Chapter 2: #3464
Jake (an FBI Agents) POV
God, when we got the call, my whole department jumped for joy. There they were the six that they had been tracking for five years. I did not know much about the case, considering that I had just been reassigned here, last month. My partner Rick looks at me and sees my confused look. Why would the whole department be going after these six adults? Not even adults, the oldest in the group in only 21.
Then Rick said "These six, are what our department is all about. They only seem young, but trust me, they have enough blood on their hands".
Rick and I quickly left our position to join the rest, at ground zero. Where the six were supposedly surrounded, and would be easy to grab. Rick and I knew we'd be the first to get there, because of our position is only about five minutes away. Rick speeds down the highway like some maniac. The whole time trying to fill me in, on this group. All I could understand, was there was a shooting, that they were aliens, and that they had been killing FBI agents since the 40's. But nothing seemed to make sense. The next thing I know Rick is slamming on the brakes. He looks so giddy, like a young boy in a candy shop. "Were here" he says with a smile on his face. I look at him, and as I get out of the car, I make sure my gun loaded. And then I look up, to see Rick's face, no longer with a smile, but it looked pale and sick. I looked over to were he was staring. And I dropped my gun. There lay the six, that the department has haunted for the last five years, there they lay dead on the pavement. With blood, coming from the mouths, it was obvious that they had not been shot, but yet some how they died. I could hear the police sirens in the background, and as looked at the group of horrified bystanders. I immediately tear my thoughts away from the dead, and start to ask the group there if any had seen what had happened. And the ones who had not I, moved them away from the scene. Rick by this time, had started to pull the witnesses to the side, and started asking questions. Since there was only five of them who had seen what had happened. I went into the car, and pulled out their files, and walked over to them. As I look at them I try to hold down the feeling of throwing up. I knew in my line of work, I'd have to be able to stomach it.
I looked at the first girl, she looked so battered, her eyes were closed, but I looked at the file and found she was Mrs. Isabel Evans Ramirez (aka #3464 according to the FBI). I looked at this her, and I saw she was only 21 years old, she married at the age of 19. And was adopted at the age of six by a Diane and Phillip Evans. There this beautiful women, who could have offered the world so much, there she layed, dead. Her face was bruised, her clothes tattered, her hands were open, and looked as if she was reaching or grabbing something, when she was killed. But her face was turned towards the person next to her.
Here was this boy who was well built, an sturdy looking. I looked for his file, here he was Kyle Valenti(aka #3465), an only child of former Sheriff Jim Valenti of Roswell NM. Here he was only twenty years old. His eyes were open, and they looked fierce, and his whole poise was not of someone who just gave up and died. No what ever happened here. He fought.
The couple next to him was the one that caught my eyes the most. There were these two brunettes, who were holding hands, and facing each other. Both faces, eyes were open and looking at eachother. If it weren't for the blood that trickled out of there mouths, you would think that these two were alive and just staring at one another. They, unlike the other two looked peaceful. I looked at their files, one was a Maxwell Evans (#3460), a brother, son, husband, and believed to be a father. He was only twenty years old. He was the brother to Isabel Evans, and he too was adopted at the age of six by Diane and Phillip Evans. He married at the age of 18 to a Eizabeth Parker Evans. And there she was Mrs. Elizabeth Parker Evans(#3462). She was a wife and daughter. Her parents were Jeff and Nancy Parker, owners of the Crashdown Café. Elizabeth, was an astounding student, and would have gone to Northwestern College if she hadn't married so young, or rather if the FBI hadn't hunted her. This couple, just seemed to be content to die with one another. It was strange to think someone could have that much love for another at their age.
Then the other couple, were laying there on the ground next to each other as well. Both of their eyes were closed, as if trying not to watch the other die. They layed there facing each other. And I looked at their files and the first one I saw was a Maria Deluca(#3463). An only child of an Amy Deluca, Maria too was only 20 years old. Though her file mentioned nothing of her relationship with the other, I could tell by the ring on her finger that they were engaged. The other was a Michael Guerin(#3461). Michael was placed into the foster system at the age of six, and never was adopted. Then at the age of sixteen he was emancipated, and went to live on his own.
I looked at this group again, after knowing there names, and history, and I saw them all dead. Looking at them, they all looked so young, too young to die. I looked over to Rick who was now interviewing the third witness, and I saw that the police had blocked off the scene. I watched as they came up to the scene. I heard them mummer, something about being so young to die. I saw as they put gloves on... and I walked towards them. I showed them my badge, and they asked if I had already ID them. I told them I had. I told them there names. The police wrote it down. I could tell they had questions. But I simply said, they'd better wait till the head of my department came, before they proceeded with anything. The two policemen looked a little confused, and went back to call it in. I saw Rick and headed over to him,
"Rick I am going to call there parents"- I told him. He looked at me like I was crazy.
"You can't Jake!"- He informed me, not like I didn't already know this information.
"Look at them! There parents deserve to know that they died!"- I told Rick as I walked towards the car and towards my cell phone. After getting to the car and turned on my cell phone. And I dialed the first number, I saw in the files..
