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chapter no. 014!
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❝ GREAT LOYALTY. ❞ ▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄
𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗥𝗗 𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡 𝗣𝗢𝗩
THE HOLLOW METAL CHAIR THAT CARA VALENTINE HAD PREVIOUSLY BEEN SITTING IN TWO DAYS AGO SCREECHED, MOVING BACK AS JOSEPH ARTHUR WAS SHOVED INTO IT. In two other identical eight-by-ten grey interrogation rooms, Kirk Farell and Owen Sánchez were being pushed into similar chairs; smirks plastering each of their faces.
Down the hall, to the right, and straight ahead, the BAU team and Police Captian, Marvinhill, stood in the conference room. Outside the room, Cara was sitting with an officer at his desk, fiddling with the plastic styrofoam coffee cup in her hands. Aaron Hotchner didn't want the blonde to be informed of anything that was happening until everyone had come to a collective decision on what would be the best actions to take. The woman, however, had protested to this exclusion quite explicitly, but Spencer had promised her that he would tell her everything he knew as soon as possible. That was barely enough, for the time being, to tide her over.
"Well, I'll be damned," Marvinhill muttered; his green eyes focused on the women he blamed for everything. "She did it. They found the Red Scorpions."
The corners of Rossi's lips turned upwards as he nodded. It was official. The Red Scorpions had been arrested; the gang that had terrorized British Columbia and dealt on its land for years had finally reached its downfall at the hands of one of their own. Blake and JJ exchanged looks while Morgan was studying the way the brown-haired doctor was continuously glancing over at the blonde through the window blinds.
