Gage sat at his desk looking through some files Walker had given him. They were after a group who was only known as, "The Eliminators". Gage had laughed when he first heard the name, but after just glancing through the files he realized they weren't anybody you wanted to mess with. According to the reports, they were a group who appeared to attack different ethnic groups. They succeeded every time without a shred of evidence to their whereabouts or where they would strike next. And worse, they always left plenty of victims.

"Any luck?" Trivette asked him.

"Not so much," Gage sighed, "the only thing I can pick up is that they seem to attack a group every 15 days, always in the daylight. Besides that, there's not much to go on."

"Wait a minute," Walker, who had just walked into the room, said, "when was there last attack?"

"Let me check," Gage said and flipped through some papers, "oh my God, 15 days ago."

"What are we going to do?" Trivette said, "Where are they headed this time?"

"What are some of the groups they've attacked?" Walker asked.

"Let's see," Trivette said while checking his computer, "a Hindu Temple, an African-American assembly, a Jewish meeting-"

Walker cut him off, "Are most of them large gatherings of minority groups?"

Trivette answered, "No, actually. These guys have also hit common places like a Catholic church."

"That doesn't make any sense what so ever. These guys just randomly attacking different groups!" Gage exclaimed in confusion.

"Maybe not," Walker said while thinking, "what if . . ."

"What if what?" Gage pressed.

"What if," Walker continued, "this group is being hired by different crime bosses to do their dirty work?"

"That, . . . that might just work." Trivette pondered.

"Wait a second," Gage said, "are you saying that criminals are paying these guys money to attack whatever group they hate?"

"I think so." Walker said, this time more confidently.

"So they could be targeting anywhere today?" Trivette said without hope.

"Not necessarily," Walker said, "is there any groups that they haven't hit yet? A group that a criminal might discriminate against."

"The poor?" Gage offered.

Trivette checked his computer and answered, "Nope, they hit a homeless shelter about two months ago."

"Buddhists?" Walker suggested.

"No," Trivette responded, "they got them four months ago."

"Wealthy?" Walker offered.

Trivette raised his eyebrows in doubt, but still checked his computer and said,

"What do you know, they've hit wealthy. That's unexpected. But it also knocks them off the list."

The continued offering different groups for about twenty minutes when suddenly an idea popped into Gage's head.

"How could I be so stupid not to think of something so obvious?!" Gage thought to himself.

"How about women?" Gage asked.

Trivette checked his computer, opening his mouth, expecting to say no, but then closed it again. He pressed a few buttons on his computer then turned around and said,

"We have a winner! They haven't gone anywhere near women groups!"

"Well then, they're bound to go after them sooner or later. Trivette, can you check if there's any larger gathering today of, at least primarily, women?"

Gage's body suddenly became stiff and cold, his breathing quickened and he had to sit on his hands to hide their shakiness from Walker and Trivette. He remembered Sydney telling him,

"It's pretty much just a get together for all women involved in law enforcement."

"Oh no." Gage whispered.

"Guys," Gage gulped, "I think I know where they're headed."

"Where?" Trivette asked.

"The Women Law Enforcement Convention, Syd's in trouble."

Walker could see Gage's worry and told him,

"Relax, they may not be heading there. Trivette, are there any other assemblies of women today?"

Trivette answered with a slight crack in his voice, "No. Well, maybe they're not going after women today."

"Gage, call Sydney." Walker commanded.

Gage nodded, trying to keep his cool as he pressed the buttons on his phone

"Relax," he thought to himself, "they might not even be where Syd is. And even if they are, Sydney can take care of herself. Forget that there are nearly no survivors after their attacks, she'll be fine. Or not."

After what seemed like an eternity, Gage heard Syd's phone start to ring.