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Special Agent Luke Hitch

"Jonathon Genovese is under arrest, he just doesn't know it yet."

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a character in “In Mafia Vita”, as played by Bromander Shepard



The Muscle


Full Name:| Special Agent Lucas Hitch
Nicknames:| Most people either call him Luke, Hitch or agent.
Age:| 40
Gender:| Male
Orientation:| Straight
Originally From:| Born on the island of Somoa located in the South Pacific Ocean. At six his family moved to Kansas and Luke lived there ever since until he enlisted.
Currently Living:| Upper East Side
Occupation:| Lucas Hicks is a Special Agent for the Federal Bureau of Investigation recently added to the organized crime task force with a mandate to take down known mafia head Jonahthon Genovese. He is the sword arm of the investigation. As Tactical Leader it will be Agent Hitch's job to make the majority of the actual arrests in this case and be the front line force to challenge the mob. He and his team will be the ones kicking down the doors to get their man. When the FBI bursts in guns drawn it will be Luke leading them against Jonahthon and his men.

Special Agent Luke Hitch is a man who takes his job very seriously. He more than likes what he does it is a part of him, it defines him. He is an FBI agent to the core and that's all he knows. As such he has trimmed the fat from his life of anything that does not add to or improve his work performance. He expects his agents to be punctual at all times, this is paramount as a paramilitary operative. When he tells you to be somewhere at 10:00 he means 10:00 not 10:01 not 10:05, 10:00 exactly. He also values dependability and resourcefulness in those around him. If he sends someone out and a mission goes to shit, their ability to adapt, improvise and overcome goes a long way to impress the hard to impress man. Coming from a military background as a US Army Ranger Hitch tends to be neat, clean and efficient in all things and values those qualities in others. Again, a result from his time in the military, those who can follows orders well get good marks in Hitch's book. For the more mundane side of the man Agent Hitch oddly enough has something of a sweet tooth, strange to see a man as intimidating as he is munching away on a lollipop or bubblegum but he's always had an affinity for sweets. He also has a soft spot for animals and has three dogs that travel with him everywhere. In order to build a deeper connection with the canines Luke had all three dogs trained by the Bureau when they were puppies to make them certified field K-9 units. One is a trained bomb sniffing dog, another is a trained drug sniffing dog and the third is trained at tracking people similar to what is used in SAR (Search and Rescue) operations. Possibly his greatest love however is the Law itself. Hitch sees the Law as nearly perfect and unbiased, but above all else fair. When nothing else seems to make sense in the world the law always does and that gives him solace when he's up against the scum of humanity.

Due to his extremely fast paced and intense life style along with his devotion to his profession Luke abhors laziness and those who would rather not deal with issues that are presented to them. They are seen as cowards and not worth his time. Naturally as a law enforcement professional Luke hates criminals in all their varying colors. From gangsters and hitmen to thugs and drug dealers, you break the law you've made a terrible enemy. One thing he can't stand are those trickster individuals, people who physically have no power yet use their mind to device and destroy. People like that set his teeth on edge and make Hitch just want to pummel their face in. Being an atheist Hitch also hates the overly religious or those who run to their faith whenever they're too weak to deal with what life has dealt them. He sees them as ignorant and stupid and would rather not deal with them. The thing that puts a fire in Luke more than anything is the arrogance of criminals who believe themselves above the law. Those overconfident enough to actually think they are untouchable receive the full wrath of Luke Hitch when he comes to take you down, and nothing in this world can stop him when he sets his mind to apprehending a target.


The fear of failure is a big deal for Hicks. He's good at his job, really good but the concept that he'll screw up and lose a man infuriates and scares him. There was a time that it was mainly because he didn't want a black mark on his record. To have a loss next to all those wins. Fortunately Hitch has grown since his early days in the Bureau. He has gained a great love for law and order as concepts and these things are symbols to him. The fear of failing and allowing someone to usurp the things he's sworn to uphold does frighten him greatly.

Due his high impact style of law enforcement there is a significant part of Hitch that fears he may get some innocents killed in the crossfire of his war on crime. Now Luke has ruined lives in the past, broken up marriages, orchestrated hate between children and their parents all to get his man but if in the course of his hunt his devotion mutates into recklessness and ends up getting innocents killed is something that could really get to the big man. It is for that very reason that Hitch is so obsessive about ensuring that his orders are followed out to the letter and everything is planned for ahead of time to ensure things like that do not happen but nothing is guaranteed in war and Luke knows that.

Finally his greatest fear is also his greatest love, the law. There is a deep dark part of Hitch that is terrified that the law will be misused and turned into something ugly and as a result turn Hitch into the very thing he's been fighting against. He knows the law has its faults and while he may only see a few in the system they are still there. The plethora of legal loopholes for example aggravates Hitch to no end. The fact that the law can be turned into a weapon in the hands of the corrupt, forcing Luke to compromise his ideals to uphold the law is something he is just not ready to deal with.

Secrets:| Hitch has one secret, one truth that he has carried the majority of his adult life. One secret that looms over his past from his days in the military. On a mission in Uganda, Hitch's superior officer had gotten their face slashed with a bit of broken glass by a villager after attempting to rape her. The young Luke Hitch was a proud American soldier and had always followed orders without question but when his CO ordered in a rage for his squad to open fire on the civilians stating that they were insurgents despite no evidence to corroborate his claim Hitch was caught with a conflict of faith. To his eternal regret he opened fire along with his squad and wiped out a village of fifty people. The sounds of their screams and the stench of their bodies haunts him to this day. His actions that day were the only dark part of his time in the military and despite the fact that entire event was covered up and forgotten hes never told anyone about it.

Hobbies:| Hitch doesn't have much free time and spends nearly all of his waking hours working. When he does get a bit of time he enjoys spending it with his dogs, working out, being at the shooting range and cooking oddly enough.
Talents:| His time in the military and additional training he received in the FBI has forged Hitch into a expert marksman with most fire arms. He is also extremely albeit brutally gifted in CQC. He is known to beat many of his targets into submission should they attempt to resist arrest. Luke also has an gifted tactical mind, able to plan and devise a strategy to deal with almost any situation. His skill at tracking and apprehending a target has become something of a legend within the Bureau.
Deficits:| On the job Luke can be like a pit bull with a bone. He's relentless and tenacious but that can also be a huge weakness, unwilling to accept defeat he can be so driven to get his man he could very well make a mistake in order to catch a target.
Weapons:| Special Agent Lucas Hitch has every weapon imaginable available to him through the federal government but is known to always have these next few weapons close at hand.

The Smith & Wesson Model 629 is Luke's sidearm of choice. A .44 caliber revolver with enough stopping power to drop an ox this weapon features a number of special customizations including a weighted barrel to reduce recoil, match-grade trigger, and accessory rails for mounting optics. This cannon is always strapped at Luke's side.

His preferred rifle is the Colt M4A1. With an M26 Modular Accessory Shotgun System attached to it and a C-More red dot sight, the shotgun attachment can be removed in lieu of a M203 grenade launcher load out. Hitch is known to always have this rifle in his truck.

Beyond these weapons Hitch has access to anything and everything one could imagine, provided for him by the FBI. From shotguns to sub machine guns, RPG's to sniper rifles it's all just a phone call away for Hitch and his men.

