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4 MONTHS LATER
The NCIS dodge vehicle in a fast speed of high adrenaline rush races down the neighborhood street on an dark cold winter night tires rolling around the pavement like a spinning wheel going faster inside of the veichle where the front meter rate hits 65 rumbling going on inside the car feeling the car might have hit a rock or hard stoned object the vehicle screeches going farther to the left direction where it passes and cuts by an black truck that blades a loud horn and moved out of the way after the NCIS veichle got in its way blocking the black truck's path
Out of nowhere the lights flash and blink out of nowhere turning red to light yellow to light orange only forming into 2 colors the invisible clearing cloud touches the ground the sound of rumbling heard starting up like a car that is about to start up after the key has been pushed in another vehicle shadowed in the darkness passes by cutting in the path of the black truck who is currently now in 3rd with the veichle mysteriously gaining up to the NCIS vehicle tires rolling around the pavement spinning round and round in circles the front meter hits 60 the white stick radar clicks soundly the shoe stomped down thrown and crushed the pedal moving at a high speed slowly gaining up to the NCIS vehicle the driver goes farther to the left direction spinning the wheel fast in a hurry not being careful.
In the mirror view it shows the same black truck in a normal rate that was cut and budged in by an NCIS 4 side door dodge vehicle driven by an mysterious person and a mysterious vehicle that has came out of the depths of the empty highway and invisible steam of thick fog the vehicle was a truck related to the one it passed and cut by other cars earlier which the mysterious vehicle car nearly was going to put an unknown car up in fiery flames inside of the vehicle the person spins the wheel to the right putting the brakes on leading the vehicle to come to an high pitched screeching halt.
The driver in the black truck that was cut in by 2 speeding vehicles stopped the truck throwing the brakes in releasing his foot from the pedal pushing the seatbelt button where the seatbelt releases away from the driver's chest opening and throwing the car door open jumping out of the truck he steps each feet on the ground he walked near the car that nearly slammed into the side of his own truck he left the lights on since it was pitch black outside dark chilly out he slightly shivered under his breath cold fog blows out of his mouth the fog escaped from his mouth he slowly paces near on foot near the truck driver pacing near the mysterious vehicle that was a mile away from him the light got the better view of what the truck driver actually looked like showing half of his face and the shirt he was wearing right it looked like green plaid shirt.
Inside the car of the mysterious vehicle the shadowed figure laid low in the car the radio station in red letters printed CHANNEL 34.9 above it the time was blocked with an unseen object proven or assumed to be an electronic equipment that was in the way the radio station currently playing slow low pitched violin music calm and silent music in the background the shadowed figure continued to laid low in the car it's back pressed against the car seat the truck driver took slow steps he was about to walk up to the mysterious vehicle all of a sudden shut off the engines, power and the lights were all taken down the truck driver rapidly pounded on the driver side window the sound of thumping coming from the hand and his middle shouting the shadowed driver turns his neck around and stares at the truck driver who bang on the window seeing his mouth clearly moving.
"Hey" the driver shouted banging the front window
The mysterious person continued to stare at the front windshield staring closely to the pitch black darkness outside hearing the sounds of airhorn truck blaring, booming, fire crackling, the sounds of wailing sirens, agony screaming and yelling from the voices of others who were screaming in real agony at the top of their lungs.
The truck driver throws the handle to the back truck opened only to notice something shocking in his own eyes boxes stored together that were labeled in pen he turns the flashlight on only to notice an unknown person moving back and forth laying low on the floor, sudden noise of loud banging coming from the far end corner where the boxes were one falling down dropping lightly to the ground the truck driver turns the flashlight on get a better view it was going to be difficult who the real person really was and why that person was in the truck the white rounded light slowly focuses he can see in the shadow seeing the whole thing right infront of his eyes the white light reflects on the unidentified's person's face blocking it's face viewing away from the flashlight only to have duct tape severely taped around the wrists the light focuses on the duct tape blood drips from it, lower limbs tied with crusted old ropes tied the ankles together in a uncomfortable position, blood dripping down on a metal hard cold floor
2 black unmarked NCIS veichles speeding down on the street of the neighborhood where the apartments are located one hell of an ride the driver pushed the pedal tires rolling around pass by some cars the neighborhood street area the black shoe stomped on the brakes causing the 2nd NCIS veichle to let out an screeching halt 3 car doors spring open 3 team members jumped out of the car one driver side springs open another NCIS member got out of the car in a regular way.
