31
Mar
Gerald hung up the phone and chuckled; he was about to have a visitor. They sent a rookie and that made him laugh. He remembered his first assignment. He had felt that he could solve any case. Bring it. He wasn’t afraid of anything. Then he promptly got shot. He never even saw the shooter. In his haste, he forgot the first rule; wait for backup. He woke up three days later in a hospital bed with a partially collapsed lung and a bruised ego. He blamed the other agents for being too relaxed with him on his first case. He swore never to coddle a rookie during his career and today would be no different. This rook was going to feel the heat.
-MRC
17
Mar
Ransom was nervous. He never liked it when the feds came snooping around, but this time he had no choice. The problem was more than he could handle alone. The fish hatchery meant jobs. Dead fish meant no jobs; simple. After the second die-off of all the hatchery fish he made the call. Seattle FBI Agent Gerald Hinch made him pay for that call. But Ransom swallowed his pride. The tribe came first and that was his job. Take care of the tribe.
-MRC