Personality:| Unlike most agents and law enforcement officers Hitch refuses to handle the mob with kid gloves the way most government agencies due in order to avoid a fire fight. In fact he dares them to pull on him. He takes the fight to their doorstep and makes it personal fast. He hits his targets hard and knows everywhere they're weak. The way he sees it if your names hits his desk your ass is his, he doesn't really care if you're some two bit thug or the head of a crime family. You break the law he takes you down, simple as that. His mandate is to take down Jonahthon Genovese which means he doesn't really care if the rest of the family gets off as long as he takes down Jonah. He will attempt to turn many of the family members by leveraging the things they love most against them. Loved ones and kids are more than acceptable means to achieve his goal as far as he's concerned. Hanging someone out to look like a rat is also a tried and true tactic he'd likely employ.

He is relentless and unforgiving when he's pursuing a target and his attitude toward them is as they are the only thing in the world he cares about. He hounds his targets incessantly until he takes them down. He is methodical, precise, brutal and efficient. When up against a threat that no one can overcome, he does. He is easily one of the best agents the FBI has to offer and as such is the worst nightmare of any criminal unlucky enough to have their name hit his desk.


History:| Luke Hitch, tough as nails FBI Special agent whose a new member of the organized crime task force assigned to take down the Genovese. Originally a member of the DSS he was picked up by the bureau for his hard nosed style of fast and aggressive captures of dangerous fugitives. He began his career in the military right out of high school as an Army rifleman before going to special forces as a Ranger. He spent a few years as a US Army Ranger before getting a contract with DSS. With the federal Defense Security Service he made a name for himself pursuing and apprehending some of the FBI's most wanted. It was shortly after that the bureau took him on and made him one of their top agents. He's made a career out of taking on the worst this worlds criminals have to offer and making them beg for mercy.

His last assignment was in Los Angeles completely dismantling the West Coats Crime syndicate. Up against Cartel, street Gangsters, Triads and even Yakuza Hitch battled them all, unafraid and daring them to fight him. They all tried and they all failed. Through viscous raw power he obliterated his opposition and blew the case wide open. Thanks to him LA sleeps a little safer now that the big names in organized crime are all either in prison or in the ground. It was not long after his convictions went through that the FBI tasked him with doing the same to Jonahthon Genovese on the East Coast.

Miscellaneous:| Special Agent Luke Hitch drives this beast, a Armet Gurkha F5. A cross between a tank, APC and an SUV this thing can bash through walls, take RPG's and chase down a fleeing vehicle all without breaking a swat.

Hitch also has three dogs. Sarge, is the tracker out of the three, trainsed in search and rescue yet is often used to track fugitives. Duke, is the bomb sniffing dog. Rare for a Rottie but Duke has shown an aptitude for the work.Gunner is a trained drug sniffing dog, again an rare breed for a job usually reserved for hounds but like Duke Gunner has picke dup on the work well and is an asset to have around. All three dogs are fiercely loyal to Hitch and have fought at his side against those foolish enough to try and attack their pack leader while they're around. When not at work however all three are sweethearts.

So begins...

Special Agent Luke Hitch's Story

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Character Portrait: Jess Garcia Character Portrait: Special Agent Luke Hitch
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The roaring engines of the three SUV's growled as they came to an abrupt stop in front of their destination. A seemingly unremarkable business office in Manhattan but in truth this was the field office of the FBI's organized crime task force led by Agent Liaison Jessica Garcia. At the moment her new partner whom she had yet to meet had stepped out of his massive armored vehicle with his trademark all business attitude. Special Agent Luke Hitch marched in a fast, even pace with his six man team of federal commandos close behind. He made his way in and was up the elevator in seconds on his way to the floor where his new partner's personal office was held. Throughout the ride he was impatient and silent as he watched the numbers rise on the read out above the door.

With the ding that sounded signaling he had reached his floor he marched out with purpose, his eyes already scanning the office for Garcia. He'd already shown his badge downstairs at the front desk to the security guard yet now he stood before the desk of a pencil necked, hundred pound secretary who looked like he had only just gotten out of college.

"Can I help yo-"

"Where is Agent Jessica Garcia?"

The young man blinked at the suddenness of rough question and the rudeness at being interrupted.

"E-excuse me?"

Hitch locked his gaze on the tiny man, his jaw tensing in impatience.

"You got a hearing problem son?

The secretary was already looking a bit shaken from the intimidating encounter.

"N-no sir I just-"

"Let me make this easy for you..."

Hitch said taking a step in and looming over the man seated at his desk.

"I am Special Agent Luke Hitch, the new Tactical leader for this OP. I need to speak to your boss right now."

He said as he pointed to the badge hanging off his neck. The skinny secretary was sweating now as a few of the other people who worked in the office had turned to look at the dangerous looking team of commandos standing in the lobby.

"Y-yes s-sir it's just... s-she's not here sir. S-she's out."

Luke couldn't help but let his fist clench and unclench in frustration as he leaned down and put his hands on his desk, all the while staring a hole through this tiny, tiny man.

"Define... out."

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Character Portrait: Jess Garcia Character Portrait: Charlee Shaee Genovese Character Portrait: Lincoln Genovese Character Portrait: Dylan Genovese Character Portrait: Special Agent Luke Hitch
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A voice suddenly spoke in Jess's earpiece. She'd forgotten that she had put it in before leaving the office. Her superiors in the office had a direct connection to it. She had to try hard not to jump. "Uh, Jess? There's a guy here demanding to see you. He's scaring the office workers. What do we tell him? He's FBI, anyway, judging by the heavy weaponry and the quite authentic looking badge." Jess had to try hard not to swear. She wasn't sure how to reply. If she just started talking, she'd be thrown out on the grounds of insanity. If she tried to cover her mouth, she'd only have one hand to hold the tray with. Which was freaking heavy.

She hoped for the best as she muttered under her breath, "Who is he?" It appeared her microphone was sensitive enough to pick her up, as the reply came in her ear. "He claims to be Special Agent Luke Hitch, new tactical leader." She thought for a moment, before mentally cringing. She knew that he was supposed to be arriving sometime soon, just... not this soon. "Yeah. Um, tell him where I am. And please warn him about scaring the office workers."

FBI Organised Crime Headquarters

"Agent Hitch?" The man who had just been speaking with Jess emerged from his office. "I'm Agent Murdock. I work with Agent Garcia. She asked me to inform you of her whereabouts at this present moment in time. Please, step into her office. It's possibly the most secure room in the office."

"She's at the Genovese gala. I assure you, she is armed and disguised to prevent recognition. I saw her disguise myself, it should be sufficient. She also has contact with us through a headset and hidden microphone." He held up the headset to assure the... much larger man that it wouldn't be seen. It was shaped similarly to those hidden hearing aids. "It connects wirelessly to a microphone. We are aiming to get her out as soon as possible."


Dylan grinned as Linc approached. "Did I miss anything?" His older brother asked. "Not much. I think there was a mishap involving a tray of champagne in the kitchens a little while ago. I don't know, I was upstairs. But there was quite a lot of glass around and a liquid on the floor that definitely smelt like champagne." Dylan had only been two when they had been kidnapped, but he could vaguely remember Lincoln telling him that everything would be okay. That was the kind of thing that Dylan always remembered and would hopefully always remember, no matter what his brother did.

