When Chris Paine walked into the office Gena Pollock looked around to see if she was being Punked. The Guy striding confidently across the floor could have been by all intent and purpose a young Tom Cruise, but the fact that no one else reacted in the same way convinced her that it was a female fantasy of her own making."Hi" said the dream that Gena Pollock was living. "I am looking for Detective Rodriguez" Good to meet you" answered the man of the same name reaching out his hand, while carrying out introductions. "This is Chris Paine he is here from the FBI to look into the disappearances and abductions related to our on-going investigations. Therefor any information that you may have please make it available to him ASAP. You will need someone to assist you for a few days until you find your feet" I can do that" said Gena Pollock interrupting. "No" said Rodriguez, "You are heading for Chicago, we need more information on these Wet Suits. "Delano, you are acquainted with Agent Paine that will save time on needless small talk." Delano not really sure if she should be pleased or angry at his decision gathered the available relevant information from the others and pulled a chair to the interviewee side of her desk and poured two cups of NYPD coffee, and Agent Chris Pain settled in. "Have there ever been any sightings of these individuals? he asked. "None that I know of" answered Charlie Delano. "That is a whole lot of people to look after and keep hidden for up to ten years" said Agent Paine. Chances are that one or all of them are already dead. What is the gender breakdown? " Six men and four women, ages at this moment would range between 14 and 40" answered Delano, "I do agree with the feeling of who could hide so many people undetected for so long, but I disagree with your statement" they may be dead" because the SPIKES are a vigilante group allegedly bringing the wrath of God down on the worlds criminals, so why would they hurt the innocent? It must be as previously mentioned some kind of safety net come bargaining chip for use if and when they are apprehended, anything else makes no sense" "We shall see" said Agent Paine now looking through the stack of paperwork just handed to him. Detective Ryan Peterson did not attend the briefing instead he was held up in Zoe Prince's Flat in case of contact by the rest of the Gang. Detective Clarence Weldon would assist Detective Rodriguez in the questioning of Zoe Prince although at the moment their main objective was keeping her in isolation and out of reach. Leslie Santori was looking through Autopilot reports on every known victim of the Spikes searching for any corresponding details which matched her own, especially the initials. If nothing was found and other factors in the case had not progressed then there was every chance that she may have to exhume all of the remaining bodies, eighteen in total. Gena Pollock was on route to Chicago and the distribution facility at Rockford sixty miles north of the City. As with all Military installations the interference of the public including the Police Authorities was very seldom welcomed and so to save valuable time the help of Jocelyn Chabatti was once again called upon. A brief outline of her requirements had been forwarded by the Assistant Director to the Facility Commander who himself had been contacted directly from the Pentagon in Washington instructing him to fulfill all of Detective Pollock's requests. On her arrival she was taken directly to the Stores, there was no meeting with the Commander she was far to far below him for such a thing. Lieutenant Benjamin Johnston conveniently know as BJ was the Quarter Master and very proud of it. He openly prided himself with knowing everything about everything that came his way and left again. Gena outlined her interest in the Wet Suits and a small amount of the reason why. BJ had no need for scrolling through his Computer Logs to find out what these items were and where they had gone. He simply closed his eyes for around thirty seconds and the, "They are B4997/WS passing through here on route to the Fort George Marine Dive Training Facility at Colby Island south of New York. There is a six monthly repeat order in the name of Captain Delilah Lancaster Head of Training. She is one bad ass" said BJ, she was a senior Medic in Afghanistan and Iraq you know" Gena Pollock thanked the overly helpful Benjamin Johnson and headed back to New York pinching herself that she may have uncovered the identity of one of the SPIKES, DL/Delilah Lancaster. Agent Charlie Delano's life was becoming an unplugged episode from a Mills and Boon story. On one hand she was the target of hot stares across her desk from new comer Chris Paine, on the other hot Text messages from Jacob Clark. Add to this that she was involved in the most important case of her life and there you have it, Mills and Boon. She suggested to Agent Paine that he get out on the road and visit everyone of the crime scenes, and when he returned with his experience