The hooded figure blatantly sits outside the elementary school and counts in his head. For a brief moment he unzips the bag and glimpses the black grip that belongs to an AK-47 rifle. The man thinks back to how he got this gun, it was really simple. All he had to do was go to a gun show where all they ask is your name and age and the gun is yours. If they had asked for back checks they would have known he was mentally unstable and had already been to prison for assaulting his ex-wife. He jumps at the sound of the school bell and hears loud laughter and chatter as students pour into the courtyard. “Now I have the chance,” he says to himself, as he slowly unzips his bag and grabs the handle of the gun. “Nice jacket, sir,” grins a boy with red hair and freckles who can't be older than 12. “Thank you,” the hooded man replies seriously. "Haha I was sacastic" Smiled the boy who was now chewing a piece of chewing gum happily sure that he had gotten the better of this adult. “Like I was,” the stranger replied, drawing his gun and watching the smile on the boy's face fade as he pulled the gun....