The faculty lounge door burst open with enough force to slam against the wall behind it, and in that split second, my world shifted into the hyperaware state that came with imminent danger. Something small and fast was flying through the air directly toward the seating area where Principal Whitfield and I were standing.
My Reflex Calibration kicked in automatically, time seeming to slow as my enhanced reflexes analyzed the trajectory of whatever had been launched into the room. My body moved before my conscious mind had fully processed what was happening. Everything working in perfect synchronization to get me out of the path of the projectile.
I twisted to the left, my feet shifting to maintain balance as I dropped into a defensive crouch. The motion was fluid and precise, honed by the numerous fights I've found myself in the last few years. Whatever was coming at us sailed past my shoulder by inches, close enough that I could feel the air displacement as it passed.