There were 4 members in one unmarked NCIS black veichle who were serious, prepared, and one was worried but tried hard not to worry put a brave face on the 4 NCIS members dressed in bulletproof kelvar vest printed NCIS on the front of their bulletproof vest in white letters also included m16 assault rifles, pistols and flashlights since it was cold pitch black out they had backup flashlights with them connected and secured to the pistol.
The MCRT members all lined up they were prepared to do this they waited for their MCRT leader one member had dark black hair, late 30s, wearing a white shirt, black trousers she looked serious, another member in the middle dark brown hair, close to being into his mid 40s, goatee wearing a blue plaided shirt, light brown pants he also looked serious, another member had gray hair growing in him, wearing rounded glasses he was not an agent but was there to help out he looked worried he tried to put a brave face on.
Their MCRT leader carried out orders to all 3 of the NCIS members and told them where they should go describing the address, section of the apartments in graphic details 2 special agents were taking the upper apartment the leader was ordering the main medical examiner of NCIS to come with him the black haired agent and the main medical examiner looked at each other with one quick smile even in the dark they can get a better look at each other before her and the goatee agent quickly scrambled passing by parked cars pacing near the front door of the apartment.
The MCRT team are about to enter into the apartment complex home the gray/white hair bearded man bashed the front door open with the sole of his shoe he leaded the NCIS team into the apartment that has the lower and upper floors inside one lower leads to downstairs one upper leads to upstairs the black haired agent and goatee agent hurriedly and scrambled quickly down to the lower floors leading to a staircase and trails of ink red shoeprints the black haired agent shifts the flashlight to the ink red shoeprints reflecting on it
After Kasie gained and got facial recognition on the identities of 2 or 3 people who lived in the apartment including a young marine who killed 3 people by slashing their throats the 2nd and 3rd victim were stabbed repeatedly to death as NCIS agents were scanning the areas spreading out with a backup partner of their own if the criminal was armed with a weapon quickly aim it at the NCIS special agents.
Special Agent Timothy McGee and Special Agent Jessica Knight followed the ink shoeprints that leads down to the staircase of a cold empty room heavily focusing their flashlights slowly trailing their shoes gently and slowly passing by rooms 201 to 205 the person Kasie was to finally identify the person, late 20s, brown hair, worked at the apartment home for several other people, manipulated others into getting them actual jobs that got them fired or kicked out he was not a nice man to begin with selling his own chairs online just to get money they had to find the room this criminal was in the rooms consist of 201 to 209.
Special Agent Alden Parker advances entering into the upper floors leading to the upstairs area his shoes bolting on the stairs his hand holding the pistol connected to the flashlight his other hand holding the metal black rail Dr. Jimmy Palmer follows after him silently panting the special agent follows entering into the place that leads to the upper floors of the apartment the doctor follow his boss's trails who makes it setting down one and one foot after the other one his black shoe pressed on the gray rugged carpet ground he looked up to the right than to the left his pupil eyes focused on the numbers of the room that consist rooms 221 to 229 his grip holding tightly to the pistol the doctor crept slowly near him from the view of his glasses he quickly took a look at the room numbers printed on the front door entrance looking back left and right door to door.
Barnes quickly stepped into the room he quickly took a peek out the window viewing the outside of the apartment before closing it again turned around he pounded the table hitting his hand on the table he quickly walked away fast passing by a lamp that fell on a white carpet nearly grabbing his hair but instead he grabbed his ears trying to tear it apart he screamed in frustration he quickly scrambled on one feet to one hand he ran into the pitch black darkness running into his bedroom until coming out he ran into the kitchen opening the drawer he quickly threw his hands in there quickly searching for something.
He kicked his black shoe against the drawer in frustration he yelled "HOW COULD THEY DO THIS TO ME!" before pounding his other fist inside of the drawer he put his teeth against his lip biting it real hard he felt a drip of blood tasting it his eyes started to turn red he pulled out a firearm he grabbed a new magazine handle from his pants pocket he pulled it in securing and connecting the black firearm together he examined it for a moment with his very own eyes.
