“We’ve got him this time,” detto Special Agent in Charge Sheelia Tanner of the FBI. She sat in the passenger sede, sedile of a plain blue sedan belonging to her partner, Special Agent Scott Carver. Scott was a fit, trim, athletically-built man with short blond hair, blue eyes, and chiseled features. He was average height and had a generally serious, but approachable look. Sheelia was only slightly shorter, still quite tall for a woman, also very fit but sleekly built like a dancer. Her father and mother were of mixed heritage, including black, white and Asian, and she seemed to draw all her features out of a hat from them, including a deep, dark complexion, big round eyes, dainty nose and mouth, and thin sharp eyebrows which were angled sharply inward. Her hair was straight, silky and jet black, her eyes dark as midnight. Scott and Sheelia were just arriving at the scene where two dozen agents awaited in the shadows to execute a cerca warrant.
“I hope so,” Scott answered, lacking confidence.
Sheelia reached up to her ear subconsciously, obviously trying to listen to her plug. “They’re all in place, awaiting orders,” she told her partner. She then rifled through some papers.
“Tell them we’ll be there in two minutes. I want to park a bit away instead of pulling up to the house,” Scott said. She relayed the message.
Tension enveloped the vehicle. This was their seventh attempt to nab the elusive and enigmatic “M.O.D.” Nobody yet knew who o what M.O.D. was o what it stood for. They did know, however, that M.O.D. was wanted for several counts of every known form of identity theft, computer crimes, and probably several other crimes not even thought of yet. Each of these most recente times, he was positively traced to some unsuspecting location in Vero Beach, Florida, where Sheelia and Scott lived. Every time, the evidence turned out to be some ruse o trail M.O.D. had purposely led them down.
“He made a mistake this time,” Scott said.
“It could be a she, te know,” Sheelia reminded him, always sticking up for women around the world, even criminals.
“Yeah, right. Sorry, but this is a man, Sheelia, I’m certain. And he made a mistake. He got greedy; he went for too much money and was tracked in real time when the computer flagged the transaction. Usually, it’s not found for hours, even days, and we have to sift through logs of…”
“Katherine Himmel,” Sheelia interrupted.
“HUH?”
“The owner of the house we’re going to is a Miss Katherine Himmel, 37, unmarried, lives alone. She fits the profile, Scott: four years as a programmer for the DOD, fired for insubordination last September. That alone gives her the motive and skills to deliberately mess with the government…”
“Like everyone thus far.” Scott said, resigned.
“Are te suggesting this one’s a setup as well? I thought te detto this one was it,” she challenged.
A grim look crossed his face. “You’re right, it’s not her. It’s a man – I know it.” She rolled her eyes. “Listen, Shee, this guy is making a statement of some kind. A defiant statement. In all my years, I’ve never heard of a woman being so bold for so long. Sorry to punch, punzone te in the feminism, but women just don’t behave this way.”
“All your years? Do I need to remind te that you’ve only been here three years and I’ve been here 14?” she shot back with a smirk. “So we should just call off the cerca war…”
“Of course not, we have to execute the warrant. I’m just saying we shouldn’t be so harsh on the suspect this time.”
“Maybe, since she’s a woman, she was smart enough to know we’d never suspect her to be a woman,” Sheelia predicted ominously.
“Give it up, Gloria Steinem,” Scott teased as he pulled to the curb a few houses from the suspect’s and shut off his car. “Here we are,” he detto rather tensely.
“Want to call if off now?” she joked.
Scott grinned, then got out, talking into his microphone, “Is anyone inside?”
“We’ve seen no movement, no car in the driveway, we have no reason to suspect anyone inside, there are no lights on and the mail is five days old,” an agent responded.
“Let’s knock then,” Sheelia decided, holding up the warrant.
