The target part two

National security agency 

“You wanted to see me? “Andrew Greer asked. “I do. I am reluctant to talk to you about this. It could be nothing but it could be something. “Dillon holis said. “Alright. What is it?”Greer asked. He flashed a picture of a young women with her young child. 

“This is Kelly Dearborn. Twenty three years old.she  works as a administrative assistant in a lawyer’s office. She has an associate degree as a paralegal.she has one daughter. Aside form a parking ticket she is a law abiding citizen. Up to date in her taxes. She does not vote.not politically active. She has been doing a lot of research into the activities of the president. His schedule . She is spending a lot of time keeping up on the president activities intinesry. She has spent a lot d time on line looking at alt right message boards libertarian and Alex Jones and fringe groups. She done a lot of research into hard right groups,white supremacists and right wings groups with direct or indirect ties to terrorist or suspected terrorist activities. She seams to be associated with this man. Craig  Walter craven . Craven is proponent  of ligelizing  merijuana.  He is showing signs that he may be heading towards becoming a domestic terrorist. He shows sign of being a peeper and a survivalist. ” He said. 

“Do you believe that she is going to become radicalized? “Greer asked. ” I don’t know. She has no signs of being extreme. Her internet activity has become very alarming. I don’t know if she is becoming a terrorist. It is concerning. “Holis said. 

“What would make a single mom with no interest in politics suddenly become obsessed with the government?”Greer asked. ” She was the victim of a sexual assaults a few years ago. The rapist was charged but let go. She could feel that the government let her done. She could find far right ,alt right and libertarian ideology attractive. “Holis said. “Craven we think he is a real threat?,”Greer asked. “He is in our rader. The secret service and homeland security is keeping a close eye on him.  ” Holis said. “I want a complete profile on Dearborn. I want to know everything there is to know about her.get me a profile on craven too. “He said. 

Kelly kept a close eye on craven. She scanned his face book,Twitter Instagram and other social media. He had a blog as long. His blog was very libertarian. It started off talking against merijuana prohibition. He had a detailed position paper o. Medical marijuana. He then eqaited merijuana prohibition with alcohol prohibition. Then his blog went form detailed opinion editorial to rants . He threw epithats at the president,his governor,senator and other officials. He made death threats. He was unhinged. Unglued. Kelly dad them.she did not just read them but she deconstructed them and deconstructed them. She knew everything there was to know about his writings. 

 The n.s.a thought that she was analcholite of craven. She was a fellow traveler.  They did not know that craven was the accused rapist yet. They did not know that she was stalking him. They figured that she was a groupie an admire perhaps a confederate and potential co consperitor. They believed she could be a threat to national security. 

Kelly spent most of her time not at work watching craven. She kept a close eye on him. She tried to understand him. Was he a real danger to the country. Was he all talk? Could he become a killer?  How far would he go? 

 ” You can’t beat me kel! ” An Imignary craven said to Kelly. He imagined him being in the room. “I have to try!”she said. ” You will fail. will always win. Your too weak. You are a croward. You are fragile. Your not strong enough to defat me. I have become  death the destroyer of worlds!”he declared. “Your not that scary. Your like the wizard of Oz. Your nopolien without the army. You are a little coperal. You think you become something. You think your what? Alexander the great? Ghandi, Rush Limbaugh , timmecveigh, george Washington? Your none of that! Your charles manson perhaps. You will be forgotten. You will fail!”she said. 

“You don’t believe that? You know I am a gient amount man. You know that I am not talk. I am hardly sound and fury yet signifing nothing. You know what I am . You know who I am.  As much as you say I will fade away to dust. You know that I am the future. I am a visionary . You just don’t like my vision. Love me or hate me you can’t ignore me” craven said. 

“No I will not ignore you! I will not fear you. You do not scare me?” She said. “Come on. Can we proceed without the bluster. I know your thoughts. I know how scared you are! I see your teers. You are not strong? You are week. You will always be a scared little girl. I will be conquer the world. ” Craven declared. 

The phone rang. She snapped to reality. She wiped the tears form her eyes. She tried to regain her composure. She looked at the caller ID. It was her sister. “Hey Kat? ” Kelli said. ” Hi Kell. ” Kat said. ,”How is it going?”Kelli asked.”good. Look Kell you have been so distent lately. Why don’t you and Mia come over. We can movie night.  “She said. “Not tonight. I am tried.”she said. “Tomorrow night? “She asked. “I have a busy day at work. I would rather just go home.”she told her. “This weekend then? “She asked. “I can’t commit to anything but we will see !,”she said.”,Kelli I am worked about you. You hardly leave the house. You don’t say much.  You OK?”,Kat asked. 