in unsolved disappearances and her knowledge as a Profiler they could begin to create the psyche behind the minds of the SPIKES. Of course most of this was bull shit her aim being to cut herself loose and catch an Uber to Jacob Clark's place for an evening of well, examination. And that's exactly what she did. Jacob was his usual charming self and it was evident to both parties even before the expected sex, that they were developing strong feelings for one another and rather than being frightening it was comfortable. She told him the moment she arrived that the case was progressing at speed and there would be no more said on the matter. It was time for that in depth conversation about who you are and who you aspire to be. It seemed a crazy dissection of two people at the pinnacles of their chosen careers, but when all is stripped away a career is only a means to make money, it is very seldom who that person really is. For example Jacob confessed to being a closet rock star and craved the feeling of appearing live on stage in front of fifty thousand people. Whereas Charlie Delano had followed her passion into aviation and had tried out on two separate occasions to be an Air Hostess, and on both occasions failed miserably. All of this came after the whole, that was my childhood stories, washed down by three bottles of a fine Pino Grigio culminating in no sex but a great night's sleep. Detective Gena Pollock was standing by the Coffee machine when Manny Rodriguez entered the Office, it was 8.45 am. She related to both him and Clarence Weldon what she had found. "My God Gena this is amazing" said an excited Weldon, "You must have felt that eureka moment like the first Astronauts to step onto the Moon" "Something like that" she replied. "But what do you see as our next step Boss? "This if anything is moving to fast" he answered, "On one hand we have Zoe Prince in custody, but for this we are covered with Detective Peterson manning the phones in her Apartment. The problem is if we go round arresting each individual SPIKE that we identify the rest will cease operating and as I have said before, go to ground. We cannot allow them to commit any more crimes but at the same time it could collapse our case if we stop them." "I'm not sure that I follow" said Gena Pollock. "Well they can disappear as quickly as they arrived" said Rodriguez, "And I for one want every one of them. We must put an end to this, it is all or nothing. Now I want input in this so feel free to interrupt. The way I see it is that the SPIKES will make contact with Detective Peterson, maybe now, maybe later but they will be in touch. When they do he will be Zoe Prince. All of the conversation will be through Text,s or Facebook, Peterson has that covered" "What if they are planning a live job and Nails i part of the plan? asked Clarence Weldon interrupting. "We go along with it "Answered Rodriguez, "This is why it is imperative that we find Zoe Prince,s SPIKES outfit, it must be hidden somewhere in her flat. I have sent a small team to ransack the place with little knowledge of why they are doing so. When we have it then Peterson can join them on their raid and when they are all together we will move in" "The obvious question, Boss is, what if there are only two or three, what happens then? asked Gena Pollock. "That is a tricky one" he replied, "But my gut instinct, and remember you should always follow your instincts, is that if there are three. Peterson plus two, then just before the crime is committed we move in and arrest both of them and place them in quarantine just like Miss Prince. We take into custody the target as they will almost certainly be criminals and hold them under caution for forty eight hours. In the meantime news report will say that certain parties as yet unknown have been fatally assaulted at whatever address and then we wait" "Jesus Boss, you have given this some thought" said Detective Weldon, "It is by no means a full-proof plan but I for one can see where it could work, but we must find that outfit" "What are your thoughts on the gender of these people Boss? asked Gena Pollock, "we now know of three and two are women" "Well maybe I was being a little sexist when I surmised that all except one were male but you never know we may not be dealing with Genghis Khan, we might instead be chasing fucking Charlie,s Angels" Weldon handed the phone to Rodriguez, it was Leslie Santori. "Hi Leslie what have you got for me? he asked. "As you know" said Santori "I have been looking at past cases, and in the case of Drug dealer Carlos Mendez and two of his henchmen killed almost eight years ago in a down town hotel room, the report mentions the letters R N being smeared on a wall using blood from one of the victims. So now we have the initials of all six members of the SPIKES. Are you happy? "Hell yeah" was the short answer.
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SPIKES
General Fictiona wayward childhood, a way to get even, or are the intentions really good.
