Two stone pillars, one taller than the other, stood at the sides of the entrance like two formidable sentinels, with an iron gate securely closed.
The security inside seemed to have slacked off, paying no attention to the people outside calling at the gate.
"What do we do, Sheriff? The people inside the school aren't cooperating. Should we storm in with our men?"
An eager officer blurted out, loyally trying to impress but failing to realize that he was barking up the wrong tree.
"Storm in your head, damn it!"
"Are the people inside just ordinary folks?"
"In this pitch-black mess, what if we charge in and an accident happens, resulting in loss of life? Would you take the responsibility or would I?"
...
Winston lashed out at his subordinate, unleashing a torrent of abuse, venting his internal frustration.