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Character Portrait: Jonathon Genovese Character Portrait: Jess Garcia Character Portrait: Theodore Kinlan Character Portrait: Special Agent Luke Hitch
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"Agent Hitch? I'm Agent Murdock. I work with Agent Garcia. She asked me to inform you of her whereabouts at this present moment in time. Please, step into her office. It's possibly the most secure room in the office. She's at the Genovese gala. I assure you, she is armed and disguised to prevent recognition. I saw her disguise myself, it should be sufficient. She also has contact with us through a headset and hidden microphone. It connects wirelessly to a microphone. We are aiming to get her out as soon as possible."

HItch turned to look at Agent Murdock. He arched an eyebrow, displeasure playing across the man's hard features. When he finished his explanation Hitch spoke to his men while never taking his eyes off Murdock.

"Take five ladies."

Luke ordered as he made his way after Murdock into Garcia's office. The room had a professional yet lived in appearance. A few papers were strewn about the desk, pointing towards the liaison busy work life. On the wall across from her large oaken desk were several framed accolades, a testament to her hard work ethic and academic proficiency. Murdock made his way toward the desk to casually sit on the edge of the large desk.

"You can have a seat."

Murdock said politely. Agent Hitch stepped into the center of the room, just behind the two leanther chairs seated in front of Garcia's desk where Murdock had just offered him a seat and adressed the agent as he completely ignored the offer.

"So you're telling me that your department chief is undercover in The Genovese mansion solo on an unsanctioned OP and what you tell me is that you're aiming to get her out soon?"

Agent Hitch was no pleased, not pleased at all. Not only was his new partner mia but she's had took it upon herself to infilitrate the enemy stronghold for what reasons only known to her without say so from the bureau.Hitch eyeballed murdock as he took a step towards him, his patience running dangerously thin.

"You wanna move up the time table on that evac Agent? You've been working this case no doubt longer than I have but you seem to have forgotten who you're dealing with. Let me tell you about just whose house your boss is sneaking around in by herself. Jonathon Genovese is a known murderer and mafia king pin. Blood, bullets, torture, thats this guys style. This is the same man that nearly killed a 22 year old kid who your office had sent as an informant. The same man that I'd be willing to bet my truck that was responsible for the recent death of FBI handler Frank Karpathy and then covered it up to look like an explosion. Now I don't care what she's doing in that house because whatever it is it's off the books which means its inadmissible in court. If we can't use it to take down Genovese it's not worth the risk so I suggest you get her out of there before I do. I'm not having anymore federal officers getting killed becuase of this asshole."

The setting changes from manhattan-new-york to Genovese Mansion

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Character Portrait: Jess Garcia Character Portrait: Charlee Shae Genovese Character Portrait: Charlee Shaee Genovese Character Portrait: Lincoln Genovese Character Portrait: Theodore Kinlan Character Portrait: Special Agent Luke Hitch
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FBI Headquarters

Murdock stared at Jess's various certificates on the wall as he tried to think of how to deal with the intimidating man who stood in front of him. "I understand your concern for Agent Garcia. She understands the importance of staying out of Jonathon Genovese's way and getting out as soon as possible. Agent Garcia is also, shall we say, well capable of handling herself." Murdock smiled to himself as he remembered the time she had punched a reporter in the face because he was getting in her way on the way to a crime scene. Everyone in the area had somehow managed to be looking the other way, or so they told the reporter. They had all preferred Jess to that asshole. That was long before her liaison days. "We would contact her, but it's too risky. We have people monitoring the situation in the mansion, and if anything starts to go wrong, she can get out." A message beeped on the computer. He stepped behind the desk and opened it up, frowning.

Genovese Mansion

Jess's tray now appeared to be empty. She had only managed to speak to one of her agents, and it appeared her fortune cookie idea hadn't worked. She made her way back to the kitchen. As she turned into the kitchen, her phone vibrated. She dumped the tray and stepped outside, pulling the phone from the pocket in her skirt. There was a message from Theo.

Get out ASAP. I'm not comfortable with this. Get out.

She trusted Theo's advice. She hadn't a clue as to how he knew what the situation was in the mansion, but it was obviously important. She managed to slip back through the kitchen without being assaulted with another duty. There was one last thing she had to do, though. Kole needed to know. He had assured her he would be there, and she hadn't heard from her other agent. She held her shoes in her hands, knowing she couldn't be stealthy with the heels. She listened for voices as she passed each room. She didn't get halfway down the hall before her phone vibrated. She snatched it from her pocket in an attempt to try and shut it up. Luckily the soft fabric of the skirt pocket muffled it a little, hopefully enough to avoid detection. She opened up the message and read it. Now it was Murdock warning her to get out. She guessed Theo had probably contacted him too. They probably both had a point. Jonathon Genovese could emerge from any of these offices at any point, and she didn't really want to face him without any back-up. Especially because, without doubt, he'd have several of his gorillas with guns with him. And if she was killed, it really wouldn't be good for the team. She stealthily made her way down the hall, slipping her shoes back on before she re-entered the main hall.

She pulled off her glasses and let down her hair. There. She felt more like herself now. The sooner that she got home and washed out this damned hair dye, the better. Her car was parked a few streets away and she unlocked it, sliding into the seat gratefully. She pulled out a disposable phone from the glove box and dialed out Kole's number. As she had hoped, it was turned off and went straight to voicemail.

"Kole. It's Jess. Call me at the office the minute you're free. The minute it's safe enough for you to call me, do so."

She then dialed out another number.

"Special Agent Murdock."

"Murdock, it's me. I got a message from You-Know-Who telling me to get out. I managed to talk to Mick, but it was too risky for me to try and talk to Kole. I left a message on his phone to call me ASAP. I'll be back at the office in a few. I need to go home and change first."

A few minutes later, Jess strode into the office, dressed in a more comfortable outfit. One of the desk workers jumped to his feet. "Special Agent Garcia! There was a man here demanding to see you, called..." She held up a hand as she passed his desk. "Special Agent Luke Hitch, I know. Back to work, Aaron. He's not going to hurt you for not telling him where I was." She reassured him as she headed for her office. She took a deep breath as she opened the door.

A tall, imposing man was standing in the middle of the floor. Murdock was standing behind her desk. She held out a hand to the newcomer. "Special Agent Luke Hitch, I presume. I'm Jess Garcia." She looked over at the man standing behind her desk. "It's okay, Murdock. You can go now." The other man nodded as he left, and Jess took her seat behind the desk, trying to resist the temptation to put her boots on the desk. It wasn't a habit she usually had, but after the heels and the skirt and everything, she felt like she needed to chill. But boots on the desk would appear extremely inappropriate in front of a new co-worker.


He turned to Shae when what she had said registered. "And in response to your question, I don't enjoy myself in social situations. I enjoy myself in my room fixing robots with my headphones in." Although he was using his headphones less and less after what had happened to Theo. He didn't like the thought of not being able to hear gunshots. If anything happened to his family, he didn't want to be the last to know. He didn't know if he could help, seeing as he'd be more likely to hit one of them as opposed to their assailant if he had a gun. He really needed to build a robot to compensate for that. Would mounting a machine gun on a remote control robot be too drastic? Yeah, probably.

He was lost in his plans until Shae spoke again. "So, who's the broad?" Dylan grinned at his brother. "Yeah. Where'd you find this one?" He joked. He did enjoy winding his siblings up.

