A/N: Hey guys! Sorry again! This is hard to write!

For this chapter and for the following: special thanks to my cousin who came up with half the plot of this fic! She's amazing!

I hope you like it!

Enjoy! =]

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Garcia walked into the room with her laptop in her hands. She started talking before she took a seat.

"I just received the results from the autopsies of the dead colonels. Harris doesn't have any other injuries except for the one that killed him but check this out-" she turned the monitor towards her team-mates.

"Wow, there's a lot of burn marks." Morgan said.

Looking at the picture actually his whole upper body was covered in them. Small and oblong.

"What are they from?" Hotch asked.

"The pathologist concluded after some tests that they are bullet marks." Penelope was reading the report on her computer.

"Bullets?" Reid asked.

"Aha." The tech girl nodded.

Nobody said a thing for a few moments.

"Reid, you and Prentiss get to the second crime scene. See what you can find. Anything would help." Hotchner told the two agents.

"Ask around, that might be of use." Rossi added.

Emily and Spence nodded and left the room leaving the others to draw conclusions from what they knew so far. Hopefully there would be something crucial for the case where they were headed.

While the two agents were travelling towards the location of the second crime scene, Garcia found out something else which brought new light to the case. Apparently the same group of operatives was in the 'neighbourhood' when both murders occurred. Sam Jenson and Hotch thought about the possibility that one of these girls was the murderer but it did sound a bit too obvious; plus the girls were trained how not to become a suspect and neither of them would risk killing the leaders of the organisation while they were so close. Anyway, just in case, Hotcher called Reid and asked him to question the girls who were training in those places when the colonels were killed.

Later that day sometime during the afternoon, Reid and Prentiss headed down to the training room. It was a huge space beneath one of the blocks where the all the girls from that department lived. There were specified rings for fighting and it was full of fitness equipment as well as some benches and water containers. There was an exit which led outside to the shooting range. The agents would definitely check it out later on.

They spoke to the 'leaders' in that department. The women were very co-operative and soon enough all the girls that were at the towns where the men were murdered were lined up and waiting to be questioned.

Reid and Emily knew better than to question them in front of each other so they got a room kindly provided by one of the leaders. In the middle of the exhausting interrogation right after fifth girl trained to be an assassin, the FBI agents had already got the big picture – each an every one of these women would say something against the others. It was though pretty clear that they had no idea what exactly had happened; neither their body language, nor their attitude, nothing indicated "I killed the big boss" and that was it!

After about three hours of listening to total nonsense, bad language and receiving the occasional death glare, the questioning was over and Emily and Spence could finally call Hotch and tell him what the team and Sam already knew: these girls were absolutely innocent; excluding all the things their bosses had made them do for the country's sake.

Thankfully they could finally do some real work and they headed out towards the shooting range.

Everything looked exactly how it should. It was an open space, not very windy, everything was in place. Nobody was training at that particular moment so they could examine the targets as well.

Emily noticed Reid looking at something on the ground. She walked towards him and looked down. As soon as she noticed the sun reflecting into some little hooks in the ground she kneeled down and took a better look.

"Check this out." She said trying to take it out. She wasn't looking at Spence. "Um… they're stuck… I can't take them out."

"Emily," Reid said quietly.

The woman looked up and noticed him looking at the other direction. She stood up. "Oh, God, is that why he had bullet burns all over his body?"

The agents were looking at four hooks hammered into the soil just under one of the targets for the machine guns. If his wrists and legs were tied up and the ropes were attached to the hooks in the ground his body would be spread out in the perfect place.

"This is exactly where the hot bullets would land. The trajectory of the bullets coincides. They are bouncing off this material, similar to caoutchouc, which stops them. It doesn't let them penetrate neither ricochet to a big distance, as it catches the vibrations from the bullet. It is placed right here behind the colourful target." Reid explained.

"O-okay." Emily just nodded not even trying to hide her stare. In a moment she said, "But look at this." She kneeled down next to the hooks again. "It's pointing inwards, which means-"

"He could have escaped anytime." Reid finished the sentence for her.

"Precisely."

"So why would he stay? Masochism?" Spence asked.

"Don't know." Emily looked around. There was something bothering her but she wasn't sure what it was.

They went back inside the building and to the offices. After they talked to the leaders and thanked them for the co-operation the agents went out of the "assassins' land" and into their rented car. Reid reported to Hotch. The unit chief and the rest of the BAU along with agent Jenson found Emily's and Spence's discoveries quite intriguing.

Aaron gave the agents permission to stay in a not very expensive hotel somewhere close to where they were at that moment. It was indeed late and the chief knew that there was no point in making them travel all the way back that night; they won't be able to work after that anyway.

And so Prentiss and Reid found a small hotel close to the city centre where they would get some sleep and maybe a bit of time to think about the case.