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fkyumerica · 5 months

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david shot his dad in elementry school, took his car, and 8 girl wives

i said no

he thinks everyone he sees is his wife

https://www.facebook.com/friends/suggestions/?profile_id=100000345692854 this might be ghostmanes face falling down

surgery

how many other boys did

they injected me with 8 kilos of crystal meth

lindita and her family would go out and live as barns

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thats them

they shoved everyone out of their house at other people

and kept doing that

go fuck each other

alabama

him and chad callahan

and other gay boys

brett

timmy devin

greg

craig

cody

jeffery

small?

not man gross?

gay

her too?

gay

i eat and shower all the time

says she is erin branka

honey booboo their kid, and alexis the older one he went with

he is chipper

david

they rent out those apartments behind the hannibal lecter prison cell

wendys

the gas vents open up there

into those rooms

to fuck in

wooo eyes

they all do it

the it crowd

you havent had a look

slang

whose hot

you

he went with paris hilton

brett's dad

laura

lindita was honey boo boo

brett and paris hilton's child, mate her away from me

maid marium

they made her a orangutang

as a infant

free food

alexis was fucking him in front of church

holy communion day

I did not want to have a celebration after

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JFSpTJ9cCzM they wear other fake face pieces just to lie

he is divine

mental retardation

no i am your child you cant tell me anything

to anyone

they say it and do it

now i sit here till we fight

and i get others to have sex with you too

for freesome

anything today

woo touch anyone

brett wanted to steal the gayest ones to make others suffer

caligula/tom/brett after fucking paris hilton/britnee he was brad

so did his gay two timing dad

jim

jo fake law cops

lori fake stores

and fake banks

then back to jo go in it

follow each other

i fuck you both in the woods

deliverence

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7umYXThzhg8 every breathe you take i breathe out alcohol and you cum with me

they all will and you dont believe it

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=08l16I3Ab3c here is his retarded black family pushing buttons everywhere cant figure anything out

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pvRQz16DaiE i was going to go to allen park high school with them

david brass knuckle hit me twice in the back of my head

trying to get into my house

hid like leon

broke in and raped me

kissing the back of my head

standing up

num nuts

he even had a gun at him on stage so i couldn't get together with twiggy

old black men hid as kids to live next door to me

about 15 in a line to rape me every night

they do it they saw it

me unconscious

and chris pig kisses them thank you

they all would willingly fuck each other

i wouldent

it was pig group mate a couple years

then the ones who didnt

go at all of them and attack with kids since

cant call us together to calm us down

he took a razor blade to my shirt to cut it off at their concert

david did

then anne marie came over with a knife at me

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1b04q67zDig this could be her and she keeps inviting korn guys over

to ruin your shit

shooters need to be stationed at their designated areas

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_wU3KWXx21s kenan and kel at beginning

is them

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3-uxyptLEhc they get taught by male transvesdite strippers

taking off their cock is the transvesdite

hopping and living in and out of anyones backyard

that masked african dancer, they made a battle to fk him after

i know how to pamper her

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EZmYffwjXMI my sweet 16 was a pop up tent hahaha

I didnt like that shit

they leave the transvesdites at anyone

the guy her husband doesnt look like to make her hotter

their sons, gay white sailor men do this

jlos?

billionare club

sofia bogard she left she he goes here to this one if she looked like him more

mother

and kids to me hi im tom

move in and hey youre my gays

https://www.facebook.com/photo/?fbid=122114112146104812&set=gm.1576440763186957&idorvanity=920777885419918 no. you want to watch sports with us.

https://www.facebook.com/photo/?fbid=339172432147405&set=a.121466250584692 she was 28 and steve irwin's daughter on right, she robbed them and a bunch of other houses of their money

each house had stacks of 100s

that girl let her do it she got high, left

then right, thomas edison's family, kept building their same house over and over again

to the right, left, out

and she thought she ran every store

kimberly/courtney love/nancy/speugen/anne marie is her

and stephanie, left, turned into lori

https://www.facebook.com/photo/?fbid=10160199791947198&set=gm.6667663779998443&idorvanity=1624257187672486 this was both their moms the whole time and she robbed everyone

and she made fun of me at homecoming looked like i had to shit

https://www.facebook.com/photo/?fbid=7176505942399042&set=gm.1280407412656770&idorvanity=1107035629993950 they are this family, and the tv show families

no ceiling new home

why do i do it for the experience i dont know if id like it or not

so i try it ehh

it was go to college

party

slept with like 30 girls already right up to them hi

they will remember me forever

date all of them

some pregnant whoa wtf stay with me

for a girl, party, date all the guys, one proposes whoa what will it be? come home with me and they get married as a joke if their parents force them to

then they attack their parents

and she robs that guy

gave her a ring

old women say about it hey get a ring

it always meant that

and get pregnant at 12 or 7 you can be fat

i did at 14

we look old now wtf wee

there needs to be a dna database, of age, who is genetically related

and blood type, which weather area they live in and are from

and are designated to

and where they went and are and did

i guess i have to run it D:

elizabeth bell was dj on full house

jo was tilly the neighbor

daria was dj

https://www.facebook.com/photo/?fbid=6758861787525659&set=gm.6807059089412827&idorvanity=902050169913778 national lampoon, jo's parents, the ones in the show

everyones parents get the discount

the friend with black hair is jo

the sister they said was me or another retarded girl

and the guy is her dad when she can date him

or david bowie

ryan?