The setting changes from genovese-mansion to Manhattan, New York

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Character Portrait: Victoria Genovese Character Portrait: Jonathon Genovese Character Portrait: Anthony "Tony" Rizzo Character Portrait: Jess Garcia Character Portrait: Sienna Rose Character Portrait: Nate Hagen Character Portrait: Kole Marinos Character Portrait: Dylan Genovese Character Portrait: Theodore Kinlan Character Portrait: Lydia Arden Character Portrait: Special Agent Luke Hitch
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Theodore Kinlan. The name was clear and boldly printed on the face of his fake ID. The driver’s license from New Hampshire had an outdated photo of him on it, his hair shorter and better kept. He looked happy, smiling to the point that the photographer had allowed him to. It felt like he was looking at a stranger. When he dropped the ID onto the glass top of his desk, the former Genovese techie looked up into a mirror hung on the wall opposite him. His cheeks were sallow and his complexion pale. His eyes were dark, evidence of his recent bout of insomnia. His lips were cracked and his hair was longer. He swallowed then, sighing and turning to his computers, the dual set of monitors up and running. His phone remained face up in front of him, next to the old ID. He knew that Jessica had decided to go undercover into the mansion, something he had been particularly against. She had been to see him the day before, pleased that he was walking unassisted. His physiotherapist had cleared him. He was finally healthy. He could breath without an inhaler. When he had washed up on shore he had had water in his lungs. Three of his ribs were broken, as was his right elbow and left ankle. He had stress fractures in his shins and in two vertebrae. His neck had been torqued and he’d had a severe concussion. How he was alive he didn’t know. No sooner were all the screws in his broken joints and everything else set had he lapse into a violent case of pneumonia. He had been hidden far away from the city all together since the day he had been found. The CIA had in fact been the one to air lift him out. There was no documentation within the FBI that he was alive. Whenever he contacted Jessica his messages self destructed and re-routed themselves endlessly. He was off the map so far as any of them were concerned.

Tonight was the first night that he was back at it. He plied at his keyboard for a moment before setting into hacking, his fingers rushing through the keystrokes at a rapid fire pace. A minute later and he was within the Genovese’s internet provider’s servers. He routed his connection through to the mansion, finding himself at a brutal fire wall within their security channels. He needed eyes within the mansion. He needed to be able to warn Jessica if someone appeared to recognize her or follow her. He checked his phone again then. Quickly then he started again, initiating a program to hack through the firewall. It started and rolls of code automatically scrolled through the window before disappearing and suddenly he was in.

Leaning forward, Theo initiated every camera he had access to. Phones went live, and with two strokes he disabled any sensor light that would show a user their own technology was being used against him. Any phone or laptop using the house’s man network became a camera for him and thirty windows popped up. He transferred them to a second screen, glancing over them before maximizing one in particular. Dylan’s bedroom.

Theo sighed, moving his hand to the mouse while his left tapped in a control algorithm, allowing him to shift the camera mounted on top of Dylan’s monitor. As he peered down he saw the robot that the youth had been working on for months. It was nearly complete, the primary circuit board exposed to his line of sight.

For a moment he paused, looking down at his phone again. Minimizing the window he scanned the others, frowning when he saw no sign of Jessica through any of the possible camera options.

He pulled up his email then, knowing she had her phone with her.

“Gone to eat?” he tapped in, sending it immediately after knowing that the program would cover his tracks. Jessica would know that he wasn't actually asking her about food, but where she was. Then he opened a second window and hesitantly he tapped in Dylan’s email.

“Message from a friend,” he typed first. He knew that the youngest Genovese would likely try to find the source of the email, or worse put someone else knowledgeable about IP address tracking on the task. “Secret,” he added then before concluding, “double check your primary power source on bot. Tell me what you find.”

It was a trust exercise. Nothing dramatic but it was about something Dylan cared about.

The setting changes from manhattan-new-york to Genovese Mansion

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Character Portrait: Victoria Genovese Character Portrait: Jonathon Genovese Character Portrait: Anthony "Tony" Rizzo Character Portrait: Sienna Rose Character Portrait: Nate Hagen Character Portrait: Kole Marinos Character Portrait: Lydia Arden Character Portrait: Special Agent Luke Hitch
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“So help me God,” Victoria prayed silently, watching Sienna touch her arm gingerly to reassure her. Contact had never been a way of doing that. Still, she didn’t shrug away from the woman, knowing she meant well enough. Breathing deeply, Victoria prepared to step forward into the cordoned off dining area to walk through all of the installations before they opened the room up for browsing. Then Sienna’s phone rang and whatever semblance of a smile she held disappeared in an instant. Her eyes glared at the mobile device while Sienna took out an iPhone from her clutch.

“I'm sorry,” she apologized. “I just need to check this, might be something to do with the pieces up for Auction.” Victoria clenched her jaw, forcing herself to sigh again to try and feel less high strung. Could they not have one thing, just one bloody thing, go right this evening? she thought in frustration. She pulled away from Sienna, watching the brunette scroll through a text but not stepping forward to read it herself. She trusted it was related to the evening. If it wasn’t…she didn’t even want to think bout what she would do.

“We have a solution for your Statue problem,” Sienna announced. “The problem I don’t even know about?” Victoria asked, having only heard that a statue seemed to be missing it’s male appendage.

“Mrs. Stanford, who had the accident with Eric Winter's Statue. Well her daughter has offered to purchase it out of Auction. A gesture of good will have you. She's offered to buy it for one hundred thousand dollars. In my opinion Victoria, I think you should accept because honestly although it's the only piece by the Artist here tonight, Eric Winter's work is not what people want any longer. And you probably won't get nowhere as near as much as Mrs Stanford's daughter is offering. You'll be luck to get sixty thousand for it and seeing as it is for charity it would make sense for you to get the best asking price for it, especially now that it's damaged,” Sienna elaborated.

The explanation made the family matriarch purse her lips. She put her left hand on her hip while her right hand moved to pinch the bridge of her nose. She didn’t need to know about this. It seemed like some idiotic detail the party planner could have handled. Hell, Sienna could have left and dealt with it. It was clear that they would get the money from it. That was what mattered. So long as it was out of the room she would be happy. The mocking wouldn’t ensue that she had somehow damaged a one of a kind piece, that her staff were stealing it or whatever the hell else high end socialites wanted to say about her. Sienna took her silence gravely and the brunette prattled on about additional options. Victoria closed her eyes, feeling punished that she had this woman in front of her, forcing her to deal with something so…mundane.

“Of course, the decision is completely up to you,” Sienna concluded, waiting for a moment. Victoria tapped her foot, hearing the rhythm and feeling more present. She dropped her hand and looked at the MET director, her former friend, exasperated at that moment. “Just make her pay for it and take it and get it out. Now. Please. Before anyone sees it. And get rid of Heidi.”

It was at that moment that the two of them were joined by a third. Victoria turned to see a friendly face – Lydia Arden. The family’s doctor and her close friend since arriving in New York smiled.

“Victoria,” Lydia greeted. Victoria smiled weakly at her firned, turning from Sienna and accepting the doctor’s European style kiss on the cheek for a greeting. She had never understood it and she hugged her friend instead. “Thank God, a friend without a problem for me to deal with,” she whispered to Lydia, smiling and huffing out a breath. The tension fled from her shoulders.

“I apologise for interrupting,” Lydia added. “We just finished dealing with a crisis. No harm done,” Victoria shrugged.

