The classroom was packed, nearly a hundred students crammed into rows of seats, some sitting on the floor near the back.
Chalk scraped against the board up front as the professor started the lecture without waiting for anyone to settle.
Liam sat in his usual seat and stared at the front of the classroom without really seeing it.
Kelvin dropped into the seat beside him, his bag hitting the floor with a thud, his jacket half on one shoulder, clearly having jogged from somewhere to make it in time.
He settled himself into the chair, shrugging the jacket properly onto his shoulders, pulled out a notebook, uncapped a pen, and looked at the board like he was actually planning to use both of them.
Liam looked at him.
And just like that, without warning, he saw it differently.
Kelvin slumped forward in on the floor.
His jacket stained with blood and wet across the back.
He wasn't moving. He was just still.
Like those two guys on the ground at the base.
