The Profile

[SA Dr. John Clark]

Meanwhile, Clark quickly made a phone call. "Brud? Don't use names, but you should recognize my voice from Camp Perry. Anyway, I have a new badge and a new identity, and I'm in town with a chance to see about settling up on that BBQ you owe me from last year's Nationals... name's Clark now, FBI, I'm in town working a case and would really appreciate your help--I have a couple partners in tow, but I've advised them to be on best behavior and let me do the early talking..."

He listened to the voice on the other end for a few minutes, then laughed. "Great! We'll be there in a few minutes, and I have a shopping list too. See ya soon, amigo," and disconnected.

"Gents, I would urge you to remember that you're about to be pilgrims in a strange land--if you take an attitude of trying to learn about my people and our culture, show them that you're after one particular dirtbag and what he's done to deserve it but otherwise just want to get along with the rest of the community... well, a little effort to build understanding goes a long way, wouldn't y'all agree?"

[SSA Dr. Spencer Reid]

Spencer raised an eyebrow.

"Yes, I suppose." He climbed out of the Suburban, and headed for the building. He stopped outside of the gunshop, waiting for one of the others to take the lead.

[hotch]

Hotch gathered Quinn and JJ.

"JJ, I need you to gather the media. Quinn, you will give the profile. Now, the reporters may ask you questions. You can answer them or not, but try to remain calm. Sometimes, they can be rather annoying."

[tempchara1]

JJ nodded.

"Yes, sir." She fell out of line, and turned away, heading for the phone bank. She had already made a list of local reporters, newspapers, and independent rags, and so she was able to begin right away.

[emily]

Emily watched JJ step out of line and go work her magic with the media. Without her, Emily didn't know how they'd keep the reporters under control. She was such a vital person on their team, thankfully she hadn't left for too long.

She followed her team, led by Hotch, waiting to be assigned something to do since she had done her previous task.

[irishcsi73]

Shauna nodded in reply, then followed J.J. over to were the media would be gathering, as she waited, Shauna thought back to the public speaking class she took at NYU, remembering what the professor told them about speaking in front of a large crowd, Shauna closed her eyes and took a deep breath, calming her nerves

[Site Administration]

As he drove, listening to Paisley and Sandra, he managed to sneak in " Good Work" before she hung up. He picked up the speed making turns left and right to find their destination, The Main Fire Department. He looked at Sandra,"I worked in the Nashville FO since I was 26, I had just recently moved here, to DC I mean" Before long they had arrived outside the Fire Department. He wanted to check out his Tablet to get all the info on this Ben character, He then stepped out of the car and waited for Sandra .

[SA Sandra Hilshire]

"Oh, okay..."
Sandra just got out of the car and took out her tablet.
Then, she silently mentioned: "Taking care of someone suffering from dementia would definitely take a lot of time. And since it sounds like his mother is the only close person he has, it wouldn't be easy for him to just get her institutionalised, right? Well, it just sounds like the best explanation."

[TA Paisley Gregg]

Paisley phoned first Sandra and then Quinn.

"So, OK, I ran all the names through AFIS, as well as our system and the CIA's. The same information keeps coming up. BUT then I was watching the news conference on YouTube...JJ was awesome, by the way. Anyway, I have a photo that I sent to everyone's tablets of the UNSUB, and I was able to get a name-Ben Thomas. He is also on the surveillance tapes for the last two shootings. I have Clark, Rossi and Reid sending me back info as they get it, and I also put a tap on his cell phone's GPS system-I know where he is at all times. Right now, he's outside of a diner, Mary's Place, at 19th and uh-" she glanced at her computer "19th and Roosevelt. Been there about ten minutes. Go get him. Oh, and Sandy? Stay safe, yah? Paisley out." She hung up, satisified that the team had enough info now to get the guy.

"Good going, Gregg," she said to herself.

[SA Dr. John Clark]

They were just wrapping up at the third shop--which turned out that another of Clark's shooting buddies ran it, and knew the UNSUB as a customer, Ben Thomas--when Paisley called to let him know she had cell-phone GPS tracking for him. Quickly, he called up a map on the heads-up display attached to his glasses, saw that it was indeed there, and as an added bonus Paisley had also fed him tracking on the rest of the team, with color coding for "Identify Friend or Foe". Damn, if she weren't a lesbian and I didn't have Paige I would SOO marry that beautiful lunatic... he thought to himself. "Thanks, honey. Hope we can wrap this quick and see you soon..."

"Rossi, we got our target, throw me the keys!" Clark hollered, catching the older man's toss as the three of them scrambled for the Suburban, peeling out as Clark drove like a maniac, slaloming around other vehicles, guided by a map projected onto his sunglass lenses that only he could see...

[SSA Dr. Spencer Reid]

"Oh, Crap," said Spencer. He tossed down a flyer, hollered a "sorry" over his shoulder to the guy behind the counter, and climbed in behind Rossi.

"Wow, Paisley is really learning quickly. I am impressed." He checked his phone and began to try to triangulate the co-ordinates. He didn't even notice Clark's wild driving.

"Did she say where, specifically?" He asked, to no one in particular.

[TA Paisley Gregg]

Paisley laughed, and replied.

"Sure thing, Clarky. Anything else for my favorite bad-ass undead fed?" When he replied in the negative, she hung up, and sighed. She hoped that things would go as planned, and that the Team would catch the bad guy, and that Sandra would be home soon. Three days was a long time...

[SA Dr. John Clark]

"Mary's Place, a diner at 19th and Roosevelt. Good thing, too... after we bust this son-of-a-bitch I'm gonna need to eat like half a cow," Clark explained, cracking wise about his own voracious appetite.

[SSA Dr. Spencer Reid]

"Ok," Spencer said, still fiddling with his phone. He didn't realize that Clark had spoken until Rossi laughed.

"Geez, Clark." Just then, they arrived, and Spencer sighed, pulling out his firearm and zipping into his Kevlar vest.

"Let's go."

[SA Dr. John Clark]

Clark didn't need as long to lock and load as Spence, just sliding a drum into the tracks in Edgar's magazine well and racking the bolt to chamber a round, double-checking to make sure the safety and selector switches had been set to "OFF" and "SEMI" respectively; he wished that back in the 20's they had had the idea of a "3-round burst" mode, and that That Damn Ban on new-build private full-autos would be repealed so he could build a Thompson redesigned his way, with lighter and stronger materials in a more powerful modern chambering and a "burst" option.

"Spence, stay behind me--I'm a lot better protected than you are," he reminded the other genius as he slipped on a pair of "wolf's ears"--electronic earmuffs that would let him hear normal sounds but cancel out everything above a certain volume, like a gunshot, and this pair had been modified to clip off most of the high-frequency noise that gave him so many headaches; out of the corner of his eye, he saw Rossi with his own big .45 in "Ready" position as he heard other vehicles roll in from other angles with the rest of the team, as he used the electronic-countermeasures features of his personal electronics to sniff out the target's phone's location and place a targeting cursor or "pipper" on it much like the Heads-Up Display on the fighters he flew, an image of the Thompson's sights also being projected into his field of view and showing where he would need to aim the old chattergun.

"Hotch, Quinn? Clark. Rossi, Reid and I are ready over here--what's the plan?"