“Sienna,” Lydia nodded towards the brunette. They were all familiar with one another, though Victoria was sure that the doctor was just as surprised to see the brunette as much as she was.

“Sienna love, I will leave you to do what needs to be done. No time for a walk through. I trust you to handle any other…issues if they arise. It’s better if I don’t know about these things unless it’s dire,” Victoria said gently, ushering her friend to remedying the statue incident as nicely as she could. “I don’t want to snap on you. I don’t want any of us to snap. You and the MET have done such a lovely job so far.”

For a moment she paused, sipping her champagne. “Do you want me to tell Nathaniel that you’re here?” she added.


Engrossed in his explanation, Kole did not register Jonathon’s reaction until he finished his words. The informant looked up at his adoptive father wearily. He froze the moment Jonah rose to stand, walking around the monolithic desk. Kole stared at the intricate designs carved into the dark wood, his hands twisting in his lap now, his elbows balanced on his knees while he hunched forward. When Jonah approached him then he hastily moved to stand. He lacked the fluidity of the crime boss, fumbling with his jacket before looking up at Jonathon fully. He looked only at him for an instant before averting his gaze to the side. Looking behind him then, Kole noted that even Nathanial was now standing.

Jonathon extended a hand to his shoulder, a move reassuring to many but to Kole it felt like an added weight to his mind. Jonah’s hand was powerful, gripping him and commanding attention. The informant looked at his adoptive father then, fighting to stare into his cold eyes. He couldn’t help but wonder how the man was so ruthless. Kole knew that he would never go back on what he did, that it had been right. It was all justified in his mind only his entire body seemed repulsed by what he had done. His logic was sound. He had acted the way he had to. Moreover he had wanted to do it. It was right to save them, to protect his family and himself. Yet he felt conflicted. It reminded him of a passage in Harry Potter, describing how death shattered the soul. He had never believed in such things until now, when some part of him that he couldn’t describe was in agony.

“You did well, Kole. You managed this situation where many men would’ve panicked, and you have nothing to feel guilty about; he would have taken you down without a second thought. I know this must be difficult for you, and I understand that you feel the way you do, but he’s not worth it. Think of what would have happened had you not done what you did. Any one of us would have done the same thing,” Jonathon commended him. “I know I shouldn’t feel guilty. I know that I did the right thing. I wouldn’t go back on it. But it’s just there in my head. It never leaves me, just like he never leaves me,” Kole replied, swallowing and narrowing his eyes. He was beginning to feel wrong for feeling guilty.

“Your father was not your fault, Kole. There was nothing you could’ve done to help him, and you need to know that,” Jonah countered. “I know that. I hate him. But he’s the only other dead body that I’ve seen die.”

Death was such a funny thing to watch.

"Any idea where the fuck Tony is?" Nate suddenly asked, his language bitter and breaking the tension. Kole stepped back and ran a hand through his hair again, sighing and looking up at the ceiling of the ornate office before sliding back the cuff of his suit jacket to check his watch – a black granite Fossil and gift from Jonathon himself. “I have to be out there now,” Kole noted. “If I’m not Mom will hang me.” The way he spoke about Victoria was gentle and amused. She had only ever briefly been Mrs. Genovese or Victoria to him. She had pushed him to call her Mom as his birth mother had never been that close to him. Initially she had commented that he could call her Mama, her southern accent breaking through. That had been too much and he’d instead referred to her as Mom. “We can talk more tonight? They expect me to stay over,” he asked, referring to his unit and assorted personnel permission for him to stay the night. “They’ll want something, even if it’s small,” he added, knowing that with his position so tenuous he would need to bring some bit of information that the agency could act on. They were hungry to hit the business hard with the failed raid.

“If you want anyone to run into unexpected trouble with the law, you know what to tell me. Also, there’s a new agent within the unit. He’s a nasty one Jonah. You’ll want to read up on him. Lucas Hitch.”

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Special Agent Luke Hitch eyed the FBI's liaison with an impressed stare. She strolled into her office and simissed her second before taking a seat at her desk. She half looked like she was about to throw her feet up on the desk but thought against it. The concept of such a level of comfort would have made the big man smile if he wasn't at work and still rather displeased about the liberal interpretation of procedure shown by Agent Garcia. Hitch made his way to the chairs in front of her desk and finally took a seat.

"I was about to have my team go in hot, you chose a good time to come on back."

Hitch said before allowing his displeasure to pass and be replaced by a more professional respect for his new partner. Despite her willingness to bend the law she showed a fire that was admirable. Throing yourself into the lions den like that was no simple feat and she earned Luke's respect for the action.

"I hear good things about you Garcia, I look forward to working with you. So... did you learn anything valuable on your little field trip?"

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Jess grinned at Hitch. "I'd appreciate if you didn't send a fully armed team into my office. The poor office workers are terrified enough as it is." The grin didn't last long. It was replaced by a different expression, a mix of weariness and frustration. "And I wasn't trying to get information. I'm guessing you heard of Frank Karpathy's accident." She made quote marks in the air with her fingers. "I had to try and tell my agents. Frank was minutes away from finding out who the mole in the operation was. They had to know as soon as possible, for their own safety. I got clearance from my superiors within this department to get myself in there, as long as I got myself out of there as quickly as I could." As she spoke, her phone vibrated in her pocket. She pulled it out, reading Theo's message. "Gone to eat?" She understood the message perfectly. It appeared that he could get into the house's camera system and was wondering about her location.  She opened up her own email and typed a quick message. "Had to get out. Murdock had a gut feeling, and our new tactical leader was scaring the office workers." She sent it, before swivelling back to face Hitch.

She could vividly remember the night she had heard of Theo's death. She had been in the office late yet again, preparing notes for a lecture a friend had asked her to give. She didn't have access to as many case files at her apartment, so she had decided to finish up in her office. The phone had rung, and as was customary to do when a phone rang, she had answered it. Ten minutes later, after she had hung up, she had been swearing loudly, so loudly the office workers had brought in coffee in the hope that they could find out what was wrong. Guilt had plagued her constantly. She had been constantly in and out of meetings, trying to balance managing the case and persuading the superiors that her case was still viable. She hadn't slept in the twenty four hours or so until she had gotten that call. She hadn't slept for approximately another thirty six hours as she had tried to straighten everything out. But relief and determination had gotten her through. She was glad Theo had pulled through. She had been genuinely fond of the techie. And he hadn't estranged himself from her. They had kept in contact, and he had agreed to keep working with her. She had gone to see him yesterday, pleased to see that he was finally walking unaided and was beginning to return to full health. He still wasn't his old self, though. It was probably to be expected, but Jess hated it. She missed Theo's old, bouncy, bubbly, slightly irritating personality and the energy it injected into the room.

"So. If we're going to be working together, there are a few things you need to know about me. I work late a lot. I don't expect you to work the same hours as I do. However, I would appreciate it if you make me go home when I'm here when you leave and I'm still here when you arrive in again. And if I ask for coffee, don't argue. If you're busy, send one of the office workers for it. I get extremely, extremely crabby when my caffeine levels run low. Ask any of the office workers. I've been known to throw stuff at them when I've been particularly stressed and when my caffeine and sugar levels are low." She grinned. "Anything I should know about you?"