They walked down a narrow sidewalk to the house, which had a half-circle driveway and a fence all the way around, encompassing all but the front entryway. Scott admired the house as they approached. Situated in an older neighborhood of stucco-walled and tiled-roof homes typical of the building style of a few decades past, the concrete arches and warm colori left no doubt they were in the tropics. Even the pavement reinforced that feeling, with crushed shells imbedded in the surface instead of gravel. He marveled at the carefully groomed lawn and shrubbery, imagining the time it must take to maintain the manicured look. Each blade of the thick, lush St. Augustine erba appeared to have been trimmed individually with manicure scissors to the exact same height, and all were a uniformly dark green. The edging along the walk and driveway seemed to have been accomplished with the precision of a scalpel. The plants and hedges had been placed with an eye for beauty and symmetry. At this point in his life he was glad he lived in a condo and didn’t have to worry about taking care of the grounds, but wondered what it would be like to be responsible for such a place.
Sheelia rang the doorbell as a dozen agents stood behind her with pistole drawn and aimed at the ground. They waited several tense secondi before she rang again and added several loud pounds on the large, wooden double doors.
At the same time, agents covered the back entrance, da the pool. “Nobody’s home,” she called to them. “Check the doors and windows.”
A few secondi later, an agent announced the back door was unlocked and she ordered him to enter and secure the area, and then let them in.
Two minuti later, the front door opened and a beefy agent smiled at her, “Come on in, ma’am, but I don’t think you’ll like what te see. This has ‘innocent victim’ written all over it,” he said, standing aside.
Sheelia strode in and Scott closely followed, holstering his weapon. The agent led them directly to the left, through a wide arch and into the living room where a scrivania, reception sat with a computer on it. “The computer is on, but the monitor is off. We didn’t want to disturb it,” detto an agent who stood da the scrivania, reception as they entered.
“Turn it on,” she ordered.
“But, it could contaminate the…,” he started to protest.
“All the computers so far were on and none of them were rigged to destroy any data. I want to see what’s on the screen,” she told him.
With a shrug he said, “Very well, you’re the boss.” Then, with a latex-gloved finger, he reached out and pushed the power button on the monitor. It flashed and faded on. In bright, red letters, taking the entire screen, read “M.O.D.”
Sheelia snapped on a guanto and moved the mouse. As she had expected, a message popped up, “Kathy is in the Bahamas – she has been since Friday. te should do your homework, Sheelia. I thought te would like it to be a woman this time, though. Nice touch, eh? I’ll have an exclusive interview on ABC News tonight at 11:35. te might want to watch.”
She stared at the message, Leggere it twice, her face knotting up with each word, then, angrily, she ordered the team to unhook the computer and seize it as evidence. “Let’s go, Scott,” she added in a huff, and stormed out.
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“I hope so,” Scott answered, lacking confidence.
Sheelia reached up to her ear subconsciously, obviously trying to listen to her plug. “They’re all in place, awaiting orders,” she told her partner. She then rifled through some papers.
“Tell them we’ll be there in two minutes. I want to park a bit away instead of pulling up to the house,” Scott said. She relayed the message.
Tension enveloped the vehicle. This was their seventh attempt to nab the elusive and enigmatic “M.O.D.” Nobody yet knew who o what M.O.D. was o what it stood for. They did know, however, that M.O.D. was wanted for several counts of every known form of identity theft, computer crimes, and probably several other crimes not even thought of yet. Each of these most recente times, he was positively traced to some unsuspecting location in Vero Beach, Florida, where Sheelia and Scott lived. Every time, the evidence turned out to be some ruse o trail M.O.D. had purposely led them down.
“He made a mistake this time,” Scott said.
“It could be a she, te know,” Sheelia reminded him, always sticking up for women around the world, even criminals.
“Yeah, right. Sorry, but this is a man, Sheelia, I’m certain. And he made a mistake. He got greedy; he went for too much money and was tracked in real time when the computer flagged the transaction. Usually, it’s not found for hours, even days, and we have to sift through logs of…”
“Katherine Himmel,” Sheelia interrupted.
“HUH?”
“The owner of the house we’re going to is a Miss Katherine Himmel, 37, unmarried, lives alone. She fits the profile, Scott: four years as a programmer for the DOD, fired for insubordination last September. That alone gives her the motive and skills to deliberately mess with the government…”
“Like everyone thus far.” Scott said, resigned.
