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 Posted: Wed Sep 16, 2009 2:54 am
Slowly Bree turns her head to look at DiNardo....and smiles a big toothy evil smile.
"Heh heh heh...." twisted
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Posted: Wed Sep 16, 2009 3:55 pm
*McGinn snickers at the scene, earning a stern glare from Gibson.*
Is anyone here concerned about the bloodthirsty cannibal in the woods? Anyone at all?
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Stitchwork Doll Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Sep 16, 2009 5:28 pm
Bree quickly sobers back to seriousness, but she continues to shoot DiNardo little "sleep with one eye open" grins as they head back to the car.
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Posted: Wed Sep 16, 2009 5:47 pm
*Arriving back at the woods, they're joined by about fifteen SWAT Team members. Gibson heads over to consult with the team commander before addressing those assembled.* By the way, DiNardo... You mention one line by Tommy Lee Jones in The Fugitive, and they're gonna have to send us two more officers.
Two, Boss?
Well, after I shoot you, I assume Jen's going to want to ride in the ambulance.
... Understood, Boss.
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Stitchwork Doll Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Sep 16, 2009 5:58 pm
Bree holds in her giggles....but only just barely.
"Actually, Gibson, I could fix a bullet wound. Then you could shoot him again. It'd be like a shock collar....only with lead."
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Posted: Wed Sep 16, 2009 6:07 pm
Do not tempt me, Miss Landwalker.
*Nervous laughter* He's just kidding, Bree. Right Boss? Right? Hey!
*Gibson ignores him, a small grin spreading over his face. The squad commander approaches them.* Good to meet you, Agent Gibson. I'm Lieutenant Haskill.
*Gibson introduces the team.* Agent McGinn and Miss Landwalker believe they may have encountered the subject last night in the woods. I had Agent Trask work on a sketch of the man we're looking for based on their description, I'd like you to circulate it amongst your men before we begin.
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Stitchwork Doll Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Sep 16, 2009 6:09 pm
"Wait...we're going hunting for this guy?" Far from appearing apprehensive, Bree looks positively effervescent.
"Oooo, I've got just the thing. Let me know when we're ready to start." She drags McGinn over to a nearby tree and sits herself down. "Stand watch, ok? Shake me when they're ready."
She takes a couple of deep breaths and seems to sink into a trance.
Meanwhile, Jenny circulates the sketch she made of the unsub.
He appears to be a tall, thin man of Native American descent. His limbs are lean and strong-looking. Long stringy black hair frames his shoulders. His eyes are wolflike and very intensely yellow (she colored them in with a highlighter). His features are slightly craggy, with a hawk nose and pronounced cheekbones and a jaggedly toothy underbite with jutting canines.
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Posted: Wed Sep 16, 2009 6:53 pm
Looks like the... b*****d love child between Geranimo and the Wolfman.
It's him. Both our team members confirmed it.
We're looking for him or any evidence that might lead him to his whereabouts. This man is extremely dangerous, make sure none of your men approach him alone. In fact, it's probably best if we search in groups of two or three.
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Stitchwork Doll Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Sep 16, 2009 7:16 pm
Meanwhile, Bree's mind's eye is flying through the woods, twisting through the trees, following a hundred deer trails at once, looking for signs of their quarry. She passes over streams, through thickets, and finally catches a glimpse of the Rainmaker, hunched over what looks like leftovers.
She twitches, circling the scene, her breathing growing heavier with the effort of maintaining a steady view of the area, taking in as much detail as she can. As the strain increases, it starts to hurt.
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Posted: Wed Sep 16, 2009 8:01 pm
*McGinn just stares dumbfounded at Bree as her breathing gets heavier. Soon she begins moaning softly... That plus her twitching expression and gently rising and falling bosom brings back images of what he wanted to do to her last night. His face turns a deep cherry red.*
*Staring along with McGinn.* ... I'll have what she's having.
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Stitchwork Doll Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Sep 16, 2009 8:04 pm
She grits her teeth and holds on, circling in closer, despite a threatening migraine. Communing in a tracking capacity is much more difficult here than it is at home.
The Rainmaker turns as if he senses her presence, growling at the surrounding trees.
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Posted: Wed Sep 16, 2009 8:27 pm
*Okay, this isn't a sexy trance anymore. Bree's quite obviously in pain. McGinn is the first one to her, and he shakes her shoulder trying to snap her out of it.* Bree? Bree wake up. Come back to us.
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Stitchwork Doll Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Sep 16, 2009 8:30 pm
Bree snaps back to herself with a gasp, her eyes flying open. Immediately, her head starts throbbing.
"Owwwww....owowowowow....."
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Posted: Wed Sep 16, 2009 8:39 pm
McGinn, there's a bottle of asprin and some water in the car. Go get it. *McGinn nods and heads back to the car. Gibson lets Bree rest against his shoulder.*
Did you see something?
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Stitchwork Doll Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Sep 16, 2009 8:45 pm
"North-northwest, about two miles, in a culvert, there's a little stream and a thicket. He's got a sort of den there. Looks like he brought some leftovers home. Look for a big tree that's broken in the middle, like the top half blew over, that's about a hundred yards away, you can follow the stream from there. Ouch....communing here isn't much fun."
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