"BARNES!" He heard excessive pounding on his front apartment door he turned around his eyes focused on the front door that was banging brutally he heard yelling hearing the yelling coming from the outside of his apartment his eardrum heard it he felt the vibration of it as it started to become even more worse every minute his eardrum keep on hearing sounds of pounding loud excessive pounding he can hear fists pounding on the desk brutally and hard nearly made him jump to the point he was going to do something to his eardrums to stop the noises "SHUT UP!"
"SHUT THE HELL UP." He yelled at the top of his lungs
"OPEN THE DOOR." Parker shouted banging on the front door to his apartment
He quickly gets up from the ground scrambling quickly to the living room he hits himself against the wall he started to get easily frustrated he gripped the pistol tightly he threw it against the wall running up to that front door and started to pound on it causing loud echoes of banging outside of the apartment hallway Agent Parker and Dr. Palmer cleared the hallway double check to see if anyone was there Parker went back up against the wall of apartment near the front door he looked across the front door and he scanned the doorknob slowly takes the doorknob clutching and hang on the doorknob while his ears heard a struggle going on raising his shoe up pistol against the door gripped to his hand the other one hanging to the doorknob the sole of his shoe went into striking the door open loud echoing and banging heard.
This loud and echoing booming quickly startled him in surprise or in fear it was unknown he quickly scrambled to the floor slipping on one foot he quickly stands up but failed to his shoe stepped on a black lace his hand touching the seat of a wooden chair his heart beating pacing and faster, chest tightened, his hands and legs acting frantic every time he tried to run he didn't act the right way or calm not even emotionless scattering quickly but his shoes were nearly slipping and squeaking against the surface of the ground he tried to get himself up quickly he snatched the pistol now in his hands holding onto it feeling his hands shaking the pistol rattling coming from the effect of his hands sweat coming down from his forehead he can feel the sweat he can feel his head wet his chest tightens in his lungs
The door slams against the wall his eardrums hearing the rumbling clattering and loud boom Barnes holds the pistol in his gripped hands he slowly puts it against his sweating neck pressing the pistol against his neck Parker lets out his hand he slowly yells no and starts to race near this man his hands gripping with his hands tightly Parker tried to grab the pistol from Barnes who grips his hand tightly to it the grip for the pistol turned into a hard struggle Barnes fingers tries to clutch the half of the pistol the upper one the gray/white bearded agent grips the pistol by the handle where one of his finger is near the trigger Barnes screamed let go in anger and frustration while tears are in his eyes he was still drenched in sweat their eyes stare at each other eye to eye their hands gripping for the pistol willing to take control of it one of their finger draws near the trigger.
All of a sudden a loud booming was heard on one of the special agent's ear mic.
4 MONTHS AGO
Inside of the metal cage barred with wired fences that could hold structure together in one place inside of the square where the loud booming announcer who sounded deep the bell dings he rolled and turn his hand into a ball one more time he gripped his hand into a tight hold striking both fists aiming and punching the stuff inflated bag his knuckles hitting it real hard and battering the punching bag swinging back and forth the metal silver chain holding on the punching bag dangling left and right he was battering and bruising the punching bag with his broad strong hands he did this for almost 30 minutes to 1 hour his head drenched in invisible sweat that ran down to his bare skin face to neck he was letting out he was grunting and panting he was skilled fighter hand to hand combat he mainly used his knuckles to fight with people he strike his fists battering and bruising the flashes of his fist striking faces and jaws.