Dylan took the phone, his mind already trying how to figure out how to change the text. "It would be much easier if I had my laptop..." He murmured to himself. But his fingers started flying over the keyboard, typing in commands. His brow furrowed in concentration, and he became dead to the world. He started to think in code, and a few tricks that Theo had taught him came to mind. He tried them, and while they didn't solve the problem, they made it one hell of a lot easier to straighten it out. He typed in a few more commands, then smiled in triumph. He handed the phone to Lincoln. "If you want to try out any other colours, just let me know. It's just a matter of changing... Never mind." Dylan couldn't help but think that Theo would have understood what he was about to come out with.

His eyes probed the room, looking for the new techie, Jacqueline Siqueira. He wanted to get to know more about her and was hoping that she, like Theo, could teach him more. He took a mental note of her location. 

His phone buzzed in his pocket. He slipped it out. There was a new email from an unknown address. Instinctively, he would have put it in an isolated folder so it couldn't infect his phone and would have scanned it on his laptop for security risks. But the subject line caught his attention. It read;

"Message from a friend"

He frowned to himself, typing in a short command to try and trace the message. There was a moment's pause, and then an error message popped up. His frown deepened. Theo had taught him that command. Only the most secure networks were protected from the command. Dylan allowed a small grin on his face. Anyone on those networks was a friend of his. But he still wasn't prepared to throw caution to the wind. He typed in a few more commands, ones that he knew should reveal more about the nature of the message. The only one that turned up anything was the mini scan for malware. It showed the message as clean. He still would have preferred to do a full scan on his laptop, but curiosity got the better of him. 

“Secret. Double check your primary power source on bot. Tell me what you find.”

He frowned. He was puzzled as to who exactly had sent the message. Someone who had evidently been into his room, had knowledge about robots, and knew how to avoid his commands. He typed a reply.

"Who is this?"

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Hitch nodded silently without a word as he listened to Garcia. Her casual demeanor mixed with her blatant hatred for the Genovese put a fiery smirk on the face of the Special Agent. She finished with a question of whether or not there was anything about him she needed to know. Luke cleared his throat and leaned in before responding.

"You want to know if there's anything you need to know about me? I like to take my targets down hard and give them no where to run. When there world comes down around them, then I'm happier then a pig in shit. As far as helping you get home to get your beauty sleep you might as well ask someone else because as long as I'm in New York, I don't stop working. My job's not done until Jonathon Genovese is behind bars. I will turn this bastards entire family against him if it means bringing him in. His wife, his kids, his damn great grammy are all fair game as far as I'm concerned."

Hitch's words were fierce and full of passion. It was obvious this man was all business and wouldn't rest until he got his man. Luke got to his feet and stand in front of the desk before leaning on it with his hands.

"Now what have we got on Karpathy's investigation? Any lead on who the mole is?"

Luke's eyebrows furrowed as it seemed he'd almost forgotten something.

"Oh and before I forget don't worry about your sugar levels dropping around me Agent, I've got the same kryptonite."

He said as he fished a handful of jolly ranchers out of his pocket and set them in front of Jess with a friendly smirk.

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"You want to know if there's anything you need to know about me? I like to take my targets down hard and give them no where to run. When there world comes down around them, then I'm happier then a pig in shit. As far as helping you get home to get your beauty sleep you might as well ask someone else because as long as I'm in New York, I don't stop working. My job's not done until Jonathon Genovese is behind bars. I will turn this bastards entire family against him if it means bringing him in. His wife, his kids, his damn great grammy are all fair game as far as I'm concerned." Jess grinned. That grin slipped as he asked about Frank's investigation, then widened as he deposited sweets on her desk. "Oh, Hitch, I think we're going to get along just perfectly."

She handed Hitch a brown paper folder emblazoned with the FBI logo. "That's everything you need to know about the case. I have two suspects. Kole Marinos and... Well, you can see for yourself. I'm pretty sure Ethan, or "Mick", isn't our mole." She ripped open the packet of sweets, popping one in her mouth. "Kole... Well, he fits in a little too well with the Genovese family for my liking. But he's a good agent. And... Unless you've met him, you can't quite understand Kole." Jess couldn't quite word what she meant, but she hoped the information in the file would be enough.


"Problem?" Dylan heard Linc ask. He looked up. "Oh, it's nothing." Just then, Doctor Arden appeared. "Hey, Linc, Dylan." She said, watching Shae closely. "Hey, Doc." Dylan greeted her. He was still puzzled about who the message was from. There was something familiar about the whole thing. It felt like he knew exactly who the sender was, like the name was on the tip of his tongue, but he couldn't get it out.

For some reason, his first encounter with Theo came to mind.

It felt like so long ago. Dylan had been trying to retrieve an early prototype of the robot he was building. Instead of no remote, however, it had been controlled from his laptop. Unfortunately, it had misinterpreted an order and had smashed, going full speed, into a table leg. The table leg had been left intact, luckily enough, but the robot hadn't. It's entire control panel had been smashed. Dylan was trying to locate the wreck. He had passed by the techie and had gotten a glimpse at the techie's laptop screen. Dylan's curious nature had, of course, provoked him to try and get a better look, and ask the inevitable question, "How are you doing that?"

And thus their friendship had begun.

Dylan gave up trying to think of anyone who could have sent him that message. The list was too long. It could be the new Techie, but why didn't just she come over and speak to him? And he was pretty sure that she hadn't left the room to investigate his robot.

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Hitch gave the folder a cursory read through, paging through the information contained within. Marinos had a stench to him Luke didn't like. Garcia was right on the money. The way the paperwork outlined how he gelled with the Genovese was too easy, to perfect. Hitch cleared his throat as his jaw tensed in frustration at the concept of an mole on their end before looking back at his new partner.

"I'm going to do my homework on Marinos but I want to meet him. The sooner the better. Give me a chance to look the man in the eye, judge for myself. If he's your mole I'll sniff him out."

Hitch said before giving Jess a respectful nod and stepping away from her desk.

"Mean time I'm gunna make a few calls. I'm going to be introducing my self to Mr. Genovese shortly, let him know just what kind of world of hurt he's in for. You're more than welcome to join me, promise it'll be a good time in that it will roaylly fuck up that mans day."

He said with a dark smirk before making his way for the exit.

"Call me if you want in Garcia."

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Jess watched as Hitch left her office. "Call me if you want in, Garcia." The temptation was there. She could go with him. Hitch surely wouldn't rat her out if she shot Jonathon Genovese in the face. Or his black heart for that matter. All she needed was to stick her glasses back on and change her clothes. She would be, hopefully, unrecognizable once again. Her sense of caution held her back. It was too risky. Hitch was a big boy. He was responsible for his own actions. The team could function without him, if she was honest. But after losing Frank, if anything happened to her, she wasn't so sure the team could stay together. If conflict didn't rip the team apart, the brass surely would. She swung her boots onto the desk and sighed. She hit the intercom on her desk. "Aaron?" The office worker was quick to respond. "Yes, Agent Garcia?" She leaned back in her chair. "I need coffee. Three sugars, no milk. Go get Starbucks. I'll pay you back." She turned off the intercom and stared at her mobile on the desk. A small smile crossed her lips. She mightn't necessarily be on the front line, but Hitch needed to be monitored. She picked up the phone. "Hitch? I'm not going in there with you, but I'll be able to give you a little back-up. All from the safety of my office, of course. You need to understand, it's far too risky to send both the liaison and the tactical leader in." Her voice took on a mocking tone so he would know that she was joking. She hoped he would understand that they were going to need clearance to send both of them in, clearance they would never get. However, sending just Hitch in... She grinned to herself. If anything went wrong, she wouldn't be dropped in it.

