Chapter 2! More Dane, and a few others.
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Hotch started dividing assignments up. "Gideon, Prentiss, JJ, you go to the hospital and try to interview the victims. Morgan, Elle and I will go to Icarus Flight and talk to the manager. Det. Irving? Can I trust you to call us if you get any new info?"
"Yes sir." Irving turned to leave. Everyone froze when they heard the sound of a bell ringing violently.
"What's that?" Irving looked at JJ amused.
"That is the bell system. It was originally designed to discourage some of the local thieves. Now it's used as a test, get in and out without ringing a bell and you win. All the locals know about it which means that it's either a newbie or someone's pissed off." Irving explained. He walked into the hallway ignoring the various bells that signaled the progression of the unknown person.
They came face to face with a rather dirty teen about 5'3" with dirty blonde hair and cobalt eyes. Det. Irving halted and stared at the boy with raised eyebrows.
"Where are they?" The question was asked violently, abruptly, desperately; as if he was scared or afraid of the answer.
"Where are who? We only have Iona in any of the cells." The answer was calm and collected. It was also obviously not the answer the boy wanted.
"What do you mean they aren't here? He couldn't have gotten them!" The question was desperate, pleading, actively looking for a better answer.
"Why are only you here? I would have thought your more thoughtful halves would be with you. Unless they are who you are looking for?" Hotch observed the desperate, nervous tick the boy had; the continuous rotation of a purple bracelet. Whatever the significance of the color it was connected to the people he was looking for.
"They were coming back from the one job that I don't have with them today and then this happened." The boy held up the bracelet he had been fiddling with. It was one of many, and a great number of the bracelets were orange. Irving seemed to know the significance of the colors; he raised an eyebrow at the boy.
"Just because they aren't actively playing with their bracelets is no cause for alarm you know." The boy rolled his eyes in annoyance.
"Purple, in case you've forgotten, means that they are not moving and have not been for at least two hours. That means they've been missing for over two freakin' hours! I also found their coms on their route home. One had the S.O.S beacon on when I got there, but the jammer I found near by kept it from actually broadcasting to anyone. Now do you think it's still a prank?" The boy's contemptuous comment at the end spoke a volume of things to the profiling team. The boy had been slighted by the police before, he did not trust them to help anymore; He had also been accused of something and framed. It was written in how he spoke, and how he held himself.
"Can whatever transmitters are in those bracelets be tracked by an outside source?" Morgan asked, a tentative idea forming in his mind.
"Possibly. Not likely." The boy ran a hand through his hair and held on to it near the back of his neck. "Probably not. Maybe. Depends on if it was Pence or Kail who wrote the program. Or both. I dunno. It's Greek to me. And I can read Greek!" He ran his hands through his hair in several quick agitated motions. He fiddled with his bracelet some more.
Morgan took out his cell, pushing the speed dial for Garcia on his phone. "Goddess Athena of the Wisdom of Quantico, speak mortal and you shall be recognized!"
Morgan chuckled, ignoring the boy's indignant look "Baby girl, I need you to hack a tracking signal on a bunch of homemade tracking bracelets. A pair of kids went missing over here."
"Awww… And here I thought it would be something challenging. Gimme a sec. Whoa." Garcia stopped typing for a second before continuing more rapidly then before. "This program is immensely complex. It could take me hours, my chocolate god, to get anywhere with this thing. Who wrote it? I want to meet them."
"One of the missing kids. We think they may be connected to the case. Could you look them up for me? Their names are…" He looked at the boy for help, extending the phone towards him.
"Pence, or Will Reed, and Kail, or L'Arc Reed. M'name is Dane, or Zai Reed in case you feel like looking me up." The boy said distractedly giving out their gang names and work names.
Morgan held the phone up to his ear again. "Did you get that baby girl?" Garcia made an affirmative noise on the other end, accompanied by more typing.
"I'll call you back when I get more results. This may take a while." Garcia reached over and slapped the phone receiver down.
Emily walked over to the distressed teen and lead him to a chair; he followed without question, staring into space and fiddling with the bracelet, his mouth continuously moving. He suddenly sat up right before the team left the room again.
"The killer, your killer. He's been leaving notes right? And they all start with the words 'Hey Doc,' right? So he knows about them. If he took him not the other one. 'N he can get around, fast and unseen. Not odd at all, blen's right in, right? Invisible Death, that's what we call 'im on the streets…" The boy's eyes had shifted to the cork board with the profile pieces put up. His proper English had deteriorated into the rough cant of street talk rather rapidly.
"Yes that's right. Except that we never found any notes." Hotch said turning to look at the boy.
"Hm. Odd. Well, anydays, He's obvious a nate. Pro'lly lif'ed on the streets. 's lookin' for sum'un specific. 's downright nasty ain't he? Hurt'n all 'em people. He pro'lly forced 'em all. He ain't right in the head. Can't be." Dane said as he stared blankly at the board. "He knows code. He's usin' the old variation. 'ts the signs he's been makin' on their hands. It's the trinity symbol. He 's been tryin' to contac' us. Why ain't none of you never notice?" He pointed to all the pictures of the victim's hands. The police had noticed but hadn't connected it to the street codes.
Morgan looked impressed "You got all that from the board?" The rest of the team looked equally surprised, it had taken them almost a week to get that much information.
Dane snorted. "Nah. We knew most a that afore I came 'ere. No one notices a street rat eh?" His English was improving again. He was distracted by the bracelet again. One side had turned blue again, then started flashing in what the team knew was Morse code. SOS, over and over again.
"Why is it repeating like that?" Elle asked.
"He's testing something. I dunno what. Ma'b the phsycho is im'ersinatin me. Impersonating. S'rry. Sorry. Still workin' on the proper English idea." Dane said often repeating a word he messed up. "It's weird. It's like I've seen this before somewhere. It's familiar. Real familiar. Couldn't tell ya why." He trailed off looking contemplative. It was something important he was sure.
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Pence had woken up from his drugged slumber handcuffed to a car door. He glanced to his left and saw Kail still knocked out and also handcuffed to the other door. A quick glance forward showed someone who looked similar to Dane driving. In fact is not for the clothing he wore, he would of thought it was Dane. Identical twins. Dane had a twin Kuja who had died in captivity when they were held for ransom. What if he hadn't died, could this be Kuja? He grabbed his bracelet, either way this definitely was a good time to send out an SOS. He watched the bracelet of the person he believed was Kuja, it didn't flash. It wasn't Dane. Dane hadn't betrayed them. Pence let go after a minute and drifted into an uneasy slumber as the car continued down the highway.
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Pence had hooked a ride with Morgan, Elle, and Hotch to Icarus Flight. There were police cars everywhere, Downtown cops instead of the North Vegas cops they frequently dealed with. The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end. As he stepped out of the SUV he heard someone cry "That's him! He's the one who took my son! I saw him I swear! He'll kill them! He's done it before and he'll do it again!"
Dane froze. Mrs. Reid, Diana Reid. Pence's mom. How had she gotten out of the sanatorium? She knew his past, she could tell them what he was. With all the police staring at him, guns starting to be pointed at him, he backed up and ran. He lost all persuers in the back streets. It was that day the FBI learned you never chased a street rat in his home territory. You'd never, ever find him until he chose to reveal himself.
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Sorry it took so long. To many ideas. The bracelets are not actually made I think. But I'll put up a color guide next chapter. A bit more about Dane and Kail will be exposed. Still need a beta eternally. Flames will be cherished and loved. As will all other comments. =)!
