LAW Day #10-Rick

Richard T. Boone

Age: 35

6/1/77

Height: 6'1

Weight: 190lb

Shifty green eyes

Caucasian

Brown hair

Always has dirty fingernails

Before War: Janitor and inmate at a correctional facility

After War: Traitor to his country and mass murderer.

Birth State: New Mexico

Quote: "I gave him this camp for our freedom."

Strengths

- He's Loyal. He'll never betray Cesar

- He likes the New World. Never looks back at the past.

- Great at blending and pretending, like any other successful predator.

Weaknesses

- He likes raping teenagers and abusing women. It makes him feel like a man.

FBI Notes

Crimes: Attempted sexual assault, assault and battery of a minor.

Back-story

Raise as a ward of the state, Rick never knew his parents; 18 years in an orphanage turned him into a solitary creature with cruel tendencies. Was he abused there? I think that’s a safe assumption.

At 16, he was fired from a local store for theft and at 19 committed his first felony. The car he stole was never found. Neither was the bank’s money and he was never arrested. At 23 he was picked up for flashing young girls from his car but again, the system failed, Just a year later, he tried to rape a teenager in the washroom on a theater he worked at. She was hurt in the process and he finally went to jail. When the war came, he was serving 8 years and working as a janitor due to good behavior. Rick opened the cell doors of the prison, allowing the other dangerous inmates freedom. When Cesar arrived to save his family, Rick saved his life and was rewarded with slavery instead of death. Rick is the only white male Cesar and his slaves have left alive

So, what’s up with Rick? He’s bad. From his shifty green eyes, down to his dirty fingernails. He loathes authority enough to side with Cesar against his own countrymen. He loves the thrill of still being alive even though no one else has survived the Slavers custody. When he’s sent in the first time to betray a town, he feels guilt, but as time goes on and he commits the same crimes over and over, he becomes immune to that little voice of right and wrong.

Sam was a surprise. Rick likes his females young and struggling…until Samantha. For the first time, he had a willing woman! And he wants her back. He’s been watching Neil and Jeremy get closer to her, his rage growing as the Eagles keep him from doing anything about it. So, he’s come up with his own plan. He knows the trooper wants Little Becky, too. If he gets her first, willingly, then he’s beaten Neil to it. Other than helping Cesar conquer Safe Haven, it’s his only goal. Pay Neil back for stealing his woman.

Now that Rick has been discovered as the traitor, he’s lurking on the fringes, still using the Eagles uniform he got Matt to steal for him in exchange for a bottle. Rick sensing weaknesses and uses them, no matter the age or outcome…like with Maria. She may have never turned on Safe Haven if not for Rick. Instead, he got her killed.

Next Week: Luke and Kendle

"This is Safe Haven Refugee Camp. Can anyone hear me?

Hello? Is anyone out there?"

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LIfe After War #5-Brady, Brady, Brady

First Sergeant Marcus Brady

Age: 35

Height: 6’

12/13/77

Weight: 225 lbs

Broad shoulders

Loner/slightly bitter

Forced to go into the service

Black feathered hair

Colt .45’s-matching ivory handles

Full, pouty lips

Quote: “It’s okay to be scared, but you have to think too.”

Strengths

-There are few problems he can’t handle if given the time or materials.

-Once his loyalty is given, it is unshakable.

Weaknesses

-Knows how to be a team player but his misery often makes him a loner.

-beyond at having another chance with Angie, he has no other goals, no vision for his future.

FBI notes

-DNA marker came back inconclusive. Subject shows no signs of mental abilities; however, termination has been recommended due to above average strategy skills. Considered Dangerous. Location: New Mexico-See case manager for map.

How does Marc feel about Angie becoming an Eagle? Here’s a clip that should help explain it.

“Can I sit here?”

Angela looked up from her tray with an unguarded smile that made Marc’s heart thump.

“You know it.”

Her response, however, made his anger flare higher. She sounded more like these people every day. “I’d like to talk to you about something that’s bothering me.”

Angela answered distractedly, glad to feel the pill finally starting to calm the heat in her shoulder. “What’s up?”

Marc sat across from her and braced himself, suddenly sure it would go badly. “I don’t think you should be an Eagle.”

A breathless sort of shock slid over her face and Marc dropped his head, but didn’t stop. “I’d like you to resign, find something else. There has to be a safer way for you to help him.”

“I see.” There was only ice now. “And your reasons?”

Marc felt the ambush coming, tried to head it off. “There’s a lot you’re not seeing and it might get you hurt. These people don’t want you to do it, not even the women here. Just you and Adrian.”

There was a sneer in his tone that had her frowning. He still didn’t trust or even like Adrian.

“That’s not true,” she argued, thinking of her shower visit from Hilda and Peggy. “There are a few.”

Marc shook his head. “Trained lapdogs don’t count.” His voice gentled, became almost patronizing to her wounded ears. “And none of them really think you can either. When the first cage match comes and no one hits you, everyone will see the flaw in his plans.”

Angela knew she should be furious with his lack of support, but she’d already noticed those things hadn’t she? Marc’s beef wasn’t the Eagles at the moment, but Adrian. “You’re jealous.”

