I love you, I won't kill you

Just when Amanda walked out of the metal detection gate, the alarm light on the top of the gate lit up abnormally and made a sharp and ear-piercing alarm sound.

"Ma'am, please show all the metal objects you are carrying." Another white security guard standing inside the door stepped forward and said.

"Of course." The corner of Amanda's mouth slightly tilted, and her right hand took advantage of the trend to reach the right side of her waist.

Perhaps it was because her movements were very fast and powerful, or maybe her movements were very similar to drawing a gun. In short, her inadvertent behavior made all the security personnel present seem to tighten their "anti-terrorism" nerves.

"Take it, it's just a jackknife." Amanda took off an advanced tactical pocketknife pinned to her back waist, and put it casually in the storage basket in the hands of the security personnel.

However, in the eyes of the well-trained FBI security personnel, this is definitely not an ordinary multifunctional folding knife.This is a hunting knife, fighting knife, rope cutting knife and any cutting purpose. The middle and rear blades are all equipped with dragon tooth serrations.

"Here's my phone, car keys and wallet. Now, okay?"

"you sure?"

"uh-huh."

"Okay, please go back outside the passage and go through the detection door again."

As Amanda passed through the detection gate again, the alarm bell rang again.The security guard who had questioned her earlier immediately became alert and quietly put his right hand on the grip of the Glock 23 pistol in the holster on his right waist.The security guard with an MP5A6 submachine gun standing outside the metal detection gate was quietly behind her, ready to shoot.

She knows that when she is a subject of law enforcement in this country and society, she must unconditionally cooperate with the police or other federal law enforcement agencies in law enforcement.She can't make any actions that may threaten the safety of the law enforcement officer, and then induce the law enforcement officer to have the instinctive reaction of criminals to attack her.

If she did that, the only fate waiting for her was to be shot and killed by law enforcement officers on the spot.Although the other party was just two FBI security personnel, without a police badge, and not fully qualified for law enforcement, she walked into the territory of the FBI, which even the Los Angeles Police Department had no right to intervene.

"Ma'am, please cooperate with our work." The security guard said again.

"No problem. Do you want my dog ​​tag?" Amanda yelled loudly, and suddenly pulled out from the collar of the combat uniform the two metal identification tags worn around her neck for US military officers and soldiers.

The security personnel only glanced at the two metal "dog tags" with noise-reducing rubber sleeves hanging from the lower end of the metal necklace, and knew from the texture and workmanship that they were genuine U.S. military base standard products.

"And my U.S. Marine Corps lieutenant rank, U.S. Marine Corps flight badge, do you still want it?"

"Sorry ma'am, uh, Lieutenant."

"Forget it, I'm here today, just looking for someone. Is the registration desk at the front counter?"

"Yes, Lieutenant."

Now, she doesn't have much time to spend at the security checkpoint.After a quick retrieval of your belongings, head towards the visitor registration desk in the lobby.A few minutes later, after completing the visitor procedures, he took the elevator with his visitor ID and rushed to the upstairs office area.

When she came to the office area of ​​the Behavior Analysis Section, Elaine saw her immediately.He walked over with a smile on his face, shook hands with Amanda enthusiastically, and said curiously, "Amanda, the Marine Corps stipulates that combat uniforms can be worn outside the base?"

"Okay, I'm on leave and I don't have time to change clothes."

"Yeah. I like how you look in your Marine Corps uniform though. Oh, and those golden archangel wings on your chest, cool!!"

"Okay, my war hero, are you okay?" Elaine asked again.

"Not bad. Now, can you get off work?" Amanda asked.

"Well, not yet. Well, let's go to the rest area and talk."

"Come on, lead the way."

As the two walked, Elaine asked, "Just now you said on the phone that you are on Highway 5. So, where are you on Highway 5?"

Amanda casually looked at the office area on the left, "I'm in San Diego."

"You're from San Diego to Los Angeles? Why?"

"That's why I came to you."

Afterwards, Elaine led Amanda to the detective rest area on the floor.He took a paper cup and asked her, "Lieutenant, what do you want to drink? There is everything here, but there is no vodka or whiskey."

"Coffee." Amanda said as she sat on the armchair in the rest area and took off the octagonal patrol cap on her head.

"No problem." Elaine put the cup on the spout of a fully automatic coffee machine.

"Here, try the FBI's espresso."

"Thank you."

Later, Elaine poured herself a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice and sat across from her.After taking a sip of orange juice, he smiled and asked, "Tell me about the seven months of service in Afghanistan."

Amanda took a sip of espresso, and her mood and expression gradually eased, "Okay, let's talk about this matter when you have time. I came to you today because I want to hear your opinion on something."

"Really? Well, as of today, I'm just a rookie FBI agent four months out of Quantico. Amanda, do you really think I'm capable of helping you?"

"Elaine, you are right, but I believe you."

"Thanks. It's just...I don't understand, how can I help you?"

"Well, is it convenient to talk here?"

Elaine looked at some colleagues passing by in the corridor outside, "Of course."

After thinking for a moment, Amanda lowered her voice and said, "A friend of mine may be missing."

"Missing? Is it your colleague or friend? If it's your colleague, I think we'd better go to NCIS (Naval Criminal Investigative Service) or DIA (US Department of Defense Military Intelligence Agency) to deal with this matter. If it's you friend......"

"This person is my friend, she's not a Marine."

"Oh...I see. Tell me, how is your relationship? Do you know that this year there may be a reopening of Proposition 8 two years ago. Don't worry, I will always support you!" Elaine's face With a smile and a determined look in her eyes, it seems as if she is a lesbian protesting California Proposition 8 seriously.

"Elaine, what's the matter with you? As an FBI profiler, can't you see through my mood at this moment?" Amanda suppressed the anxiety in her heart and said calmly.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Well, if your friend is missing, you can go to the missing persons department of the Los Angeles Police Department to make a report."

"Please, you should know how many people disappear in the United States every year. When the police are investigating one disappearance, another disappearance surfaced, how much time and energy do they have to deal with two or three at the same time? The above missing persons cases?"

Elaine thought about her words seriously, and walked back and forth in the rest area with a cup, "I thought about it. Amanda, do you know that the US Department of Justice has a new system that went online in 08?"

"do not know."

"Let me tell you, the full name of this system is 'National Missing and Unidentified Persons System'. The system is divided into two databases of missing persons and unknown persons. The information in the two databases can be cross-compared to find the relatives or friends you are looking for. .”

"Well, yes. But I'm worried that my friend's two children don't have so much time for me to find them."

Elaine immediately became nervous when she heard this, "Is it a boy or a girl, how old is the child?"

For a moment, Amanda seemed to see the most unacceptable truth in her expression.The fact is that if a minor is missing, the longer the disappearance, the less likely it is that the minor will survive.

"Both are girls. The older one is Cecilia, who is...should be 8 years old this year. The younger one is Emma, ​​who is 6 years old this year."

"Oh my God! Amanda, we need someone else to help. If two minors are involved in this missing adult case, then we need to issue an 'Amber Alert' immediately!"

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