retarded and wasted so you feel safe

stop and stand in there trent

he is ryan too

jo/sarah shephered/sarah smith with a skin penis

https://www.facebook.com/photo/?fbid=379535231305933&set=a.182938574298934 jo

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what it was growing up

I had to compete with this thing at 5

so it would go

there were different groups of women

to how men would date them

and they bring them together

and attack everything

https://www.facebook.com/photo/?fbid=665795712367460&set=a.410519197895114 did elizabeth bell cheat

if she lost weight i knew she whored, and i would only think it was from that nothing else

and her with those people at a high school it is it right there her whoreing

she might of gave birth to three at once at age seven

wayne and anne marie had a kid it was her elizabeth bell/lori if she gets tased the guy on the right will date her in that show what we do in the shadows

rudy is wayne

ruined the south

edison

tom has a gun

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pfffft

shes dead already

angela might be their original mother

of mary sue and anne marie

and lori and david

her dad shot her the cleaner is him, didnt want her alive anymore

goes in those apartments behind wendys

i dunno she looked like her (didnt have a look guy is him)

she said she is jo's mom too

then her parents, sean and penny

then their parents, tom and britnee

tom is edison

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QlAg13gLuB8 tom and britnee

they piss on themselves and that is how they talk

ooh ooh ooh

and smell like old people

celine and james

then oral sex then they talk to their family

and cecilia the granddaughter

backpack of money

hands it out to all her family to have the same eyes

marie antoinette was that stephanie from full house

same as the movie

two older women mated with alden, had their kids go in a toy store unattended, and ran out of the store with the toy for their mom to come in

ashley and hailey gibson, were black, natalie and michelle, and in destinys child

with their moms

the two smoking sisters in simpsons

18:20 him talking to them too

and joooooooooo the daughter with her mouth had to teach her how to be sexy

for kids

19:00 mary kate olsen

is her

and woo what a roller coaster ride

abandon it all

getting hit once was it

they can tell what these kids look like to kill these women, they leave it with a man

dark hair, they have it on them walking around

white guys will shower and leave it

dark hair men do not

and white old men will leave it in a house

goes for the ride wooo then a stop and drop off

princess dress

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s-gobetti · 3 years

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intossicat* dai vapori

« Uno strano fenomeno vecchio ormai di un cinquantennio è il culto fanatico tributato negli ambienti omosessuali maschili alle grandi dive del cinema. Una moda del genere non ha riscontro fra le lesbiche, che in America sembrano interessate, come gruppo, piuttosto al softball che non all’arte o alle pose artificiose. La grande diva è una dea, una madre-padre universale. Le parodie cabarettistiche delle grandi dive eseguite da uomini ne sottolineano immancabilmente i tratti androgeni. MAE WEST, MARLENE DIETRICH, BETTE DAVIS, EARTHA KITT, CAROL CHANNING, BARBRA STREISAND, DIANA ROSS, JOAN COLLINS, JOAN RIVERS: tutte sono femmine di successo dalla fredda volontà maschile, che presentano sottili ambiguità sessuali nell’aspetto e nei modi. JUDY GARLAND suscitava fra gli omosessuali maschi attacchi di isteria collettiva. Le cronache riferiscono di urla disumane, assalti in massa al palcoscenico, lanci incessanti di fiori. Tali erano i riti orgiastici degli eunuchi presso il sacrario della dea. Vi sono foto che mostrano uomini in posa mentre mimano un ingresso trionfale nel luccicante costume di scena della Garland, esattamente come nel travestitismo dei devoti dell’antica Grande Madre »

Camille Paglia, Sexual Personae

Che tipo di relazione c'è fra dive, capelli ossigenati e omosessuali? È mia intenzione mettere vicino, accostare per tentativi una serie di cose trovate un pò come i pezzi di vetro levigati dal mare sulla spiaggia, per poi conservarli in dei barattoli, sempre di vetro, che pigramente riposano su mensole nella casa. Le dive, fra le dive, sono di un biondo platino, glaciale quanto preciso, pungente e definito che ci riporta ad una conversazione avuta pochi giorni fa:

c: mi fai venir voglia di riossigenare

f: la smania delle frocie

f: assurdo che tutte ci ossigeniamo ad un certo punto della nostra vita

f: come un bar mitzvah

Questo rito di passaggio, di pulizia, si ritrova nell’ossessione del pittore David Hockney per il bleach (candeggiare) dei suoi capelli quanto nella parrucca di Andy Warhol, paragonabile ad un turbante. Il medesimo artista che nel suo linguaggio unisce questi simboli riproducendoli attraverso lo strumento della comunicazione pubblicitaria, dell'epoca, la serigrafia: drag queen e Marilyn Monroe sono trattati nello stesso modo, con la stessa noia ed indifferenza, di come la stella dell'arte contemporanea tratta tutto, ma in particolare un prodotto messo su uno scaffale del supermercato: -un barattolo di zuppa Campbell grazie! Similmente questo accade nello sbiancamento operato da Madonna al Vouging che di fatto pulisce l’immaginario emerso da una cultura fatta di corpi di immigrat, non bianch, non ricch e sexworkers attraverso un elenco di icone -che sempre bionde sono- hollywoodiane, riprendendo le distanze della comunità gay di New York composta principalmente da maschi bianchi rispetto ad alcune personalità presenti all’interno della lotta per la liberazione del desiderio omosessuale: le STAR (Street Transvestites Action Revoluctionary).

« Beauty’s where you find it (move to the music)

Greta Garbo e Monroe,

Dietrich and DiMaggio

Marlon Brando, Jimmy Dean

On the cover of a magazine »

