Because he was only pre-selected, the BAU's action team is still being reassembled. Therefore, before the FBI's internal procedures are completed, Jack will have to work at the LAPD for another six months, and then, like Hannah, go to Quantico for a five-month training program.
Only after Jack passes the test and officially becos an FBI agent will he be assigned to the BAU. According to Maureen, this is considered rapid progress within the federal bureaucracy.
This isn't bad; for now, Jack goes to Hannah's house once a month to look after her house and mow the lawn to prevent holess people from taking over. In four months, it will be her turn to look after Jack's house.
Shortly after the holiday ended, Nolan and Lucy passed their rookie exams with high marks and successfully beca full-fledged officers.
Jack's luxurious kitchen finally opened for business, and a al of spicy food successfully sent Tim and Nolan to the proctology departnt of the central hospital, a fitting revenge.
Nolan, true to his role as the protagonist, unexpectedly benefited from the misfortune, receiving ticulous care from Dr. Carrie. Seeing their relationship progressing rapidly, Jack sincerely hoped they wouldn't cause any more trouble, this old fla had a good chance of ending up together.
As for the tough guy Tim, previously locked up with infected individuals and believing he was dood, he revealed his softer side to Lucy. Now, this embarrassing incident landed him in the hospital again, his tough-guy image crumbling, and their relationship progressed rapidly.
The terrorist attack and two LAPD dals added 6 system coins to Jack's account. After much hesitation, Jack gritted his teeth and, according to his previous plan, used 15 of his existing 16 system coins: 5 points on psychology, gaining master-level psychology skills, and 10 points on master-level healing skills.
He then notified the accountant; everything was ready, awaiting his visit.
Angela was even more elated than Jack lately. After their Hawaiian vacation, Wesley, a promising lawyer and rich kid, officially beca her fiancé. Her detective internship was also going well, and she had already started working on cases.
"Looks like the days of you and patrolling the streets together like today won't last much longer," Jack said to Angela in the passenger seat as he drove. He couldn't tell anyone that he might be leaving the LAPD, so he couldn't be as carefree as Angela every day.
"Don't worry, once I officially beco a detective, I'll ask to be assigned to you as my assistant. You're the LAPD's rising star now; even pretty girls at the command center have been asking about you."
"If we're talking about rising stars, Nolan is the real star. Commander Grey recently assigned him to a night shift detective, and he's already helping with the investigation," Jack said, his words betraying his true feelings through a smile.
Just then, a report ca through the walkie-talkie from the command center: "Patrol car 7-A-26, residential silent alarm, manually triggered, multiple ergency calls for help."
Angela quickly picked up the walkie-talkie and replied, "Patrol car 7-A-26, responding."
Because it was a silent alarm, Jack turned off the siren before reaching the destination.
The location of the alarm was a sizable garden villa with several sensors mounted on a three-ter-high wall. A sturdy iron gate stood at the front, topped with a visual doorbell.
The two arrived at the gate, only to find it securely locked. Angela pointed to the visual doorbell, its cara location covered by a piece of electrical tape.
"Try the back door."
Jack pulled out his Glock, and the two cautiously made their way along the wall to the back of the house, finding the small back door open.
"A burglary?" Having successfully entered the villa, Jack asked in a low voice, keeping an eye on the surroundings.
"Possibly. Be careful, cover each other while searching."
Angela was on the left, Jack on the right, searching from the living room connecting to the backyard towards the front hall.
In the hallway leading to the foyer, Jack noticed a wooden door on the wall, which looked like a storage room. The door was locked from the outside, and indistinct groans could be heard coming from inside. He and Angela exchanged a glance and shouted, "Police, open the door now, hands out!"
Jack pointed his gun at the door, and Angela opened it from the side.
A middle-aged white woman, completely naked, with her hands tied behind her back and her mouth gagged, lay on the floor. Another middle-aged white man, presumably her husband, also had his hands tied behind his back and his mouth gagged. He whimpered excitedly when he saw Jack.
Jack quickly turned around, and after Angela took off her coat and draped it over the woman, he put away his gun, untied them, and removed the rags from their mouths.
"What happened? What happened?" The middle-aged man, his head covered in blood and his eyes swollen and bruised, was extrely agitated as he shouted to Jack in a trembling voice.
"They insulted Marilyn and Jeff. They took Jeff away. Our son has been kidnapped."
"There were two kidnappers. They went upstairs. I heard gunshots."
Seeing that he was agitated and sowhat incoherent, Jack tried to calm him down.
"Don't panic. Speak slowly. You're safe now. How long has your son been gone?"
"20 minutes to half an hour."
Angela picked up the walkie-talkie and reported to the command center: "Unauthorized entry, suspected hostage situation. We are searching the entire house."
Jack pulled out his Glock again and turned to the two, instructing them: "Stay here and don't move."
There weren't many rooms on the second floor of the villa. Only the bedroom door at the end of the corridor was closed.
This ti, Angela provided cover while Jack stepped forward and gently pushed open the slightly ajar door with his foot.
A strong sll of blood wafted out. A teenager of about sixteen or seventeen years old lay on his side on the carpet in front of the bed, most of the carpet stained with blood.
Jack didn't rush forward. Instead, he walked along the wall, checking the bedroom and bathroom before calling out to Angela, who was standing guard at the door, "Safe!"
Angela holstered her gun and went to check the man's neck for a pulse. Both of them knew that with that much blood loss, the man was unlikely to survive.
"Jeff?" a soft voice called from behind, trembling slightly.
"No, Jeff!!!"
Jack quickly grabbed the middle-aged white man who lunged at him, preventing him from getting too close to the body.
"Calm down, calm down, please accept my condolences."
Jack held the devastated father tightly, offering quiet words of comfort.
"It's already happened. You need to calm down. Your wife needs you."
Jack knew he was just spouting nonsense; words were futile against a grieving victim.
Half an hour later, Commander Grey arrived at the scene and questioned Angela and Jack about what had happened.
"Tell … what happened?"
Angela pulled out her notebook. "The victim is seventeen-year-old Jeff Christine. He had a bullet hole in his back, but we haven't examined it closely yet."
"Are there any other victims?"
"Yes, the victim's parents, Matt and Marilyn Christine, were both beaten. The wife may have also been sexually assaulted."
Commander Gray frowned, gesturing for the two to co to the door, and lowered his voice.
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