It was a fact being stated. Marc couldn’t, wouldn’t deny it.

Sadness hit Angela in waves. “Why can’t I have both, Brady?”

“What?” Marc had been bracing for her anger, not a compromise.

“Both. You and the Eagles.”

Marc didn’t know what to say to that and she leaned forward. “I have the room and I’ve been working on it from the moment we got here. I want both.”

Angela’s voice lowered to a plea. “I need both. Please don’t make me pick one or the other.”

Marc hated it that he could feel himself turning into Kenn. “How does that work?”

“You have to let me do what I am meant to. If I get hurt in the process, that’s life now. I’ve been held back for so long!”

She noticed the nearest perimeter guards changing, made contact with the shadows. “And there’s so much I can do, so many ways I can help if I’m an Eagle.”

Angela turned back to him with flecks of steel shimmering. “I will be one of them, in every way, Brady. I’m almost free of the past, but this can’t hang between us. You’ll have to decide if you can let me live my life the way I see fit. If you can, I’ll share it with you, openly.”

Her tone went back to ice. “But that means accepting me as an Eagle.”

“And that’s firm? No room to bend?”

Angela sighed at the stiffness in his voice. “What if I said okay, Marc? I’ll move my stuff into your tent today and resign, go back to just being a doctor. Is that what you want?”

She had tried hard for casual, but the pain clear and Marc shook his head. “Yes.”

Angela’s face tightened. He wouldn’t force her, would he? “I’ll go pack. You tell Adrian.”

Marc’s eyes flashed and she gave him a hard stare, pushing away from the table. “I owe you, right? It’s time to start paying off that debt.”

Was she bluffing? Did it matter? He could never follow through. “I’m leaving soon. Get ready for it.”

Angela stood up, voice scornful as she struck back. “I was ready for it when you found me in Indiana.   Surprised you’ve stuck around this long.”

As you can see, he’s against it and things are getting ugly. What’s his biggest issue with it?

Her getting hurt or killed? Her becoming important in Safe Haven’s chain of command? All the time she’ll spend with the Eagles and not him?

No. He’s really afraid of not being needed. If she can stand on her own, he sees his own value to her as non-existent. Will he be able to adjust? I believe so.

Next week- Kenn-Why wasn’t he banished?

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Hello? Is anyone out there?"

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Life After War Wednesday-#4- Adrian + a Sneak Peak



Adrian's Eagles



This week, we’ll have a sneak peak at Adrian’s Eagles, but we’ll also be examining a little of the multi-layered onion that’s Adrian Mitchel. Let’s start with his profile.

Adrian Mitchel

Age: 48

Hair: Blond

Eyes: Blue

Height: 6’

Weight: 230 lb

Birthday: 7/4/64

Holsters on both hips

Sun streaked brows

Light goatee

Adrian has never known love beyond his bond with his mother. He instinctively knows how to be in a relationship, but has never felt the need to try. Until now. From the instant their eyes met, he recognized Angela as a kindred, but the strength of the feelings he has for Brady’s woman came as a surprise.

Sneak Peak: Adrian’s Eagles

April 25th, 2013

Fate just isn’t something you can plan for. Sometimes, all you can do is hold on and steer toward the shallows.

I was expecting all men. My help is only half that and I’m struggling to be careful with them and the camp. Samantha needs time to adjust before I can pull her in openly. Angie has to be trained, taught. The workload has increased but so have the benefits. Not one Seer, but three!

Fate blessed me and cursed me. Somewhere, laughter is spilling on my account, mostly because I can’t complain. I now have what I need. Where to begin! What to push the hardest or even first?

We’re spending the next two days here and I hope to get further in my head and with them. These women need to be accepted and I have total faith that fate will put us in just the right place, at just the right time.

And if one of them flinches, the camp won’t give them a second chance.

Adrian wasn’t entirely sure on that. It would depend on how bad the flinch was and what it cost…

“Got a minute?”

Adrian steadied himself against the vivid feel of her suddenly being in his head. “Sure. What’s up?”

“I need a schedule switch.”

Instantly alert, he closed the newest journal that now held a single entry. He had already filled ten others since the War of 2012.

“You’re having trouble?”

He felt her hesitate.

“Not exactly. Kyle said you changed shifts to mid morning when I came. Please, put them back?”

Adrian’s mind raced. Why would she want to be awake so early? Part of proving herself?

“Mostly to avoid… the morning sets.”

Adrian scowled furiously. Hiding from Kenn. No, he was out of camp with Zack and his team on a Slaver recon right now and usually had point at that time. The level one Eagles trained on that shift. She was avoiding Brady.

“I’ll take care of it.”

“Thanks.”

There was a pause where he felt her need for something else but didn’t respond. If it was important, she would ask. Without looking into those expressive eyes, he would only be guessing at her thoughts.

Angela let the connection open further, giving him what he wouldn’t ask for as she moved through tents. Another view of his camp.

The camp glowed with life through her eyes and it made Adrian’s heart fill with pride and satisfaction. These people were happy considering all that had happened, and obviously well cared for. Their leader was a good man.