“Are te suggesting this one’s a setup as well? I thought te detto this one was it,” she challenged.
A grim look crossed his face. “You’re right, it’s not her. It’s a man – I know it.” She rolled her eyes. “Listen, Shee, this guy is making a statement of some kind. A defiant statement. In all my years, I’ve never heard of a woman being so bold for so long. Sorry to punch, punzone te in the feminism, but women just don’t behave this way.”
“All your years? Do I need to remind te that you’ve only been here three years and I’ve been here 14?” she shot back with a smirk. “So we should just call off the cerca war…”
“Of course not, we have to execute the warrant. I’m just saying we shouldn’t be so harsh on the suspect this time.”
“Maybe, since she’s a woman, she was smart enough to know we’d never suspect her to be a woman,” Sheelia predicted ominously.
“Give it up, Gloria Steinem,” Scott teased as he pulled to the curb a few houses from the suspect’s and shut off his car. “Here we are,” he detto rather tensely.
“Want to call if off now?” she joked.
Scott grinned, then got out, talking into his microphone, “Is anyone inside?”
“We’ve seen no movement, no car in the driveway, we have no reason to suspect anyone inside, there are no lights on and the mail is five days old,” an agent responded.
“Let’s knock then,” Sheelia decided, holding up the warrant.
They walked down a narrow sidewalk to the house, which had a half-circle driveway and a fence all the way around, encompassing all but the front entryway. Scott admired the house as they approached. Situated in an older neighborhood of stucco-walled and tiled-roof homes typical of the building style of a few decades past, the concrete arches and warm colori left no doubt they were in the tropics. Even the pavement reinforced that feeling, with crushed shells imbedded in the surface instead of gravel. He marveled at the carefully groomed lawn and shrubbery, imagining the time it must take to maintain the manicured look. Each blade of the thick, lush St. Augustine erba appeared to have been trimmed individually with manicure scissors to the exact same height, and all were a uniformly dark green. The edging along the walk and driveway seemed to have been accomplished with the precision of a scalpel. The plants and hedges had been placed with an eye for beauty and symmetry. At this point in his life he was glad he lived in a condo and didn’t have to worry about taking care of the grounds, but wondered what it would be like to be responsible for such a place.
Sheelia rang the doorbell as a dozen agents stood behind her with pistole drawn and aimed at the ground. They waited several tense secondi before she rang again and added several loud pounds on the large, wooden double doors.
At the same time, agents covered the back entrance, da the pool. “Nobody’s home,” she called to them. “Check the doors and windows.”
A few secondi later, an agent announced the back door was unlocked and she ordered him to enter and secure the area, and then let them in.
Two minuti later, the front door opened and a beefy agent smiled at her, “Come on in, ma’am, but I don’t think you’ll like what te see. This has ‘innocent victim’ written all over it,” he said, standing aside.
Sheelia strode in and Scott closely followed, holstering his weapon. The agent led them directly to the left, through a wide arch and into the living room where a scrivania, reception sat with a computer on it. “The computer is on, but the monitor is off. We didn’t want to disturb it,” detto an agent who stood da the scrivania, reception as they entered.
“Turn it on,” she ordered.
“But, it could contaminate the…,” he started to protest.
“All the computers so far were on and none of them were rigged to destroy any data. I want to see what’s on the screen,” she told him.
With a shrug he said, “Very well, you’re the boss.” Then, with a latex-gloved finger, he reached out and pushed the power button on the monitor. It flashed and faded on. In bright, red letters, taking the entire screen, read “M.O.D.”
Sheelia snapped on a guanto and moved the mouse. As she had expected, a message popped up, “Kathy is in the Bahamas – she has been since Friday. te should do your homework, Sheelia. I thought te would like it to be a woman this time, though. Nice touch, eh? I’ll have an exclusive interview on ABC News tonight at 11:35. te might want to watch.”