Madonna, Vogue

Trasportando la questione nel campo della rappresentazione, volendo indagare il mondo del fenomenico, quindi interrogando ciò che appare come appare agli occhi e mantenendo una particolare attenzione alla percezione riprendo le considerazioni sul guardare di John Berger. Il quale osservava come la figura della donna venga dalla più tenera età in-formata dallo sguardo che le si posa addosso, abituata quindi a dover controllare il proprio apparire e a doverlo renderlo piacevole, subendo quindi lo sguardo dell’uomo. Questo sguardo disincarnato sembrerebbe coincidere con il punto di vista, la posizione teorica propria a quell'occhio occidentale, che Camille Paglia vede nascere all’alba della nostra cultura. Ed è proprio in questo rito di detersione che le divinità dell'antico Egitto che ancora conservano parte del loro legame con la natura (ctonia) vengono coinvolte. Le sembianze animali non vengono accettate ai vertici del monte Olimpo e come ricorda il fregio del Partenone: il classico, il bianco, l'ordine si impostano sullo sterminio di creature ambigue, mezze umane mezze animali: i centauri, le amazzoni e i giganti. Nella mitologia greca queste battaglie, sono combattute da Apollo che vaga uccidendo i vari serperti -un pò come San Giorgio lo si trova sempre impegnato ad uccidere un drago- e le immagini delle divinità olimpiche vengono così lavate presentando delle figure completamente antropomorfe. Questo sguardo ritrova forza nel Rinascimento che infatti viene contrapposto ad un periodo di buio, fatto di ombra, il Medioevo. Prendendo adesso le considerazioni di Marshal McLuhan sulla Galassia Guttenberg: nascita dell'uomo tipografico (1962) dove associa l'introduzione in Europa della stampa a caratteri mobili (1455) con l'inizio del dominio del visivo, e quindi dell'occhio sugli altri organi di senso (naso, bocca, orecchie e pelle). Inaugurando così una lineare, progressiva, cronologica, Storia accompagnata da una sempre più luminosa società. La luce in effetti come ci insegnano praticamente quasi due secoli di sperimentazione nell'arte (George Seurat, Josef Albers, Lucio Fontana, Dan Flavin, etc..) è un medium che spesso viene letteralmente piegato per prendere significati, basti pensare alle insegne fatte con i neon, dove la tautologia si compie, la luce prende la forma di una parola. Ma cosa ci potrebbe dire per esempio una lettura del cambiamento dell'illuminazione nell'ambiente domestico? e del mondo dello spettacolo? quale pensiero si può trovare dietro la cecità per eccesso di luce? Dopo il libro diviso per capitoli, stampato e non trascritto o dettato (trasmesso quindi per via orale), l'altro strumento da indagare è la prospettiva che trova fortuna proprio nello stesso periodo (Leon Battista Alberti, De Pictura, 1434-1436) e che David Hockney associa alla necessità della chiesa cattolica di fissare una certa idea, rappresentata da un cristo in croce alla fine di una navata, che sarà proprio uno dei temi formali affrontati dall'architettura nel rinascimento: che forma ha una chiesa cattolica? Ah la fissità! Quale orrore, la cristallizzazione di sé stessi e la coerenza con la persona che si era ieri, che terribili gabbie, autoimposte, performate e ripetute. Ma che centra il dominio, l’autorità, il lineare, il progressivo, il dritto, con noi creature queer? E soprattutto cosa centra tutto questo con i capelli ossigenati? Come ultima testimonianza presenterò qualcosa che ho riesumato dalla cultura televisiva italiana, tipica del pomeriggio Rai di quando ero piccola, l’episodio diciannove della prima serie di Popular, (Ryhan Murphy, 1999), biondo è bello, uscito in Italia nel luglio del 2003 dove una regista frocia mette in scena il ribaltamento dei ruoli sociali attraverso il rito della decolorazione, l’ottenimento dunque di privilegi attraverso un elisir di potere dettato dal capello color dell’oro: Britney, Cristina, Pink, Paris Hilton, quanto Anna dello Russo, Donatella Versace e Lady Gaga che a colpi di I'm so fab. Check out, I'm blonde, I'm skinny, I'm rich And i'm a little bit of a bitch! portano avanti una vera e propria crociata conservatrice, ricca e bianca. Con una chiarezza tale, da brillare come un diamante, una prigione geometrica, una macchina perfetta dove tutti gli ingranaggi funzionano a tempo e con ritmo, una parete completamente bianca (il moderno in architettura), una attrazione ai vincoli e all'autorità tale da portare alla morte chi ricerca il bello. L'uomo occidentale annega quindi nel suo specchio e come ammette Bernadette in Priscilla regina del deserto (Stephan Elliott, 1994) di nero vestita, in rigoroso lutto, per la morte del suo compagno:

« non è scivolato, si stava di nuovo ossigenando i capelli ed è rimasto intossicato dai vapori »*

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saint-yaint · 5 years

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Petrichor Chapter 5: 13 {TW: there is mention of murder and dismemberment. Please proceed with caution. sorry for this u can skip it if you want.}

*This chapter is from a third person pov, gonna be mostly dialogue, since interactions this chapter goes over previous chapters, some dialogue will be repeated. I apologize for the length *Seth's thoughts are between dashes(-)

A late New York night is riddled with interjections from car motors and horns, street lights are the closest things to stars in the mega metropolis. Amidst this late hustle and bustle there is more pressing things at hand. Suitcases are opened and strewn about, phones chirp, laptops glow and the accumulation of various take out is seen on table, ranging from ice cold to piping hot. Several sighs of frustration was the only indicator that the mood was tense and the odds were not in Hunter's favor in this go around. An gruesome assassination of a Interpol higher up and the ruthless execution of her security detail has forced Hunter's hand to call his aces The Shield, in trying times they are his first reponse and his last resort.

"Hunter we all are here, we can commence with the debriefing." Roman adjusted his headset and he got on his laptop

"As you all know, Director Lauren Hall and her people had been killed here in New York recently. The few minutes I am speaking it's all I can spared for this debriefing, The Four Horsewomen has their findings and Sasha from C.S.I will be giving you the information." Hunter's gruff exhale is telling that this is something he would rather not deal with. "Sasha I am passing on to you. Hunter out."

"Ok guys Sasha here well the murder of the Director is connected to other Interpol operative killings, now totaled to be six incidents including this one. I am going to be sending out reports and the crime scene picture I took now. Please note this is the worst we've ever dealt with, I just need you to know what the hell we are dealing with." Sasha sends out the information, deafening silence later marred with retching and groaning. This was something that the hounds haven't dealt with before.

Roman quickly closed his laptop and began to lament "I am not the one to complain, but what in the hell was that? Those fucking guards barely look human anymore. Who the fuck did this?"

"Well Roman, Charlotte our criminal behavioral analyst and forensic psychologist looked at all reports from them six scenes and concluded that this is the work of the Apparition. Becky's autopsies noted a pattern of significant body injuries, Bayley couldn't find evidence that even linked the Apparition to the scene at all, and the pictures I took all shows the modus operandi of this executioner." Sasha informed. "Hunter wants you to track down the Apparitition, that's why you need to know this."

Dean shot up out his seat "Listen we've have done a ton of fucking missions, we do our jobs damn well but this here-" Dean paced around the room and continued."This here no human can do this only monsters, and another thing how the fuck are we gonna chase a ghost, it's said in the name Apparition. The motherfucker ain't real and don't exist." he shook his head furiously "This will take time we need and the time we don't fucking got."

Seth reaches after Dean to get him to sit down and dryly said "Sasha please continue."