She activated the computer and typed Hitch's mobile number into some tracking software. His co-ordinates appeared along with a map. "I don't suppose you have a headset or microphone on you? Never mind. Just one second-" She got to her feet and opened her door. "SANDERS!" She yelled. The Organized Crime's very own techie stuck his head out of his office. He was no Theodore Kinlan, but she didn't know if Theo could do this from where he was. She gestured towards her office. He rolled his eyes and made his way to her office. "Here's what I need you to do..."


Dylan raised an eyebrow at his sister's unusual behaviour. "I apologize for Shae, Dr. Arden. Every so often she just acts like this, a little out of character." He explained, watching the commotion involving Sienna Rose and his mother over the doctor's shoulder. "I expect you're busy at the moment, especially after the explosion earlier. I saw it on the news." The awkwardness was beginning to kick in, so he decided to play it polite and make small talk. It was times like this when he felt like he was forced to be an adult. While he was more mature than the average teenage boy, he didn't like having to be so formal. All he wanted was to just be able to talk about things that really interested him, like robots and hacking.

When it was time for the auction to begin, he excused himself politely and took his seat at the front of the room. He felt eyes watching him. Not much was known about the third Genovese son, and people were curious. Well, he sure as hell wasn't going to satisfy their curiosity tonight. He smiled at them all, fixing his jacket sleeves and watching as Kole began to speak.


If Dylan was bored earlier, it was nothing compared to now. He had heard nothing from his mysterious contact. The talk of the evening had been art. Dylan had hung around some of the more mechanical sculptures, hoping he could find someone who knew something about engineering. His plan had failed. Everyone who had spoke to him was an art buff or someone hoping to find out some gossip about the Genovese family. He made his way to the dining room for the meal, smiling at everyone and saying hello as he passed them. He took his seat, marveling at his mother's powers of organization once again. He knew that he would never have the patience to organize such an event nor the skill to pull it off so successfully.

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Dreams are a gift, granted to those fortunate enough not to be weighed down by the horrors of their life. Those whose pasts don't haunt them every waking hour like some demonic spirit thirsting for your soul. People who are not like Nathaniel Hagen. Nate hasn't dreamed for years. Nightmares, those he knows well. Hardly a night passes that he is not shot awake in a cold sweat with horrific visions of blood and death. The price for the life he leads. Not everyone in the life is plagued like Nate is mind you, but not everyone in the life has a conscious either.

Yet tonight was different. Tonight he was't a killer, he wasn't a murderer or a thug. Tonight he was just a man, holding onto a woman as the two lost themselves in rhythmic tones in a dark club. They didn't speak much, they didn't need to. The closeness was the subject matter. The music was the topic. Their movements were the words. Their conversation was beautiful.

Nate and Sienna barely realized that hours had passed by and the club was looking to close up soon. They were the only two left on the dance floor. A slow, quiet song still playing and they were in each others arms, her head on his chest as his hands wrapped around her waist. They moved slowly to the beat in a circle, before the sound of the wait staff moving the chairs onto the tables got Nate's attention. Finally he stopped yet to his amazement the dream hadn't ended. Sienna was still there, looking up at him now with those gorgeous gems of eyes staring in wanting. It was clear she didn't want him to stop anymore than he did.

"Looks like they're closing up, beautiful."

Nate said, his right hand running along her arm gently to hold her hand and give it a loving squeeze.


In the FBI's field office Special Agent Luke Hitch pulled into the garage with his massive truck and hopped out with the few men he had taken with him to Agent liaison Jess Garcia's office. The meeting went well, Luke liked Garcia. SHe was tough, determined and smart. The kind of agent he didn't have to worry about getting bought off or bullied by the big bad gangsters. She would be a valuable partner. Luke had yet to meet her undercovers not to mention Marinos but he had the files on them, he'd do his homework. Tonight however was not the night for that homework, tonight he was going to make a few calls. He was about to light a fire under Jonathon Genovese's ass.

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After Sanders had set up her computer, ready to monitor Hitch, Aaron appeared. "Your coffee, Agent Garcia." He said, depositing the cup on the desk. She grinned, picking it up as she headed out of the office. "I'll be in the gun range if anyone wants me, Aaron." She called. Aaron watched as she left. Guns and coffee. You'd know Agent Garcia was stressed.


Jess lowered her handgun, grinning. It had been too long since she had been out in the field, able to fire her gun at her own will. Some days, when the paperwork was piling high and the case wasn't going so well, she regretted taking on the position of liaison. She missed being able to pull her weapon on the job without having to worry about scaring the office workers or a journalist. She loved working on the Genovese case, but that damn bastard was too careful. The closest she had come to actually being in the field was waiting for the SWAT team after they had searched the restaurant.

Her handgun wasn't venting enough frustration. She slotted it back into her holster and turned around, pulling off her ear protection. She was faced with such a variety of weapons. Her eyes settled on a M15 rifle and she grinned, picking it up. She slotted in a round of ammunition and lifted the rifle, settling the end against her shoulder. She let it drop to her side and strode over to the targets, setting the ear muffs back over her ears. She lifted the rifle back to it's former position and aimed, squeezing the trigger. The bullet pierced the target straight through the heart.

She repeated this a few times, the bullet varying from a headshot to piercing the heart. Sometimes she worried that she was losing her touch- that her place was behind a desk. That was one of the reasons she had put herself forward to go into the gala. She wanted to remind herself that she could handle field work. She wasn't sure if she had proved it to herself. Sure, her aim hadn't deteriorated since the day she had first picked up a handgun in police academy. But she knew it would be different when it was a real person. Someone who had thoughts, emotions, feelings... Jonathon Genovese was still fine to shoot, then.

She fired the rifle one final time, the bullet piercing the target between the eyes. She put down the rifle and pulled off her earmuffs. "Nice shot, Agent Garcia." She turned around. Someone she vaguely recognized as one of the brass of the Organised Crime Unit was standing a safe distance behind her. "Thank you, sir." She replied, setting down the ear muffs. "You miss the field, don't you?" He asked, staring at the battered target. "I do, sir." She didn't look him in the face. "You make a great liaison, Agent Garcia. Don't doubt that." She glanced up. "Anyway, we've had the press hounding us about the raid. We want you to make a statement first thing in the morning. Get yourself together, figure out what you're going to say to them. We've scheduled the press conference for nine in the morning." She nodded and didn't say a word as he left. She then shoved another round into the gun and turned around, not bothering with the ear protection. She fired it, the bullet adding to the holes in the head of the target.


“Your girlfriend replied yet?” Lincoln asked, a teasing grin on his face. Dylan turned around to face him, raising an eyebrow. "Shut it or I'll change the text on your phone to yellow text on a white background." He retorted, grinning at his brother.


