Whenever a law enforcement officer discharges his weapon in some place other than the range-he has to file a use of force report. Whenever a mage or shaman summons spirits in an offensive manner, and it is publicly observed and reported (and said mage or shaman wants to keep on the right side of the law) a use of force report is required.
While this is not required for their friends and families, when they are involved, there's always paperwork, statements and investigations.
When a team of would be 'enforcers' attacks a gathering of family members, it's usually the formula for tragedy. Lord knows, the last time something like this happened it was a very bad experience we'd managed to survive due to luck, ingenuity and a lot of plain stubborn.
We learned from that and this time well, let's just say their remotes were easily downed magically, their mages were confronted physically and their muscle was met with magic and a whole lot of fire power.
They didn't stand a chance. At least now the Feds have some people to question in regards to Mitchell's 'situation.'
Is it really nepotism when you're hiring 'family' because they're a known quantity and you already trust them with your life? How about if it wasn't your idea?
Charlie has offered a job in my protection detail/SRT team to Philip. The fact that he's more than a passable medic in own right helps. And let's face it, when I first met him there was a mutual degree of protection and medical care provided.
Is it really nepotism when they're accepted as family even if they aren't legally family?
Part of me says I should object, but the more sensible parts of me are pretty much shouting 'if he says yes, do not let him go… if he says maybe… give him pleading eyes; if he says no, let Bri give him 'pouty-face… no one can resist 'pouty face''.
There is a third voice-the one that says 'don't let him endanger himself for you' but it is way too late to listen to that voice. It's how he got into the family in the first place.
Is it really nepotism when you know if he takes the job, you can actually go back to doing your job?
I have been assured that it is not nepotism, especially since it wasn't my idea, or my final decision. I didn't even have a real say in the matter. According to Philip "You're the little sister-so don't even think I'm going to listen to anything you have to say."
At least he had the sense not to tell me not to worry.
It's so not fair. Matt, Al and even Andy were like that. They'd gang up on me like no-body's business deciding what I would do, if anything. At least with my new family the in fighting is kept to a minimum. To be fair it's pretty much limited to pranks and creative acts 'vengence.' With the boys, there was usually some degree of blood shed involved.
I was trying to think of some creative way of getting even when Nathan headed up to bed. He'd managed to open the bedroom door when there was a faint rumble and the closet door gave way to the pressure of the accumulated stiffed ferret-like toys in the closet.
One minute I was plotting revenge, the next a litter of plush toys came tumbling down the stairs and mom was staring at me.
It is so not fair.
They say there's no place like home, but let me tell you there's no home like home.
I just wish I was there now. Case says next week but let's face it after the incidents Saturday…
I mean, we're still filling out paperwork and talking to investigators but a girl can dream. I want my bed, my tub… my cat.
I mean… we do have to work on Bri's birthday request.
I'm not sure what's going on but… even I can feel it. Mom Walker and Jonathan have been talking privately a lot more than I'm used to. Nathan kept eyeing his groupies and Bri just shook her head.
Sometimes I really feel like I need subtitles to figure out what's going on around here. When I got home from work Mom and Trina were cooking for something very special tomorrow. I was able to figure out that it was for Nathan's fan club but again-no one's talking.
So-I'm on the outside looking in and not getting any of it.
Tonight was a flash back to Gwen's funeral: a celebration of a life cut short. I was trying to figure out who'd died when I felt a cold chill go through me. The gathering was for Dillon and Annie.
I think the only other people who were surprised were the guests of honor. I hadn't really noticed that Nathan's odd acceptance wasn't just dealing graciously with their attention. He knew they hadn't survived the shootings.
It made me all the more thankful for those people gathered to celebrate their lives, my adopted family. They had cared for these two who had no one else to mark their passing. They eased them into accepting what had happened and together we mourned.
It figures we'd find two people denser than I am and they're dead. I wish them well.
I had a long talk with Mom Walker today. I don't know which bothered me more: the fact that I hadn't figured out about Nathan's groupies-how they were always able to get onto the island… the fact that they never went anywhere other than where Nathan was going or the fact that no one told me.
She smiled and shook her head. "Jessica… We were busy working to find a good way to send them on their way… no one told you because they never thought to tell you."
When I asked why it took so long to send them home she simply told me "they had to be ready."
I've always known that attitude and determination can help you survive something. I never thought about the fact that it could also keep you from accepting you hadn't: just something more to keep me awake at night.
Copyright 2010 M.T. Decker