling of what might be happening kept creeping back into her thoughts, after all that's happened so far. Something was wrong, and she needed to get to the bottom of it. Her instincts told her that whatever was going on at the morgue was connected to the chaos here at the school. But then again she could be wrong.

haking off her unease, she turned to Kaitlyn. [color=indianred]"Actually, yes. Could you keep an eye on her for a moment?" [/color]she asked, indicating the student. [color=indianred]"I need to check something quick."[/color]

Kaitlyn nodded, and Becker quickly dialed her partner's number. [color=indianred]"Dave, it's Becker. I just saw your video. Secure the area, call security, and don't open the bag."[/color]

She hung up and turned back to Kaitlyn and the student. [color=indianred]"Thanks for helping out,"[/color] with a sigh, she said to Kaitlyn. [color=indianred]"Anyway, what's going on here? Are there any more people who need help?"[/color]