I would like to start by apologizing to anyone who actually does live in Alaska. While I have been lucky enough to visit your beautiful state several times, I am by no means an expert. I know I have taken some liberties with the geography of the area. Any other errors in misrepresenting your lifestyle are strictly unintentional.
This was written in response to a "What did you do on your summer vacation?" challenge.
In the FBI Building in Quantico, Virginia, SSA David Rossi, dressed in his usual well-tailored navy blazer and jeans, was standing in the middle of Section Chief Erin Strauss' office, glaring at her.
"So, Erin, you just threw him under the bus! After all his years of hard work and dedication, you decided he was expendable. Or, do you see this as another opportunity to advance your own career?" he questioned, obviously disgusted with her.
"You don't understand the situation, Dave," Chief Straus was quick to defend her actions. "I had no choice."
"Oh, I understand your version of the situation, Erin," Rossi replied. "And, I don't like it. You always have a choice." His cell phone buzzed and he checked the screen. "Now, if you will excuse me, we have a case."
