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Defender of the People ch9"As soon as men know that they can kill without fear of punishment or blame, they kill; or at least they encourage killers with approving smiles." Simone Weil
"What do the numbers mean?" asked Hotch. "That's what I'd like to know."
"Nothing jumps out at me just yet. Give me a few minutes," said Reid, passing into a reflective mood.
"Do you think it could be a kill count?" asked Seaver.
"No. The numbers jumped from two, straight to six," said Hotch. "If that were true, we'd have a much higher body count."
"It may be some sort of hierarchy or list," said Rossi.
"There's no way this is random," said Sandra. "The Unsubs have a motive. The question is, why?"
"Maybe the Unsubs see themselves as righting wrongs," said Levin. "It happens sometime in terror cells in the Middle East. I saw a bit of that in the IDF."
"Correcting past injustices " mused Morgan. "Were Wheatley and Dylan ever convicted of a crime?"
"You can't be a senator and convicted of something," said Hotch
Defender of the People ch8"Don't ask me to leave you and turn back. I will go where you go and live where you live. Your people will be my people, and your God will be my God." The Book of Ruth
"Garcia, I need everything you have on a Gabi Finn," said Sandra.
"Who is that?" asked Garcia as she began typing away.
"She's the woman who was murdered today. The one who the police thought had something to do with our case."
"And does she?"
"She may. What do you have?"
"Well, I have here that she was a college dropout. Twenty six years old and she dropped out six years ago, right before graduation. She was about to get her AA," said Garcia. "Looks like she dropped out because she found out she was pregnant and went off the grid. She didn't surface again until four years ago when her son Garret was taken by CPS."
"We need more, Garcia," said Sandra.
"I'm working on it," said Garcia. "I'll call you or Hotch if I find anything else of note. Garcia, out."
"She's working on it, Prentiss."
"I figured. What
100 Prompt Challenge ch7Aaron turned the page again. This time, there was no picture. Instead, there was a poem, surrounded by pictures that made Aaron think of heaven.
"Who wrote this?" asked Aaron. "There are two sets of hand writing here."
"We did," said Sandra. "Your father and I wrote this together."
"Really? I never thought that you or Dad would ever try writing poetry."
"We tried," said Nicholas.
"What he means to say is that this was entered into a writing contest," said Sandra.
"Did you guys win?" Aaron looked up at his parents.
"We got second place."
The three leaned over and read the poem together.
Under the moon,
The bright, bright moon,
Two lovers sit,
On the dark, dark grass
Under the tree,
The dark, dark tree,
The lovers talk,
Of his lost, lost father
In the man's mind,
In the man's tortured, tortured mind,
He thinks about him,
His father lost
In the light,
The bright, bright light,
My father resides,
Waiting as he calls me, calls me
Defender of the People ch7"Cowards die many times before their deaths." William Shakespeare
Sandra drove as fast as she could to the marine base in Quantico, almost fifteen minutes away from Nicholas' university. As the miles melted away, she wondered what on Earth was so urgent. Hotch sounded so worried? Agitated? Maybe even scared. Just the thought of the great Aaron Hotchner, scared, was extremely unnerving. The man on the phone didn't sound much like the boss she had come to admire, more like a spectre. It was hard to fathom. Sandra took a deep breath and tried to get into the mind set that she needed to be in to do this job.
She got to the base and through the security guards. She parked and rushed to the elevator as fast as she could. She pressed the button and was immensely relieved to see the doors open right away.
She stepped in, jabbed the button, crossed her arms and tapped her foot impatiently. Finally, the doors opened on the correct floor. Sandra rushed into the bullpe
100 Prompt Challenge ch6Aaron turned the page again. Here was a picture of Sandra, in a dark blue cap and gown, standing at a podium. It was a low angle shot, looking up at her from the audience. There was a weak breeze; her tassel blew slightly to the right.
Sandra smiled. "This was my high school graduation."
"You were Valedictorian?" asked Aaron.
Sandra nodded. "And you are too. So was your father."
"No, I was Salutatorian," said Nicholas. "Remember?"
"Oh yeah! That's right," said Sandra.
Pomp and Circumstance was playing. She walked to the front, to stand at the podium to give her speech. The wind blew at her tassel on her cap. Sandra pulled the tassel back into place and waited for the rest of her classmates to get to their seats. Their class president, Alicia Holcomb gave a quick introductory speech.
"Hello and welcome to the Commencement ceremony of the Cardozo Senior High School, class of 1992!" Alicia paused as graduates and family applauded. "Please stand for the Pledge of Allegiance!" A
Surrealism StoryEverywhere I look, words dance, clocks float, disembodied lips talk without a direction to be found.
This land is an odd one. I walk along an invisible path. But when I look down, I see images of many different things--chocolate; surfboards; people-- no, these are corpses, floating down the stream. The water beneath them looks odd. It's not regular water, though it has the same coloration. I bend down to take a look. I see animals, alive or dead, I'm not sure; lips and eyes, both separated from the faces; big chunks of ice (Should those have melted?); and so much more. It's too gruesome, so I look away.
I hear something behind me. It scares me, so I begin running as fast as I can. But try as I might, I cannot escape it, whatever it is. I still don't know. But I keep running, even as it overtakes me.
Now I see it for what it is. A gigantic watch face, ticking away. Tick, tock. Tick, tock. Tick, tock. I don't know how I know, but I begin to realize that this clock is
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