"Thanks Seth, well Becky found that everyone was drugged with Carisoprodol, Cyclobenzaprine, Diazepam, and Zolpidem. All but Hall had the concoction in the same exact quantities, the amount of drugs were measured to be enough to subdue a larger than average adult male. Which means they were watching Hall and her people for an extended period of time." More sighing occurs. "Well lets get the fucked up part out the way now shall we. Hall's guards were discovered in her Martha's Vineyard home, all of them were found nude with ligature marks around the wrists, neck, and ankles. The cause of death were not strangulation, it was blunt force trauma and blood loss due to severe beatings."

"Hold up there is no blood found at the scene, but they had loss nearly five pints of blood for each body. Also there are ligature marks but no hands or feet-" Roman abruptly was cut off by Sasha

"I am getting to that just keep listing. Ok these men were all tortured. Their eyes, tongue, ears, teeth and noses were all removed when they were alive; feet and hands were removed after death. The most unsettling thing is that the times of death of the guard was twenty-four hours before The Director's death which will explain the clean up and that the killer knew what part of the house to kill them in and they went through and stole or destroyed several documents. The Director was found in Sunset Park, she had more sedatives in her system due to the fact Apparition waited to kill her, she died of simply put being gutted out. No ligature marks because she was crucified, and like the others eyes, tongue, teeth, ears, and nose removed as well."

"I just want to know, what did the documents pertain to? Maybe that can lead us to who could've possibly hired Apparition." Seth pointed out "That's how we-"

"We will catch this bastard!" Roman bluntly spat "They can be called a ghost, hell even disappear like one. But they are human like all of us here, they won't escape."

Dean patted Roman on the shoulder "Fucking Amen to that, brother!"

"Well Bayley has just got into the office, so I will put her on."Sasha scooted over to include Bayley in the webcam "Alrighty here she is."

"Well it took a good while to de-encrypt The Directors computer and sorted through her documents and the missing files involve this new rapidly growing, cartel from Cali, Colombia. In particular two men that are the suspected boss Carlos Hernandez and his right hand Leon Saldana. The computer was hacked by the Apparition and then the encryption method was redone by them too, it's a randomized encryption method."

"So it is safe to assume that these are the people we go after. We get them we can get Apparition." Roman announced

"It won't be that easy unfortunately, Roman. Apparition has someone that handles their contracts for them and contacting them is an absolute nightmare. At this point Apparition just became word of mouth and paper trails are non-existent. So Hernandez and Saldana wouldn't even know who even handled the contracts for them." Bayley interjected "Basically we could be in a long term operation and might not be able to find them."

"So let's just focus on the people we can go after first! Then let's just slowly draw them out, that's how we get the fucker!" Dean's proposal got him nods in agreement. "Has this ghost ever done protection detail? If we back these two dudes in a corner they will call on the Apparition for reinforcements. Since Charlotte does the profiling what are we looking for?"

Bayley pulls out a folder and flips through papers. "So Char has put together a profile of our most likely suspect. Male of ethnic European decent, 35-45 could be six feet or above but less than six foot five, former military, has some sort of medical background. May have come from an actually normal childhood, very well cared for as a child, and is highly educated but has been introduce to deviant behavior during his teens or twenties. The brutality in these cases shows that he is acting on some deranged fantasies propagated by an overt religious background. Sounds like the case with most serial killers honestly minus the good childhood. So this is what we are looking for. Char is always spot on with this so we are sure this guy is our guy."

"So we all in agreement to start going after these guys, back them in a corner, draw him out, and take down a cartel all in one fell swoop. Sounds good to me!" Dean shrugged his shoulders and grinned

"Well they are meeting with Angela Kallo, the Paris Hilton of the Mexican underworld. Apparently they will meet in Amsterdam during fashion week, so they are blending in with confusion and attending shows too." Roman points out. "We get them there. It's a plan"

Hours pass, the soft shuffling amplifies, things are being packed in bags and the hunt begins. Finding a ghost then dismantling a criminal organization all in one go, stress tainted with curiosity fills each of the minds of each of the men. What will they do when they catch him? Interrogation? Or just straight up destroy him like he did to their fellows? These decisions are Hunter's and Hunter's alone, the Hounds just have to catch the bastard, hogtie him, and drag him back to HQ by the damn ankles. Ten years of terror all around the world, how could a normal person become this? In all honesty could've been on the right side of history and the law joining Interpol but alas this is the life they chose. Daylight starts to break and the three men left their hotel and went to LaGuardia, some traffic hiccups here and there but leaving early is to prevent the panic, or most likely to not add more stress then they already have. The honking and incoherent yelling from other driver already frustrated in this early morning, the fury of others has put off the tiredness of the hounds until they pulled up at the airport entrance. Roman and Dean go wander off to find seats.

"Hey Seth, Dean and I are going to be here and take a quick nap." Roman looks at Dean quickly nodding off "So can you wake us up in an hour or so?"

"Sure man I got you. I'll just be wandering around and looking for some good coffee and just go over some things." Seth got his suitcase and proceeded to leave Roman and Dean to their rest.

Seth wandered and looked at the various stores, and just bought some gummy bears and other snacks for Roman and Dean so no gripes will be made when they wake up. The food court got his attention now, hunger caught his mind and moved his feet looking at different menus and avoiding long lines. A woman walking around cringing at the lines and making a beeline to a particular stall. 'Damn, who the hell dresses like that to the airport this early in the morning?' Seth decides to stare for a minute or two waiting for her to order her meal and sit down. She wore a light grey cropped long sleeved sweater that clearly displayed her ample bust,teal skinny jeans that hugged her hips, thighs, and ass beautifully, strappy lilac stilettos that were sharp enough to draw blood. He assess the rest of her; dark curly hair that pulled back into a ponytail,gold jewelry adorned her ears, hands, and neck complimenting her dark skin, and Louis Vuitton purse and luggage in tow. She was definitely a well kept woman, and everything on her body was not cheap at all.

-Probably a socialite, living off her family's money. Or maybe Daddy's money.- Seth though this as he noticed she didn't order yet, she was just standing there fiddling with her glasses and staring blankly at the menu board. Seth decided to take this opportunity and see what's this woman's deal.