“Thank you.”

“It’s my honor.”

Adrian closed his eyes, the peace she’d given him allowing for a rare extra few minutes to snooze and think. And what did his mind consider most important right at this very moment?
The woman now on her way to give a final class to two levels of Eagles.

Adrian’s bonding with Angela is both sweet and brutal. Through total freedom and trust, he shows her a life she’s never dreamed of, a way of living that fulfils her need to atone as much as her sense of duty. He made her more than she’s ever been and their time together will not be easy to forgotten. Adrian wants to fight for her but knows she need to figure it out for herself and steps back to let her.

Determined to do the right thing, Adrian concentrates on getting his people toward Arkansas, where a dangerous personal reunion waits for him. Have the choices he’s made cost him a son? Even Angela can’t be sure.

 And how does Marc feel about all this?

Next Week: Brady, Brady, Brady!

"This is Safe Haven Refugee Camp. Can anyone hear me?

Hello? Is anyone out there?"

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Life After War Wednesday-3-The Twins


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The Twins



Dean and Dillan Kelly

Age: 34

Hair: Bald

Eyes: Black

Height: 6’

Weight: 220 lb

Birthday: 12/30/78

Like to use their knives

No known twin connection

Before war: Awaiting extradition for rape and murder

AW: Ruthless hunters stalking Angela & Safe Haven.

Quote: "Look for holes in their defenses. We only need one mistake."

Strengths.

- Until the Witch, they feared nothing.

- Their twin connection allows them to function as a perfectly lethal team.

Weaknesses.

- Their over-confidence hinders them to some threats. Like Adrian.

- They have loved no one but themselves and each other. Ever.

FBI Notes:

Dean and Dillan Kelly are 36th on the Top Most Wanted list. Report their whereabouts immediately upon confirmation.

Back-story.

Dean and Dillan were born evil. At 5, they tortured small animals. At 10, they were in juvenile hall for attacking their prostitute mother with baseball bats and became wards of the state. They are remorseless killers who, if it can't be found, will make it.

Operating mostly in Mexico, the brothers were the men who could find anyone, kill anyone, and they worked with a lot of mad men. Like Cesar, leader of the Slavers now stalking American survivors.

The twins were captured only two days before the War of 2012. Surrounded, with a hostage, they barely survived their standoff with border patrol. Their captive hadn't.

Current Status: Deceased as of books 3 and 4.

Cause of Death:

Dillian- Killed by Brady with a blazer in book three.

Dean- Killed by Kenn with a single bullet in book 4.

Vote

The twins don’t seem to have any goals beyond revenge. They have no heart or mercy, and barely any compassion or emotion for even each other. They are evil, in one of its many forms.

Question to consider: Why do you think the twins turned out this way? Go here to vote.

Something else I wonder about: Are the failed health, poverty, parenting, security, drug, law, and school policies of our world to blame for the disrespect we’re currently putting up with from the younger generations? If so, do we then deserve it?

Excerpt:

Arriving before dawn, Cesar’s men had the lone twin surrounded before the gold convertible was fully stopped. Dean’s eyes dared one of them to touch him. He had come to talk but he would kill right now with little provocation, much like a wounded animal.  There was no doubt the Mexican’s had heard what went over Safe Haven’s radio channels and this time, the waves of energy shooting from the Witch would have been impossible to miss. The Slaver now had his proof of their words but would he still want Dean’s help?

Cesar considered these things as he moved toward the twin who’d been sitting in the center of the muddy, abandoned campsite. Safe Haven’s last site. He’d been sure both brothers were dead after hearing the witch’s voice checking in. From the look of the muddy man in the rutted center of camp, only one of them had survived the encounter.

Why would Dean come back? Vengeance for his brother? To try to take over his men and attack recklessly? The Slaver had no intentions of killing the brother if he could avoid it. After seeing and hearing the enemy close-up, he now wanted every deadly hand he could get and there was no doubt that Dean was a killer.

“You should have called us. We could have taken her from a group that size.”

Dean’s face was a mask of hatred that Cesar was careful to ignore for the moment. Business first, always. There would be time for lessons later.

“We saw an opening and took it. They weren’t away from camp long enough for you to get here.”

Cesar shrugged, stretching tiredly. “The only question that matters, is what you planned to do once you had her.”

Dean looked up from his seat on the muddy ground. “Get our share of the pie.”

Cesar frowned, unfamiliar with the saying and the twin blew out a sigh of disgusted contempt. “Her first orders were to destroy that camp. Yours next if you tried to take her from us.”

José drew his pistol and stepped forward but Cesar only laughed and waved him back. The Witch would be theirs to make suffer and then this mercenary would no longer be needed.

“Your hermano was the balls, si?”

“Always.”

“Now, maybe you are both.” Cesar extended a hand that Dean took warily, letting the Slaver help him up.  “Come, let us share a whore in your brother’s honor. At dawn we will go meet the tank team I sent out. They’re ahead. We’ll meet Safe Haven in the middle.”

Next Week: Adrian & a Sneak Peak

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Hello? Is anyone out there?"

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