"Let us in! Let us in!"
"My child is in there, let us in."
A group of emotional parents of students stood outside while soldiers of the National Guard, fully armed, set up a barricade at the entrance and blocked them off with a human wall.
"You cowards! Give me a gun and get out of my way, I'll rescue them myself! My son is in there," a muscular man in a black T-shirt, his arms covered in tattoos, shouted angrily, his bushy beard swinging with his rage.
As he spoke, tears started to fall.
The National Guard soldiers facing him looked sympathetic, turning their heads to glance behind them, where they saw two black riot vehicles approaching, emblazoned with the word: Swat!
"Sir, your child will be saved!" a soldier said to the bearded man, patting his shoulder and pointing at the riot vehicles, "See that, General Victor has sent his most elite soldiers; he won't give up on any of his people."
The tone was fervent.