"Having trouble seeing cutie pie?" Seth's inquiry was initially answer with a confused stare that he felt wander from head to toe. Seth slightly smirked, he has never had a woman stare at him out of confusion.

-Why is she confused? Did I startle her?-

Her mouth parted to speak a deep womanly voice came out. "Yeah I just have trouble adjusting to my glasses, I should move out your way so you can order." She moved out of the way.

-Ok she really can't see maybe helping her would be a way to start a conversation with her, just can't press too much.-

"Tell me what you want to eat I'll see if it's on the menu and I'll order it for you." Seth received a nod and an ever so slight smile.

-Ok there is the smile! I got in good, now time to ask questions.-

"Well I would like pancakes, link sausages, veggie omelette, grits with sugar, salt and pepper, and 2 extra large black coffees.Please and thank you. I'll stay right here so I can pay for the meal." The conviction in her voice told Seth that she is serious about this order.

-Damn that's a lot. Should I even ask why so much? I see that she is sure but I am just so damn curious.-

"Well then little lady, lucky for you everything is there. But are you planning to carry half of that on the plane? Also the 2 cups of coffee I know its early sweety but that's so much for little ol' you." Seth question didn't bode well with her the look in her eyes was enough for him to think.

-Oh shit I pissed her off. I will never ask about her eating habits again.-

" Here is the cash, thank you again for this. I will tell you, no I am not planning to take any food on the plane, that's quite odd and I will eat it all here. Is that why you looked so surprised earlier? Have you never seen a woman eat more than a miniature salad and sparkling salt water?"

-Mini salads and sparkling salt water? Damn does she really has to say it like that? And that accent, is she Southern, Eastern, and Russian? Must have been living abroad. She sounds so odd and it shows when she's mad.-

"Nope,I'll pay for it,I got myself something too. Also I am curious to see what it is like to be around a woman that doesn't eat mini salads and sparkling salt water,as you put it. So put your suitcase there and we will eat." Seth simply pointed at the table, swiped his card, and hand her meal and walked to the table with her. And those strappy lilac heels started to clack.

-She's still walking with those damn shoes on? I know her feet hurt but she's moving quick.-

Seth quickly checks the time on his watch making sure he has enough time to quickly eat and learn more about this mysterious woman. He noticed that she quickly set up her meal and was eating, her proper handling of the plastic cutlery showed that she was educated on etiquette adding to his assumption that she is just an acerbic rich girl. All business and extremely straightforward, Seth has even more questions about her. Joining her at the table he starts to eat his food, and just couldn't help but to look at her, Seth's stare intensely, only broken by grabbing one of the coffees. The woman quickly glared at Seth and seemed irritated maybe by her coffee being taken from her. Roman and Dean wake up from their nap a bit early, looking around for Seth and the need for breakfast had quickly became a priority. Well their 'gut instinct' had led them to Seth and the sight of a woman accompanying him is not unusual, but this woman is just quite different, she is keeping to herself and not fawning over him in the slightest. Roman and Dean looked at each other.

"Damn Roman she ain't into him at all."

"Dean you're right the food got more of her interest than he does."Roman chuckles at the statement. "Speaking of we should go over there and get something to eat really."

"I am really fucking hungry, shit I bet Seth didn't buy us shit again, but he is eating breakfast with a woman he don't know." Dean fumed at the sight "I bet he bought it too."

"Well as I said before we can just get something to eat. And watch Seth fail miserably with this woman he is trying to hit on." Roman adjust his duffle bag shoulder strap and proceeds to walk over to the table, Dean follows still grumbling.

Seth looks up and internally curses, Roman and Dean woke up early and the chances of cracking the case on the mystery woman has become slim to none. Seth speeds up his eating in the preparation of Dean swooping in and ravaging his food like a starving vulture. Dean reaches the table quite quickly and proceeds to eat off of Seth's plate, Roman gets the seat next to the woman.

"Damn it get the fuck away from my food man." Seth spats

"Well get your ass up and buy me some." Dean grinned as he barked orders

"I am not doing a damn thing. You can do it on your own." Seth snatches his food and moves it to the other side of him.

Roman just simply shook his head in embarrassment and noticed that the woman paid none of the men any mind, no reaction to the bickering, not even reacting to him sitting next to her. She was truly unbothered, quite impressive but maybe she has something on her mind, or the opposite nothing at all. Roman studied her momentarily he figures she must be introverted and highly pragmatic. Dean's voice broke Roman's train of thought and caught his attention.

"So are you really eating breakfast without getting us anything?" Dean started to snatch more of Seth's food. Seth moved quicker and slapped his hand making him hiss at the pain. Dean directs his attention to the woman. "Oh hello there darlin' what are you doing having breakfast with him?"

The woman was somewhat taken aback by the interacts of the men. Dean's hand reached across the table and tapped Roman.

"Hey Big Dog he's having breakfast with her and bought us nothing. What do you think of that?"

"You know what Ambrose that doesn't seem quite right to me. We are quite hurt Rollins, friends no brothers don't do this to each other." Roman put his hand over his heart and lowered and shook his head. He looked over to the woman. So tell me missy did our brother here con you into spending breakfast with him?"

Seth sucked his teeth and shook his head. "Whoa there Reigns you really think I conned her? Now you wound me!" Seth pointed his fork at Roman, then having to slap Dean's hand once again. Seth is at his wits end and his chances with the woman is over, the bickering with Dean and Roman has put a stop to all of that.

"Honestly I do, she looks like a woman that wouldn't give you the time of day." Seth rolled his eyes at Roman's word, they did sting him a bit. Roman proceeded to wound Seth's ego."Miss, how did he get you to sit with him? He definitely approached you, cause women like you don't be around guys like him."

The woman opened her mouth and softly spoke "I had trouble seeing the menu, he offered to help me order and then just ultimately bought my meal. He bought himself something to eat as well so we ate together." She went to drink her coffee and briefly paused and spoke again. "If you two are hungry will I will get you something to eat if you want?"

Roman took notice of her expression and then saw Seth give him that 'I told you so' smug look that he has come to be annoyed by. But she has offered breakfast unprovoked and without any motive, so she can't be that bad. Dean's eyes lit up at the mention of her buying them food.

