Craig froze when he heard gunfire. He couldn't believe it. Gunfire in the Supreme Court?

He dove beneath his desk, hearing his staff do likewise. Then, he realized something.

Carol was home sick today, but he'd seen her staff in the law library earlier.

Remembering Vietnam, Craig crawled out of his office, past his own hidden staff, and into the hallway. Entering the library, he saw three clerks huddled under tables which offered no cover.

"This way," Craig hissed.

No one argued. They followed him back across the hall.

"Inside. Hurry. Make room for them, guys."

He heard the shuffling before everyone was out of sight. The sound of gunfire was now joined by sirens.

"Thank you," a woman whispered from her hiding place.

Craig nodded. He and Carol Willet were ideological opponents, never expected to support each other. But, she'd have done the same. Craig was sure of that.