Unprofessional Conduct: The Storme Shield
"Kendrick, open up! Get the lockdown shields ready!"
Roderick reached the door first, slamming his hand against the glass. It didn't budge. The automatic sensors, which should have picked up Elias’s proximity and opened the doors instantly, remained dark.
"Kendrick! Manual override!" Roderick shouted, his voice muffled by the thick, bulletproof glass. "We’ve got a shooter on the North side! Get us in!"
Inside the lobby, Kendrick slowly walked toward the door. He didn't look panicked. He didn't look like a man about to save his boss. He looked like a man watching a movie. He stopped six inches from the glass, his hands clasped calmly behind his back.