"Lady you just made my day!" The woman jumps a little as Dean fiercely proclaims his excitement."See Rollins why couldn't you be more like her? You don't ever buy us breakfast until we break you down. Shit we just met her and she just offered no problem!" Seth rolled his eyes at the statement as he considers keeping the snacks he bought to himself. The woman drinks her coffee and starts to get up to throw her cup away.

"Ok I'm am ready to buy your food now" She stood and waited for the three men to get up and briskly walks to the stall with her luggage in tow. Searching through her purse she pulls out cash counting it as Dean and Roman order their food.

"One large omelette platter with extra bacon and extra sausage add scrambled eggs. Also a medium plain coffee." The woman pursed her lips together as she hears Roman's order and shifted her eyes to Dean

"Jumbo Belgian waffle platter extra bacon, toasted bagel with butter and jam, and coffee with cream and six sugars." Dean's request had gotten a response from the woman.

"Sugar and caffeine sir. Do you think that could make you quite jittery? Seeing as you are bright eyed, bushy tailed and quite hyper so early in the morning as is." She cut her eye at Dean who was somewhat taken aback by the woman's questioning, more so the implication that he didn't need the energy not knowing the restless night Dean has had.

Dean bent down to stare the woman in the eyes throwing back a retort of his own. "Well little missy, caffeine and sugar are things I need. And no I won't be jittery darlin'"

"Um. Your total will be $34.57,cash or card." The cashier dry tone and general confusion broke the stare-down.

"I'll be paying cash, thank you." The woman handed the cashier a fifty dollar bill and refusing the change. "The rest is your tip, keep it and please have a good day." She flashed a fierce and quick glare at Dean, then later Roman silently chiding him for his giggling at the short and strange exchange of quips. She walked away leaning against a adjacent wall where Seth approaches her.

"I bought you food, you've met my brothers and you know my name. This relationship seems like it's escalating quickly, sweety." Seth put his elbow on the shorter woman's shoulder,she pushes his elbow. Seth crosses his arms, looking at the woman up and down."So what is your name, and you have expensive taste I see. From the shoes, clothes, accessories, even the way your nails are done. What do you do?"

She looks up at him visibly displeased and the sucks her teeth before answering him. "My name is Griselda Brunswick, I run a fashion blog and do consulting and buying for various fashion houses. My appearance is key to my money, either dress the part or get ripped apart."

-Yikes, must've struck a chord with her, I guess she doesn't like talking about her life. But that name is unique, her job makes sense, and apparently she doesn't live off of her family's cash. Hmm.-

"Hmm the name Griselda isn't a name I come across often, it's quite strong. But it suits you I like it a lot. My first name is Seth by the way." Seth initiated a hand shake that she firmly accepts. Surprising Seth her strength was unexpected but gave Seth a spark and as Griselda let go of his hand it left him wanting more, the odd coolness and pressure of her grasp leaving his warm hands leaving a faint imprint on it. Her phone rang diverting Griselda's full attention from him to the device slightly making him jealous.

"Hello Auntie, how are you?" Seth watched Griselda happily talk into her phone and that soft smile that showed a glimpse of her long canine teeth, bunny like front teeth with a slight gap, and prominent overbite. He stared a bit longer until his own phone vibrated and caught his attention distracting him from the woman next to him.Seth scrolls through his phone buying tickets for fashion week and going over his plane ticket and departure time. The hotel rooms had been booked but the Imperial suite that they need as their headquarters was already taken, moving sensitive information from room to room is risky but there is nothing that can be done.

"That lecture wasn't necessary, but I appreciate it. After this I'll take a break from work I promise. Love you too auntie." Griselda looks to the three men as they head back to their table. "I am going to be leaving now, I need to make my flight for work." She waved then perched her bag on her shoulder and got her luggage briskly walking.

"See you" Roman smiled and waved back

"Thanks for the food!" Dean called to her while continuing to eat

"Hope to see you soon Griselda, but until then adieu." Seth lowering his voice and grinning at her. She rolled her eyes and walked off into the crowd forming at the checkpoint.

Seth sits at the table with the two other men as they continue to eat."Well I got her name, Griselda Brunswick and apparently she works in fashion."

"I am actually shocked that she gave you her name and she told you her occupation too, truly shocking." Roman put his elbow on the table,resting his head on his hand. "So tell me what did you assume about this woman? Is she what you thought she was?"

"Honestly Roman I thought she was either some sugar baby or a bratty rich girl. She is quite blunt and I want to learn more about her, usually I am right in my assumptions but she threw me for a loop." Seth checks the time on his watch and rubbed his eyes.

Dean swallows his food and added his piece to the conversation. "She is cool for buying us food but her saying that I didn't need the coffee I did take some offense. Like she wasn't quite gentle about it either." Shrugging his shoulders. "But she ain't too bad but there is a thing of being too straightforward.

About an hour and half passes before Seth checks his watch again, getting up and stretching out. "Hey guys time to get to the checkpoint." getting his bags and scopes out the terminal and the closest checkpoint to it.

"We are on pre-check?" Dean questioned

Roman getting up and walking off gaining a head start on the other two men "Yea we are, so let's go so we can get this shit over with."

The men get to the checkpoint get their pat-downs and bags searched, promptly after they retrieve their bags. Checking in at the airline desk with nearly a half an hour to spare. Boarding the plane signals the beginning of their mission, finding a needle in a haystack and eliminating kingpins that are targeting their people. Not knowing half of their battle and then adding the fact that hundreds of people will be in the way as they work, they could either be potential casualties that or the very people that they need to eliminate. The men load the overhead storage and adjust in their seats, Seth pulls out the treats purchased in the airport and passes them to Roman and Dean.

"Don't ever say that I don't get y'all anything ever again." Seth scoffed shaking his head. "Shit I just am surprised that Griselda stuck around through all of that childishness."

"Seth that can't be her name in my opinion it's too out there. Like it could be her actual name or most likely she just made up some shit to get you off her back?" Dean taunting as he turned around looking Seth and Roman in the face. Seth leaning in biting his lip in annoyance. "I bet you she lied, and I can put money on that."

Roman aiming to be the voice of reason suggested a sound solution."She said she is in fashion right? Just look up her name and find her blog and who she has worked for fashion is a pretty mainstream so if she is who she say she is then it can't be hard find out. The best in fashion would have a lot a publicity so lets look her up." Roman gets out his phone and pulls up Google."What's her full name?"

