NO COPYRIGHTING. I will hunt you to the end of the Earth if you do. ------------------------------------------------- "This is---." The man starts. "Lizabeth Sutton, mathematician and numbers girl. Madie Anderson, lie detector. Claire Anderson, poison and antidote girl. Jonathan Prince, mood detector. Damon Grace, son of mass murderer Simon Grace. Dean Weller, son of rapist Michael Weller. Damon and Dean are both profiler's." I point at each in turn. Lizabeth blushes, Madie smirks, and Claire smiles. Jonathan eyes me up and down before smirking too. Dean and Damon glare silently at me. "I also know that while The FBA, didn't get enough evidence to catch Mr. Weller, I did. That was why they took my stuff." I glance at the man. I smile at the woman, bit trusting her, but she smiles anyway, not understanding why I smile. "Anything you want to know about me?" I ask the teenagers. "Who are you and what is your speciality?" Madie asks, glancing at the boys. "As long as the FBA stays down here, I don't mind showing you. . ." --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- My speciality, I am a hacker. I can hack the FBI, or as I call them, the FBA (A stands for Assholes). My mother is a murderer, and my father was recently sent to Zeus knows where to get information for the government, LEGALLY. Apparently he's better, but what will happen when he's charged with murdering the President of America??? READ TO FIND OUT #878 in HORROR