This man was putting his clothes in the duffel bag stuffing them into the bag his hands pushes them down he throws the black duffel bag down on the floor next to the old lockers there were other men opening their lockers and than slamming it shut some of the men opening their lockers and than slamming it shut some of the men were talking to each other mouths open and moving some changing and putting different clothes on striping out of their gym clothes zippers opening up shirts thrown to the ground lockers slamming shut men stripping out of their clothes except boxers to switching whole new clothing lots of talking all this he could hear going on he puts the clothes into the black duffel bag his hands pushing it down trying to make room for other things he needed it was 7 to 9 weeks wether or not truly unknown ever since the first time he went to the MMA (Mixed Martial Arts)full contact sport involves one on one combat fighting with striking forceful path combat attack including grappling holding the opponent he face before the 2 went up against each other they strike fists at each other his rivalmate blocked his hands the 2 went up to tackle each other down the rivalmate blocked his fist the perfect match for each other the fight went on his fist strikes his nose and mouth getting the upper hand he later got the chance to strike him in the face repeatedly until blood came out he was about to land another fist to the rivalmates face letting out a scream who was coughing out blood moaning and groaning blood pouring out from his nose and mouth he struck his ball of fist at him until the coach had to restrain him away telling him that's enough while the other coach runs quickly into the ring near the rivalmate to see if he was okay coming time near him kneeling down.
"Are you Ruzborough" voice said someone else walked up to him he was using and flexing his muscular veins connected to his arm lifting the 10 pound dumbbell gripped tight and sealed into his bare hands shifting it up and down with 1 hand doing all the work his back leaning on his locker his pupil eyes shifts to the man who is near as the man name Ruzborough quietly in the low tone voice answered "your talking to him" he can see the man was in his 20s look young black mullet 6ft tall black pupil eyes narrow cylinder containing combustible material rolled into thin paper in his mouth his teeth 1 golden his mouth curves up showing his teeth looking closely into the left and right corner of his mouth both with empty filling his sight stares at the split opening in his lip "Are you looking at..." interrupting him and in a stoic tone answering yes without hesitation and eye contact he continue lifting and flexing his muscular veins dumbbell held in hand the man told him his name was Daniel Peterson but mainly he was either called surname Peterson he was kind of new to this whole MMA combat sport experience at first he felt unpleasant emotions that MMA fighting likely to cause pain or threat to the opponents and himself but as he got used to fighting and his coach assisting him training him techniques and methods to use in the fight "I have been here for almost 1 month and 8 days getting used to the training methods and having a coach around him to help me out (laughing quietly) you know my wife said I was more of a foolish person than my own brother" he gave him a deadpan quick stare "My brother was not a very great guy to live with during childhood isn't it ironic he lost his..." he holds up his hand to Peterson in expression save it for later not looking up at him
It was 4 weeks later longer for him he got up early in the morning to do his morning joggings for 2 hours than get back to his home at 4:00am to make coffee from scratching boiling the water pouring the coffee beans waiting for them to boil and melt into liquid at the same time he started to read the newspaper article about MAN SETENCED TO PRISON FOR ANIMAL CRUELTY he wanted to know about the important details and description in the article who this man waz he wanted to know about the important details and description in the article who this man was sentenced to prison for animal cruelty the boiling water interrupted his interest he can hear it was done his hand goes onto the handle it flows over getting into contact with his hand he felt the burning steam hit his backhand gritting his teeth thru the pain
He was watching the live tv reports about the police department with the news reporting about one of the Seattle PD members suspended until further notice he felt nothing inside but seriousness and without showing no signs of emotions or complaining he remained for he watches the news reports the article was still on the Seattle PD member he can hear the audio saying corrupt and madness the brutality he did to the victim or some of his members consider him the suspect he quickly got off the couch 4 fingers and thumb rolled into a ball of fists his bare knuckles visible red bruised he strikes the stuff inflated bag repeatedly again and again hitting it assaulting it real hard and willing to bruise it swinging back and forth almost every minute the metal silver chain dangling left and right like it was the victim with his broad strong hands turning visibly purple to red he did this for 1 hour to 2 hours drenched in sweat panting and breathing heavily his lungs gaining breathtaking sounds he used his bare knuckles fists the knuckles bruising the light shines on him his fist struck a blow to the cheekbones and jawbones the earth shattering glass of impact cracking into pieces blood spills amount of it audience cheering and screaming at him yelling and chanting or booing
He expressed complaint thru his gritted teeth propel the tactical knife thru the wall before clanging to the ground his boots steps near it he picked it up switches off in releasing the pocket knife latching it back there was red liquid coming from his mouth he didn't care about before he spits some on the opponents bare chest who he went up against his face earlier nearly bloodied and uttering hatred for him the trainer he did nothing to him but who told him to calm down he looked at the bloody fighter the trainer pressed his hand against his chest carefully backing him against the wall
The other trainer gray hair and facial hair came into the mens lockers pacing faster on foot
Trainer: What is going on here
"He uh assaulted me in the hallway" the bloody opponent said unable to finish his information his trainer carefully urge him to save his words quietly
He was inside the car ball of bare fists kept pounding something low breaths of groaning heard sound gritting teeth after that he calmly took breaths he uses the small bottle drinking it he was already doing drinking small acohol glass bottle held in his hand taking another round consuming the liquid into his mouth.
