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{Amanda}
"Reid. Since you're more their age, why don't you do the talking?" A man in a monkey suit tells a really cute guy, who starts to stutter as monkey man walks away.
I giggle, still playing with my project, as the cute guy clears his throat, "Ahem. Hi-Hi, guys. Uh, my name's, uh, Dr. Spencer Reid. I'm a, uh, agent with the--the BAU, The Behavioral Analysis Unit of the FBI, which, um, it used to be called the BSU, The Behavioral Science Unit, but not anymore. They changed it to the BAU. Um, it's part of the NCAVC, The National Center for the Analysis of Violent Crime which is also part of this thing called the CIRG, The Critical Incident Response Group, and-"
Monkey man cuts him off stating, "What he's trying to say is we love to know how you can help us."
Jeremy stands up and holds out his hand, Dr. Reid hands him a lightbulb as Jer says, "May I, please? Thank you. See this? Drill a hole into the side, fill it with gasoline or whatever's good and flammable. Turn the light on, boom. That is what went down, isn't it?"
I take a big breath and speak up, "All of this is on the internet. Want to know how to make a piece of ice set itself on fire?" I question and go to my station, taking a piece of ice off the tray and showing it to them, I drop it into the water.
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Clara speaks up after my little show, "Wanna know how to make a Molotov Cocktail that sets itself on fire? Potassium, Sulfur... and normal sugar. Sugar--sugar, which is--"
Jer cuts her off, "Not exactly Plutonium. You could get the stuff anywhere."
I continue, "Supermarket sugar."
Monkey suit sighs, "But you don't need to be a chem major to know that."
I shake my head, "You think it's one of us?" I ask.
Jer continues, "You wanna know what I think? I think... it would be a good time to take the semester off."
I scoff, "This isn't a joke, Jer. People have died." I snap and walk into the hall.
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"Hold on. You need a key to get it movin' after 10:00 p.m." Jeremy gloats and I roll my eyes sticking my head back into my book.