"Her name is Griselda Brunswick. She told me she's a blogger, consultant, and buyer for fashion companies. That's all I got." Seth stated still looking at Dean hoping that he wasn't right.

"Wait Griselda is first name? Since she never gave you a spelling I will just assume it's the traditional spelling." Roman retorted as he typed. "Well Dean you said you would put money on the bet. So how much you willing to cough up?" Roman's quipped earned Dean's attention

"Shit don't tell me she actually told the truth!" Dean hit his seat as he whined and pointed at Seth."Damn you are so fucking lucky."

"The blog called 'Hanging By A Thread' is shared with two other women one is Eileen Faber-Davidson, a supermodel, wife, mother, and talent scout. The other woman is Hildegarde Sigrid, a columnist for multiple news publications, tattoo artist as well as enthusiast, and has collaborated with different designers."

Seth grinned and cackled as Dean had to retreat to in wallow in his shame. "So do tell are you paying me now or do you want to do a payment plan?"

"Oh shut the fuck up." Dean takes Roman's phone looking at the various pictures on the blog of the three women at various events. A huff escapes Dean as he gives back the phone and slides down in his seat. "I really wish she did lie to you so your cocky ass wouldn't Waluigi laugh in my goddamn face, 'bout to bust my damn eardrums. We are in first class for a reason, to have some peace and damn quiet" Dean's fuming amused Roman as Seth kept poking the hornet's nest by relishing his victory.

"Hello, this is Sadie your flight attendant we are about to take off in 5 so please buckle your seat belts and enjoy your flight."

Clicking and clanking from so few seat belts in various parts of the cabin was the only sound heard. Faint whirling of the propellers was in the background as the plane begins to take off, uncomfortable turbulence momentarily persist until the altitude stabilizes. Nearly an hour into the flight the rush of energy fades causing Dean to fall asleep with his soft snoring revealing how truly tired he was. Later Seth preps his neck pillow and pursues his rest, as he finishing up his studying of the blog, learning what to do and how to keep conversation outside of food and vision issues with Griselda. Roman simply just went over the operation details and just tried to create a plan to how to focus on Saldana, Hernandez, and Kallo to just end their operations and hopefully draw out their real target. Hours passed by as the plane glided effortlessly in the air until they were near Amsterdam. The vibration, rattling, and general discomfort filled the plane again as the metal bird descended onto the runway. The flight attendant droned on the P.A system but was drowned out by each of the men waking up and slowly working out of the drowsiness. The plane landed and the hoard of people filed off the plane the got their luggage and followed suit. Entering the airport through the terminal they find themselves in the same situation as they had just left;they are tired, hungry, and wading through a sea of humans in an airport. Finding food was a priority and they got it, a random burger stall provided the quick fix they need and they sat down at a table and ate.

Dean got on his phone while eating his burger. "Still ringing sheesh hurry up and pick up the phone." The ringing stops and a grunt is heard on the phone. "Sup' Hunter just letting you know that we are here."

"Ok thanks for the update. So there's a going to be a car to pick you guys up and get you three to the hotel."

"Alright thanks Hunter I will let them know and we will be on our way there soon."

"Sounds good Dean alright, Hunter out." The click on the other end of the phone signaled the end of the conversation. "Well boys we got a ride waiting so we need to bust our asses, get to the hotel and set up." Dean stood up threw his trash away and rubbed his hands together then picked up his bag. "Time to get this show on the road."

Dean scanned to find the quickest way to get out the airport leaving Roman and Seth behind. As Dean rushed through he ran in the back of a man and still tried to get past him. He was close to his height, Asian, obviously younger, and a bit slimmer than him, wearing a black wool and shearling coat, black turtleneck, plaid pants, and feather necklace.The man looked Dean in the face irritated grabbed Dean's collar and licked his lips before getting into Dean's face.

"So you aren't gonna' fucking say excuse me? No apology either asshole?" The man's dark, almond eyes narrowed as he confronts Dean

"Well I was going to but, since you want to be a dick about it, then no you ain't gettin' shit out of me." Dean spat smirking at the man

"Oh really motherfucker, that's how you gonna play it? I outta' knock that smug ass look off your face" The younger man's already heavy accent became even more pronounced as he clenched his fist drawing back his arm.

Dean closed the already small distance between them "Listen here little boy and listen real fucking good. You are tryin' my damn patience and I do not want to have to fuck you up in this goddamn place in front of these people." The two men and their confrontation was getting stares and whispers. Seth and Roman approached the men, being beat by another mystery man who broke them up.

"Hey hey hey we ain't gonna' do this shit alright. Yuri let him go and get out his face." The new man was slightly taller, African-American, stylishly dressed in a jean outfit with embroidery adorning his jacket and pants, bright crimson sneakers, white shirt, gloves, and crosses dangling from his neck and ears.

Seth and Roman reached Dean while intensely staring at the two younger men before them as Yuri is being held back by his friend. The five men just stand and stare at each other with people figuring their way to avoid them.

"What the fuck is going on here? You better listen to your friend." Seth stepped in front of Dean inching towards the men, Roman catches Dean and Seth to prevent anymore issues from arising. Yuri started to get in Seth's face pushing past his friend and a phone rang, the friend answers his cell not talking just nodding.

"Bruh, Yuri just fuck it we gotta' go." Yuri walks off yanking his luggage behind him."I apologize for my friend, this shit didn't need to escalate like that." The friend leaves rushing after Yuri looking back "Again I am so fucking sorry for that y'all" The man disappears and the trio regains their composure.

"Dean what the fuck was that? We are here on a damn job and you about to fight some damn kid in an airport!" Roman scolded Dean and then turned to Seth before he could say anything "And you just gonna hop in and try to fight too? This ain't fucking grade school now get y'alls shit so we can leave."