The golden retriever paws gently touching the ground the tongue drooling hanging out from the dogs mouth holding his leash tightly the other hand grasping it one hand both hands holding the leash and cane thru the windshield he can see thru the windshield assuming it was animal disabled service pet the owner looking tired and out of breath needed to take a breath he sits down on the grass his golden retriever joins him licking his face his cane next to him the old man couldn't go another mile feeling exhausted with his golden retriever he fed the dog a treat his loyal golden retriever who tastes the treats his hand smoothing the fur "good dog good dog" he shifts the key into the ignition twisting it he starts the engines rumbling inside he pulls the brakes he turns the wheel spinning it drove off in a fast speed the wheel rolling on the cement the liquid splashes all over the right side of the windshield window he pulls the lever pulling the windshield wipers to clean the liquid off the window
The old man started to get up again taking the leash holding it tightly he was walking slowly still tired from all that walking he had with his animal service pet he whistles to the golden retriever following after him listening to his owners orders his shoe feeling the cement in act of movement the paws following with him still staring at the ground the golden retriever seeing if he was alright some sticky substance raising it to a higher position the golden retriever came near the surface of his shoe the nose sniffing it the old man opened his mouth wide starts running the trail of unknown paint stuck to the cement the golden retriever followed after him paws willing to work faster in running.
THUD
his eyes wide both hands covering his mouth he stops he falls backwards to the ground hand pressed against the pavement he screams in fright his cane drops to the ground in slow motion clattering to the floor leading it to roll the golden retriever sharp barking loudly
The driver turns the wheel to follow the screams he can hear the old man screaming and the dog barking spinning the wheel to the left direction he stops the engines never takes the keys out no time exits out of the veichle jumping out of the car running quickly turning the flashlight on he was pacing faster he sees shoeprints stains on the ground he follows the tracks it could lead it to the near area where there was this man laying on the ground head rolling back and forth he was laying on the ground his chest moving he breathing heavily so hard making weird and strange noises he kneels to the ground examining the victim closely dead right into his pupils the flashlight focused on the victim he can see liquid was all over him but it was darker color
The elevator shifts open letting out an low pitch chime the male member wearing his red tie connected to his blue plaid shirt that covered up his bare chest adjusting the blue blazer jacket he steps out of the elevator he advances through the orange filled bullpen moving forward in the headquarters walking near the desk he sits in setting his belongings down on the ground the last months had been the longest tiring cat and mouse chase game to ever happen glad it was finally over into the aftermath of the case his back leaning against the chair still feeling exhausted from that stressful case filled with complete distress and suffering he closed his eyes shut them feeling exhausted and drained out later in the morning he look thru the files and documents he began looking closely into the documents he has been here ever since 5:00am surprisingly its unknown why he came real early later when it came to night he went home for the day time passes on and on clock ticking he was asleep in his bed sleeping near someone who was sleeping soundly it was dark out all of a sudden he was moving and struggling in his sleep his mouth moving muttering no before gasping heavily pressing his hand against his chest quickly looking at his wife still sleeping quickly looking at his wife still sleeping hearing the phone ringing he picks it up quickly getting off the bed he walks into the bathroom inside of the bathroom the light is shining bright he was wearing his clothes from yesterday he pressed the phone to his ear he opens the door he closes it takes his civilian clothes and quickly takes off his night clothes getting dressed in the bathroom quickly he had no time to take a shower or brush his teeth he got dressed into his civilian clothes he ran out the door he rushed into the car started the engines he was already driving.