She stared at the message, Leggere it twice, her face knotting up with each word, then, angrily, she ordered the team to unhook the computer and seize it as evidence. “Let’s go, Scott,” she added in a huff, and stormed out.
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Forever
Forever te are mine
Forever I’ll be here
Forever is what te promised
Your cuore is worth nothing
But the your soul is priceless
Forever can be a long time
Forever can be a long time cut short
It’s worth the suffering
It’s worth the sacrifice
To forever be yours
Forever protected da your eagle like wings
Forever loved da your ocean wide heart
Forever sicuro, cassetta di sicurezza in your warm embrace
Forever is worth the wait
To be sliced thin
To stuffed thick
Forever is Forever
Forever is Eternity
Forever is a risk
Forever is a chance
Forever is worth the wait
Forever te are mine
Forever I’ll be here
Forever is what te promised
Your cuore is worth nothing
But the your soul is priceless
Forever can be a long time
Forever can be a long time cut short
It’s worth the suffering
It’s worth the sacrifice
To forever be yours
Forever protected da your eagle like wings
Forever loved da your ocean wide heart
Forever sicuro, cassetta di sicurezza in your warm embrace
Forever is worth the wait
To be sliced thin
To stuffed thick
Forever is Forever
Forever is Eternity
Forever is a risk
Forever is a chance
Forever is worth the wait
preface
if the one person te told the truth to all the time was now the one person te have to keep it away from, would you?
would te be able to lie through your teeth and pray that he believes you? what if he was the one person te told everything to, he was the one who keeps te from falling apart, but if te told him anything he might be the one to bring te tummbling down.
if te had to chose between lieing to him, hurting him, and keeping him away from you, what would te chose? because if te dont chose right, he may very well die.
if the one person te told the truth to all the time was now the one person te have to keep it away from, would you?
would te be able to lie through your teeth and pray that he believes you? what if he was the one person te told everything to, he was the one who keeps te from falling apart, but if te told him anything he might be the one to bring te tummbling down.
if te had to chose between lieing to him, hurting him, and keeping him away from you, what would te chose? because if te dont chose right, he may very well die.
I am bored with love
and it's passionless limbs
that drape over my bed
in a lethargic state of impotence
while wearing the same red heart
my soul picked up hitchhiking
off highway serendipity
Now here we are
alone in togetherness
trying to build dreams
with two da fours and glue,
but even a home
won't tie us together
when our hearts live alone
Poetic vows cliched
into nothingness
like all words do, eventually
and we allowed our bodies to become another pair of hollow shadows that make Amore to a wall
instead of each other
and we wonder why
the rose are dying
and it's passionless limbs
that drape over my bed
in a lethargic state of impotence
while wearing the same red heart
my soul picked up hitchhiking
off highway serendipity
Now here we are
alone in togetherness
trying to build dreams
with two da fours and glue,
but even a home
won't tie us together
when our hearts live alone
Poetic vows cliched
into nothingness
like all words do, eventually
and we allowed our bodies to become another pair of hollow shadows that make Amore to a wall
instead of each other
and we wonder why
the rose are dying
A anno fa in my calculation,
A anno ago, there were situations.
The same song played now and then,
In my memory, it had begun.
Tears from my eyes were shed this morning,
It was the most tears I was shedding.
My world isn’t complete without you,
My world and I don’t know what to do.
Amore isn’t a toy and never was.
Amore is what te cherish and keep as treasure.
My mind is at many topics at random,
It goes normal when you’re in my kingdom.
What ends my bad situations with people
Is my focus on you, my angel.
You’ll always be a part of me,
You’ll always be in my memory.
A anno ago, there were situations.
The same song played now and then,
In my memory, it had begun.
Tears from my eyes were shed this morning,
It was the most tears I was shedding.
My world isn’t complete without you,
My world and I don’t know what to do.
Amore isn’t a toy and never was.
Amore is what te cherish and keep as treasure.
My mind is at many topics at random,
It goes normal when you’re in my kingdom.
What ends my bad situations with people
Is my focus on you, my angel.
You’ll always be a part of me,
You’ll always be in my memory.