The men leave the airport find their ride in the pick up circle waiting for them, they put their bags in the trunk. Roman sat int the front seat, Seth and Dean were in the rear shuffling as they put on their seat belts. The ride was silent. No speaking, phone ringing, or even radio. Only the rumbling of the wheels riding on the streets and the revving and running of the motor. The driver took side streets quickly making their way to the hotel and circumventing traffic to the best of their abilities, in forty-five minutes they made it to the hotel. The trio got their bags and headed through the doors, the obscenely gaudy marble and mirrored gold lobby was bright and gleaming reflecting light ever which way. Heading to the concierge desk they confirmed reservations one by one, getting their keys and looking at the people around the lobby ranging from stylish to tacky. They headed towards the gold corridor and waited for an elevator to head to their floor, five minutes passed and an elevator came and they got into it. Nearing the 13th floor, Dean shook his head.

"The 13th floor is where we are staying? So this may be a sign that we may have some bad luck coming our way, seeing as we already have some bullshit going on already seeing as, you know we are hunting a ghost and shit." Dean's lamenting maybe a side effect of the argument with the man earlier in the airport. The elevator dinged and the 13th floor was revealed to them, the theme of gold and glitz carried to the hallway. "So let's just get ourselves together and go to the show to scope out the area, since all of the shows will be in the same venue."

"Ok sounds good let's meet downstairs in 30."Seth interjected and Roman nodded in agreement.

The three men went their separate ways and regrouped in the lobby later. Roman's hair was slicked back into a ponytail had a navy linen suit, powder blue button up shirt, and dark tan loafers. Dean wore an all black cotton suit adjusting his collar in the mirrored surface in the lobby. Seth's cool heather grey cotton silk suit with a black shirt in the same silk material, he work his thick glasses and had his hair in a high bun. So many people filled the lobby and across the room Seth saw the two young men from the airport. Dean walked up to Seth and stared at him for a few seconds before speaking.

"Seth what are you staring at?"Dean looked in the same direction and the anger shone through."That little bitch from the airport is here eh? And with his friend too." Dean kept eyeing the two men as other people buzzed around them, a woman hugged the friend and then later the man know as Yuri.

Seth scoffs as he recognizes the woman hugging Yuri "Are you fucking kidding me? Is Griselda friends with those dudes?"

Roman showed his phone to Dean and Seth, the latter who sucked his teeth and rolled his eyes."Yea she is friends with them and they are models in the two of the shows this week. The man you two were going to fight is Yul Sukhbaatar and the friend is Ulysses Duke."Roman sees pictures of the men on the blog and social media hanging with various well known public personas. "Just stay away from them ok. It would be more trouble than it's worth, we work in the shadow and knocking out a damn pretty boy is the last thing we need."

A black SUV appeared for the men out front of the hotel, doors open the men get in. Yet again riding around the city, parts of the city not visible in a tourist guide book passed by the windows. The ride seem like it took forever and a day, the traffic was grotesque but the stress made time a foreign concept, the reality and imagination blurred together. The slowing up of the car indicates either they are at a stop sign or at their destination, the car pulled off once more. The continuing stop and go means that they are not anywhere near close to the end, a metaphor for the road ahead for them in their quest to serve justice and give closure to people who have had love ones snatched from them and the multitude of people who are fearing a faceless murderer.

"Gentleman we're here. I will let Hunter know that you have arrived." The driver declared.

A unified "Thanks" was the last thing said before the truck doors closed and the men head in to the attend the first round of shows for the week long event. Roman walked off to quickly survey the premises, he worked way through people and vanished behind some bushes. Dean and Seth stuck together sipping drinks, mingling with the random people aiming to get any scrap of information that could determine when exactly the three targets will show up. But majority of the conversation was mindless and vapid much like the people they were talking to. Seth spotted Griselda and left Dean to his devices leaving him alone, rushing over to her spontaneously grabbing her waist spinning her around to face him, hugging her. Seth looked in her eyes for a moment before speaking.

"Oh how I missed you!"

The embrace was quickly broken by a strong shove and a face of shock and anger. "Who the hell do you think you are, touching me like that?" Seth ran his eyes over Griselda head to toe. She warned him."Keep your eyes to yourself you ass."

"You look stunning even when you are pissed off at me." Licking his lips staring at her. "Well I am here because, I wanted to see what these shows were about and this seems somewhere I might see you again, and lo and behold, my wish came true."

"So I assume your friends are here too? You three seem like y'all are joined at the hip." She crossed her arms her expression fierce and tone stark

"You guessed right my brothers are here with me,but I got away from them when I saw you." A waifish blonde woman cleared her throat and came closer behind Griselda eyeing Seth.

"So lover boy, what are you doing clinging to my friend?" The blonde asked a question but demanded an answer, then grumbled a word that escapes Seth's knowledge. "äpärä."

Griselda turned to the blonde behind her and spokes "Well this is the guy I met in New York, this is-."

Seth quickly cut her off, remembering she knows who he really is. "I am Tyler Black, my apologies for interrupting you earlier. I am a new acquaintance of Grisleda's" He smiled at the two women. "Where are my manners?"

The blonde barked "Good question Mr. Black, where are they?" A redhead who went straight to the two women and another blonde arrived who looked at Seth grinning not paying attention to the three women talking.

"Hey you two!" The redhead chimed and looked at Seth in confusion."Uh hello to you too." She began to shake his hand.

The other blonde seductively strutted over wedging herself between Griselda and Seth "Hello all." Her introduction sounded close to a moan, her hand was held out to be adorned with kisses."And Hello to you sir. Haven't seen you here before."

Seth hesitated then shook the woman's hand, she seem shocked and somewhat displeased "Tyler Black, pleasure to meet you both." Turning to shake the redhead's hand as well, looked at his watch, and got his final eye full of Griselda."I have to go at the moment, I will see you soon."

Seth walking away from the crowd ran into reuniting with Roman. "Seth I saw that whole thing go down. Luckily you made sure she didn't put your name out their but she knows who we really are and has become somewhat of a liability."

"Roman I know, but the only way to deal with it now is to actually keep an eye on her. It is what got me into this situation in the first place but we can use it to our advantage." The men's phones beeped, Seth quickly checks the message Dean sent ."Ok well keeping an eye on her starts now Dean is already in the show and got our seats next to Brunswick and her people. Let's go meet him."

"Ok sounds good, but Seth you better be right about this. We didn't plan for some random woman to be on our radar because we were reckless, maybe Dean was right being on the 13th floor may have cursed us. Bullshit just keeps piling on our plate." Roman statement got a scoff from Seth and both men proceeded to head to the show.

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