Almost everyone had gone at this point. He was sure he wouldn't be missed now- and his mother was nowhere to be seen to catch him out. He darted upstairs to his room, not bothering to lock the door. He threw his jacket onto his bed and slid into his seat, lifting his robot onto the desk. He carefully moved the circuit board, and investigated the power connections. It was primarily powered by light. Dylan had managed to track down plans for super-powerful solar panels used by NASA. Once he had the plans, it had been a simple matter to build them. The robot charged whenever it was exposed to light and not in use. If there was sufficient light when it was running, it was able to function perfectly from the solar panels. If the light wasn't sufficient, it ran off of battery power. He carefully probed the wiring. It appeared that one of the wires was touching a contact on one of the minor chips. If he hadn't noticed it, it was possible the whole bot could have malfunctioned, running into a table leg again.

He probed around a little more, looking for more issues with the wiring. He then fired up his laptop, for some reason looking at the webcam he had mounted on the top of the screen. The laptop was top of the range, designed for hackers and computer scientists. It did not, however, have a built-in webcam. It had been a simple matter to hook up the one that sat on top of the screen. He opened up his email as well as a few other programs which would help him to source the mysterious message.

He started into more complicated tracing methods, ones that Theo had taught him and ones that he had discovered by himself. Every single time, an error message came up. He ran his fingers through his hair in frustration and tried more and more methods. He came no closer to finding out who sent it, but he learned a few things. It looked like the message had bounced through hundreds of servers, and that whoever had sent it could make Anonymous look like a bunch of kids who were learning how to code HTML.

Eventually he gave up on tracing the message and opened up a reply window. He grinned suddenly, a plan coming to mind. If the sender wanted to hear back from him, he'd have to work for it. He typed in his reply.

Findings on bot- few issues with wiring. Found crossed wire which could have made robot malfunction, possibly crashing into a table leg. All sorted.

I don't know who you are. If you're reading this, you sure as hell know your stuff. We've proved ourselves to each other- who are you? And don't just say that you're a friend.

He encoded the message using a code he had created a week ago. Each letter appeared as a random letter or number, according to a set pattern. Finding the pattern would decode the message. It was deceptively simple, but difficult to decode. He sent the message, a grin on his face. He sent the laptop to sleep and began to tinker with the robot.

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#, as written by Korrye

For all the access that he had, Theo was surprised. He knew about the Genovese’s new hire. Jacqueline Siqueira was well known on hacker forums and at one point she had been related to the hacker group Anonymous. She was adept and she was young, barely older than he was. He knew he had limited time to have eyes on the mansion. His programs immediately began sourcing her and she caught sight of the blond, looking out of place with plugs in her ears and thicker make-up than most. The camera he had access to was coming directly from her phone and he had a momentary glance right up at her face before he saw the woman frown and usher herself outside of the thickets of people. Two seconds later her camera died and he typed back angrily on his keyboard, knowing that he was beginning a war with the woman for control of her own device. He began sourcing her phone, trying to get into the guts of it through her service provider. He wanted to know what Jonathon was saying to her. It was also a test of her skills for him. Could she stop him? The woman was formidable. He got through and was immediately cut off. Whatever program she had created erected a second violent firewall the moment he broke through, and then a third. It was infinite and regenerating. Smart. Theo admitted in thought. Before he knew it an hour had gone by and he turned away then, sitting back in his chair and holding his hands between his head, allowing his fingers to relax as he watched her cut off his access. Suddenly the entire left hand monitor showing his camera access was black.

Theo was impressed and yet not quite. He had been able to watch the gala, to see and hear a fiery argument break out between the Genovese’s. He had seen the return of a woman he knew to be Sienna Rose, one who had significant pull on Jonathon’s right hand man. He wrote down her name on a pad of paper beside his keyboard, tapping his fingers slowly and sighing, shaking his head and processing. She hadn’t been able to get rid of him for an hour and a half and he had committed a major breach without the full severity of his safeguards to prevent her from kicking him out. She wasn’t as good as he had thought. It was that or she was playing him back which was always a possibility. It made him frown. The effort from thinking through every possibility had a migraine quickly blister on the front of his forehead. As he stood he felt the familiar aches in his legs from broken femurs and a fractured disk in his back. Grunting, Theo grabbed his phone and moved to a couch in the small apartment, needing to recline and put his feet up. He had several messages by then.

"Had to get out. Murdock had a gut feeling, and our new tactical leader was scaring the office workers,” Jess had replied. He shook his head at her, even though he knew she couldn’t see him. A second message had come from Dylan almost instantly. "Who is this?" That made him smile. He tossed the phone on the couch and moved slowly to the kitchen, griping every stable surface along the way to help him walk. He was hungry and he needed a banana or something. When he opened his fridge he was greeted by a slew of pre-prepared meals from Jess and the force. He pulled a dish of lasagna and shoved it in the oven, taking his time to let it heat up before he ate it. The whole process took time and fortunately he had a dishwasher to do the cleaning work for him.

At that point, when he moved to the couch to lay down, his head on one side and his feet stretching to the other, Theo grabbed the phone a second time, seeing a new and recent message from Dylan. Kid learns quick. His protective algorithm had sent him several messages relaying attempts to source his number and location, all minor. When he opened the message it was garbled, looking like completely nonsense. He frowned, scanning it several times before he grunted, and moved back to his computer set. As he walked he sent Jess another message.

“Never liked the new guy. Don’t make me meet him. News: Anon add-in into the fam won’t be much trouble. Not good at her job. Stay safe." By that he was relaying what he thought of the new techie and some new task force leader named Lucas Hitch. His record made him look like a maniac. Theo knew he would likely be carted out to meet the brute eventually but he was more than happy to let Jess deal with him for now.

Sitting down at his desk then, he clicked back into Dylan’s message and typed it out. He pulled up a simple program – a decoder. Normally he would have been entertained to do it by hand but he was growing tired and he could feel his energy sapped from his body. How he wished he wasn’t so betrayed by his physical state. All he wanted to do was be able to work for 2 days straight like he used to.

Two clicks and he sat back, watching the computer source through the message word for word, identifying that it was in fact coded before it started ciphering it. It took two minutes and suddenly the text was clear as day in front of him:

“Findings on bot- few issues with wiring. Found crossed wire which could have made robot malfunction, possibly crashing into a table leg. All sorted. I don't know who you are. If you're reading this, you sure as hell know your stuff. We've proved ourselves to each other- who are you? And don't just say that you're a friend.”

Theo leaned in then, grabbing the old burner phone and rapidly letting his thumbs ply over the keys, his tongue between his teeth.

“Nice code. Good to hear on the bot. Nice work. Rivals most engineers. &I am a friend, nothing more, nothing less. Call me whatever you want. Just want to help. Ask me whatever you want.”

He wanted to establish connections with the boy, knowing he was extremely talented, perhaps more than the new techie Jonathon had hired. He was such a quick student but Theo had never been able to figure out where his allegiance laid. Dylan had always been close to Kole and especially to his mother but he had voiced concerns and irritations. But was it typical teenaged angst? He had never been sure.

Biting the inside of his cheek, Theo knew he wouldn’t be able to stay away too much longer. His eyelids were beginning to feel heavy and his aches were becoming more pronounced. It was time for his pain meds.

Still, he knew he wanted to sent out another message. He was curious. Theo had seen Charlee take something, the way she’d wandered around the mansion like a six year old, twirling and grinning.

“Dr. Lydia – Charlee Shae on pills, not sure what. She needs help.”

The message was anonymous, the number she viewed conjured by his program just the same as Dylan. He wondered if the woman would help. She was a doctor, wouldn’t the family’s health come first?