Hey! I forgot to say this in the last chapter, but Happy holiday season to you all! Yay! This must be the longest chapter I've ever done!

Once again, thank you to all that have faved, alerted and specially the reviewers, you really do make me write faster! Here they are...

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Sorry if it becomes a bit confusing in the middle, between he and He, hopefully it's alright.

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Disclaimer: of all the things I've lost, I miss my mind the most :) so I probably don't own CM

"We have reason to believe that we have uncovered a criminal empire that specialises in robberies and is collecting around a million every month." Hotch stated, leaving the assembled officers in the room lost for words.

Prentiss spoke up braking the silence,"Exceptional students are taken, and are trained until either they fail in some sort of way, or when they reach a point were they are ready mentally and physically, with their spirits broken and are completely bound to a UNSUB who will lead them in robberies, gaining large amounts of money."

"There are four of these operations going on at the same time, far from each other so there is less chance of a connection, and officers are being paid off to tamper with evidence, so nothing has been suspected yet." Morgan said.

"These four could be related, or went to the same class in school, been employed in the same business, or lived on the street in childhood. They probably have a meeting every time they change places, to sort out the next location, and to catch up with the others." Rossi continued.

"So far this quartet has run a smooth operation" Reid added. "But our UNSUB is losing control, and has failed at training agents three times in a row, without doing much to cover it up. He is acquiring another captive, immediately after the death of the previous. This is getting him frustrated easily and he's killing at the first sign of downward movement of the trainee" He paused.

"And is moving farther in a downward movement into total sociopathy"

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Anne was following He out to the classroom when she saw him, tumbling down the stairs.

He had scraggly black hair that looked like it had been cut with a craft knife, light grey eyes, and a handsome face. He was quite tall, and muscular, but not overly so that he wouldn't be quick and nimble. She would pick him to be aged between 20 and 25. He reminded her strongly of her cousin, Jaycob, and decided to call him so.

He stood awkwardly on the bottom step, eyeing He nervously who was just standing there, looking at him expectantly.

"I-I'm sorry, I th-thought that you had left" He sighed, shaking his head, while Jaycob stiffened, already knowing what was coming.

He swung so fast that she couldn't attach her eye's properly onto his moving arm. With a great Thwack! His fist connected with Jaycob's cheek, bringing tears to his face and sending him backwards sprawling over the stairs.

"Dismissed" He said curtly and strode out the door, Anne hurried after him with a backwards glance at Jaycob, who looked at her with surprising sadness and sympathy.

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Anne looked at He nervously, this wasn't the way to the paddock, instead, he was heading for a long, narrow concrete building to the right of the main house, that she had never been in before.

When they entered she was met with a scene you would expect to see in a action movie. On the back wall, hanging on brackets, was the biggest arsenal that she had ever seen. There were hunting air rifles, hand guns, double, even triple barrels, and a menacing looking machine gun standing in the corner, she also saw a rack of what looked suspiciously like grenades and knives; firearms in every shape and size that you could think of, with a crate filled with various magazines standing out to the side. It was a sociopath's best dream, and the polices worst nightmare.

In front of the array of weapons stood several shooting stalls kitted out with safety glasses and ear mufflers. At various distances and heights human shaped targets were set up, with red paint highlighting the chest, neck and head and blue paint on the ankles, knees, elbows and hips.

"Are you aware of the date today?" He asked in a sarcastic tone, she had, of course, lost count. When she shook her head he carried on, pacing.

"Today is the sixth of September, ring a bell? It really should you know." With a shock she realised that she was now 16. She had forgotten her own birthday in the chaos that her life had become.

"Now, it would be inexplicably rude of me to ignore such a large occasion" he continued, "Normally you wouldn't have been introduced to weapons training, but for the occasion, I'll allow it." He smiled sardonically at her. "We'll? What do you say? Have you completely forgotten your manners?"

"Th-thank you, s-sir" she managed to stammer.

"Better, now-" he took an air rifle off its bracket, and handed it to her, pulling out a block that she hadn't noticed before. "If you so much as turn towards me with your finger on the trigger, i will fill you up with so many bullets, you'll end up looking like a pin cushion, understand?" He said in a dangerous tone, and she gulped and nodded.

"Right, posture. Stand with your legs apart, side on to the target, always stand side on, you make yourself a smaller target, it also makes it easier to sight. Right, raise the rifle so it fits into your shoulder comfortably," she did so, shaking. "Oh for gods sake stop shaking! You won't be able to hit the side of a house if you keep that up. Pull it across your body, tilt your head to sight down the barrel, don't touch it though! Aim for that one on the left, closest" she carefully locked the cross to the middle of the dummy's chest. "Slow, deep inhale, hold it. Exhale and pull the trigger" she squeezed her finger, and fired. The smell of gunpowder hung in the air and she examined the target.

At least she had hit it, just in the forearm.

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Mayzie sobbed as Anne's birthday bonfire was lit, behind the shrine that had had been assembled, with large framed photo's of her, bright and smiling, plenty of candles and presents that most in the community had bought to remember her.

She felt a heavy hand on her shoulder, and she spun to see who it was. Kevin. Before she could tell him to piss off, she noticed his puffy red eyes and the tears running down his cheeks, he looked like he had cried almost as much as her.

"I-I'm so sorry wh-what I did to her, I was so wrong to tr-treat her like that, I beat mysel up about it every day, and in her place I ask for your forgiveness, even though I know I sure as hell don't deserve it." Once his small speech that he had practised many times, he looked at her pleadingly.

She considered it for a moment then nodded her head vigorously, giving him a hug. "Wait- you have to promise me something," she demanded, and it was his time to nod. "When-when, not if, she comes back, you have to tell her that with as much emotion as you just did, you got that?"

"Agreed"

They stood there for a moment, and started singing quietly, and all assembled joined in.

"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear Anne, happy birthday to you."