-Chapter Thirteen-
He wondered silently to himself; should he acquire his item now, at this present moment in time, or allow its owner's a tad bit longer to idly ignore its contributions to their lives?
He sighed, exasperated by his own indecisiveness. He took a moment to look with more detail at the large, glass doors that were continuing to open and close, what should he do?
'I think I'll play a game,' he decided as he stepped off the side walk and made his way quickly across the road and through the doors, quickly dodging a young child and mother as they hurried out of the doors; the child sporting a bandage on its head.
He walked with a purposeful gait, his eyes never straying to follow others; he had no need to watch them for he saw them all for the blind beings that they are. He made his way down towards the coroner's office, nodding to a security guard and saying in a falsely cheery voice, "Fancy making a new guy do the rush hour shift in this weather aye?"
The security guard laughed and replied, "Better you than me mate," before continuing on in the opposite direction.
He smiled at the guard's obvious ignorance and made his way into the coroner's office and looked in the closet; he picked out a white lab coat that made him look more like a doctor than he would have guessed.
He stepped out of the office and silently made his way up to the fourth floor, in search of his item... of his belonging.
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JJ – who was driving – and Prentiss – who was in the passenger seat – were silent as JJ turned onto the access ramp for the shopping center parking lot. She drove all the way up to the open view parking lot, pulling up just beside the SUV that Hotch was standing beside.
Prentiss jumped out, as did JJ, and they both made their way over to Hotch. Hotch turned to look at them with a frown and said, in his usual tone, "The bomb's been diffused. There's a transmitter on it that's already transmitting. Morgan's called Garcia to see if she can trace it. The next clue is in the SUV."
JJ nodded and said, "I'll go back to the precinct and have all the police officers ready for when we all get back so we can give the full profile."
Hotch nodded at her and watched as she returned to the SUV she'd just arrived in and pulled away.
Prentiss looked at Hotch for a moment before saying, "I'll take a look at the clue and see if I can maybe figure it out. If not I'll head straight over to the hospital and let Reid lose on it."
Hotch nodded once again and watched as Prentiss walked away, towards the black SUV that had Morgan and some Bomb Squad guy in front of.
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Reid sighed dejectedly as he flipped through the TV channels trying to find one that spoke English – why most of them were in Spanish and other random languages he'd never know!
When he did finally come to one that spoke English he noted with satisfaction that no bomb had levelled the Shopping Center and instead of reports on 'the massive loss of life' and 'alleged terrorist attacks' there were reports on 'the FBI investigation currently underway' and 'the high police presence in the vicinity of the Shopping Center'.
He closed his eyes in relief as he thought about the close evasion of death and destruction that could have occurred had he not been able to figure out the clue in time... he couldn't live with the guilt of that, knowing that if he'd been just that bit quicker he could have saved lives... no, he wouldn't have been able to live with that at all.
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Prentiss took a look in the SUV and noticed that there was a single, sealed envelope next to the now diffused bomb. She grabbed a pair of latex gloves from a CSI and picked up the note gingerly, her movements soft and her fingers nimble – much like a scientist working on a particle accelerator... delicacy was required.
She very carefully opened the envelope and removed the letter from it, placing the envelope in the gloved hands of another CSI who immediately placed it within an evidence bag.
Then with baited breath she unfolded the letter and looked at its contents in surprise. She read the note, putting her slightly rust linguistic skills to the test and she was shocked to find what it said.
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Привет B.A.U
Я надеюсь, что Вы наслаждались этой игрой пока.
Теперь, на следующий.
Вы имеете три часа, не четыре, достигать следующего местоположения.
Таким образом вот - ваши ключи;
В месте древнего названия
На отдыхающем месте тех, которые давно уводят,
Больше так г. Вилкес и его улица,
Позади большого Дуба и рядом с плачущим Ангелом,
то, где ваш приз ждет.
Лучше всего поспешите теперь, удача.
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Prentiss hurriedly made her way over to Hotch and said to him, "I know where the next bomb is."
Hotch looked at her with a raised eyebrow, surprise evident on his face that she had figured out the next clue, "You're sure?"
"Well, I don't know exactly where it is, but I have translated the message," Prentiss corrected herself quickly, she then proceeded to read the message aloud.
"Hello B.A.U I hope you've enjoyed this game so far. Now, onto the next one. You have three hours, not four, to reach the next location. So here are your clues; In a place of ancient name, On the resting place of those long since gone, More so Mr Wilkes and his street, Behind the great Oak and next to the weeping Angel, Is where your prize awaits. Best hurry now, good luck."