Jake (an FBI Agents) POV
God, when we got the call, my whole department jumped for joy. There they were the six that they had been tracking for five years. I did not know much about the case, considering that I had just been reassigned here, last month. My partner Rick looks at me and sees my confused look. Why would the whole department be going after these six adults? Not even adults, the oldest in the group in only 21.
Then Rick said "These six, are what our department is all about. They only seem young, but trust me, they have enough blood on their hands".
Rick and I quickly left our position to join the rest, at ground zero. Where the six were supposedly surrounded, and would be easy to grab. Rick and I knew we'd be the first to get there, because of our position is only about five minutes away. Rick speeds down the highway like some maniac. The whole time trying to fill me in, on this group. All I could understand, was there was a shooting, that they were aliens, and that they had been killing FBI agents since the 40's. But nothing seemed to make sense. The next thing I know Rick is slamming on the brakes. He looks so giddy, like a young boy in a candy shop. "Were here" he says with a smile on his face. I look at him, and as I get out of the car, I make sure my gun loaded. And then I look up, to see Rick's face, no longer with a smile, but it looked pale and sick. I looked over to were he was staring. And I dropped my gun. There lay the six, that the department has haunted for the last five years, there they lay dead on the pavement. With blood, coming from the mouths, it was obvious that they had not been shot, but yet some how they died. I could hear the police sirens in the background, and as looked at the group of horrified bystanders. I immediately tear my thoughts away from the dead, and start to ask the group there if any had seen what had happened. And the ones who had not I, moved them away from the scene. Rick by this time, had started to pull the witnesses to the side, and started asking questions. Since there was only five of them who had seen what had happened. I went into the car, and pulled out their files, and walked over to them. As I look at them I try to hold down the feeling of throwing up. I knew in my line of work, I'd have to be able to stomach it.
I looked at the first girl, she looked so battered, her eyes were closed, but I looked at the file and found she was Mrs. Isabel Evans Ramirez (aka #3464 according to the FBI). I looked at this her, and I saw she was only 21 years old, she married at the age of 19. And was adopted at the age of six by a Diane and Phillip Evans. There this beautiful women, who could have offered the world so much, there she layed, dead. Her face was bruised, her clothes tattered, her hands were open, and looked as if she was reaching or grabbing something, when she was killed. But her face was turned towards the person next to her.
Here was this boy who was well built, an sturdy looking. I looked for his file, here he was Kyle Valenti(aka #3465), an only child of former Sheriff Jim Valenti of Roswell NM. Here he was only twenty years old. His eyes were open, and they looked fierce, and his whole poise was not of someone who just gave up and died. No what ever happened here. He fought.
The couple next to him was the one that caught my eyes the most. There were these two brunettes, who were holding hands, and facing each other. Both faces, eyes were open and looking at eachother. If it weren't for the blood that trickled out of there mouths, you would think that these two were alive and just staring at one another. They, unlike the other two looked peaceful. I looked at their files, one was a Maxwell Evans (#3460), a brother, son, husband, and believed to be a father. He was only twenty years old. He was the brother to Isabel Evans, and he too was adopted at the age of six by Diane and Phillip Evans. He married at the age of 18 to a Eizabeth Parker Evans. And there she was Mrs. Elizabeth Parker Evans(#3462). She was a wife and daughter. Her parents were Jeff and Nancy Parker, owners of the Crashdown Café. Elizabeth, was an astounding student, and would have gone to Northwestern College if she hadn't married so young, or rather if the FBI hadn't hunted her. This couple, just seemed to be content to die with one another. It was strange to think someone could have that much love for another at their age.
Then the other couple, were laying there on the ground next to each other as well. Both of their eyes were closed, as if trying not to watch the other die. They layed there facing each other. And I looked at their files and the first one I saw was a Maria Deluca(#3463). An only child of an Amy Deluca, Maria too was only 20 years old. Though her file mentioned nothing of her relationship with the other, I could tell by the ring on her finger that they were engaged. The other was a Michael Guerin(#3461). Michael was placed into the foster system at the age of six, and never was adopted. Then at the age of sixteen he was emancipated, and went to live on his own.
I looked at this group again, after knowing there names, and history, and I saw them all dead. Looking at them, they all looked so young, too young to die. I looked over to Rick who was now interviewing the third witness, and I saw that the police had blocked off the scene. I watched as they came up to the scene. I heard them mummer, something about being so young to die. I saw as they put gloves on... and I walked towards them. I showed them my badge, and they asked if I had already ID them. I told them I had. I told them there names. The police wrote it down. I could tell they had questions. But I simply said, they'd better wait till the head of my department came, before they proceeded with anything. The two policemen looked a little confused, and went back to call it in. I saw Rick and headed over to him,
"Rick I am going to call there parents"- I told him. He looked at me like I was crazy.
"You can't Jake!"- He informed me, not like I didn't already know this information.
"Look at them! There parents deserve to know that they died!"- I told Rick as I walked towards the car and towards my cell phone. After getting to the car and turned on my cell phone. And I dialed the first number, I saw in the files..