“I like being home . I always have. I am not dipresed or suicidal. ” Kelli tried to assure her sister. ” You can see why I would be concerned ?”she asked. “Yes I do. It is unwerented Kitkat. ” She said. ” Alright. You can talk to me about anything. “She said. “I know that.”Kelli said. 

Kat knew that something was up. She just did not know what. She was really worked. She did not feel that she was  at an intervention time. She feared that they might be close. 

F.b.i  field office. 

Special agent bannet donivin looked over a daily beefing. He looked over verious threats. The president was planing a visit to the city. It was donivin job to work with the secret service homeland and the white house to make sure the visit went without incident. He looked the briefings over. He looked over a file on craven. Then he saw a file on Kelly. 

She was pretty. She was young. She hardly looks like a threat.she looked sad.sbe seamed to be hiding her sadness. He still saw it. Perhaps other might not see it but he said it. He was a. Expert profiler. He had worked on profiling serial killer befor being put In charge with stoping terrorist attacks in the sate. He looked over the file. No one was sure that she posed a risk. They could not rule out her being a thread. He would have to keep an eye on her. He would.

End of part two. 

The huging monster 

There was those that site the healing power of hugging. They claim that  huging that cause people to feel better. While most would agree that there is no science behind it. What if there really was heeling properties of huging.what if huging could release some kind of energy?  What if the energy release just happened?

Joe anesley was one of those people who were affected by this energy.  When he was a young boy,he skined his knee. He ran to her mom. His mom gave him a great big hug. He could feel the wound heeling. When he checked the wound as gone. His mother though that he was just being dramertic. She had never seen the bruise. She thought it never existed. He was young and had no idea what to make of it. 

Then he got a paper cut. He hugged a teacher. The scar vanished. Some of his pychologest believe that he was needy. School officials even suspected that he might have been abused. The sate sent investigators to the home of Joe and his family to make sure nothing was going on. It was determined that the family was fine. 

He started to back off. He had to b be carefull. Then when he was in college he was in a car accident. He said to the parimetic. ,”Please give me a hug?”he said. The female perimatic was taken aback. Usually she would not do something like this. She wanted to help. She gave him a great big hug. She saw energy hit him. Suddenly he as cured.has she not see it she would never beleve it. 

He was taken to the hospital. They did tests after test. They did every test they could think of. No one could explained it. They tried it on he others in the same car as Joe. It did not work. The bugging therapy only seemed to work on him. No one knew why. That sumirsed that his make up was sligly different then most humans. Some suspected that he might be part of a sub group of humans  Perhaps a kind of homo superior of some kind.  

Joe hated the publicity. He just wanted to be left alone. He hated being the object of attention. He decided to take his own death. He then went to the other side of the country. He changed his name and everything. He even. Dyed his hair. No one suspected that he was not who he said he was. 

 He started to become addicted to hugging. He could hardly socialite hugs. Offering free hugs would be seen as weird even creepy. He decided not to do that. He started to going to support groups. He offered hugs. Hear you could get away with it. No one suspected that he  had an ulterior motive to wanting hugs. 

Everyone loved him . He was so kind. He was so attentive. ” Hey do you want to go out for coffee ?” Heather asked. “Sure!”he said. He was reluctant to get too close to any one. “I am glad your hear . I am glad to get to know you.  Heather said. “You seam really sweet! “He said. She smiled. “Thank you”she said.

Heather was a single mom. She had two kids. She had lost her husband. He had served in the military and died over seas.she was still young. While Joe had a bit of a crush on her,he did not want to to get too close to her.he did not want anyone to learn his secret. They might not understand. 

They ended up spending a lot of time together. He felt he had to end it. He takes his death again. He went to middle America this time. He decided to avoid physical contact.he suferd form withdrawal. He went up and gave someone a hug. The hug came at him. He ended up in a coma.the person he hug also had the ability. It caused a chain reaction. It shorted him out. 

He woke up after several months in a coma. He had lost his ability. Now he was a normal human. He was a mundane human. He got out of the hospital. He returned to life. He tried to adjust to his normal life. 

The end 

 Please do not try to get hugs form random people.  We do not recommend that behavior. This was a work of fiction. 

Pregnancy ward 

Prisoner 1171464

Jaime Becky Simon 

Rebecca Simon’s was arested for disloyalty. She votted for a candidate for Parliament that was not in the same party of the president. She voted against the candidate perfered by the president. While ballots are secret,she told a friend who told a friend who told a friend who told the local loyalist party. 

Upon arrest,she was placed in a security force field. The field was controlled by the cival authority. She was taken to a processing center. She changed from her gray suit coat,gray skirt and white blouse to an orange prison issue jump suit. She was then put into a force field with other new female inmates. The force field was generated form a device attached to the ankles of the inmates. She feared that she would be sent Toma forced labor camp.she probably would not survive even a year in such a prison. 

They were taken to the infirmary to be examined. The infirmary was a bit chilly. She figured that that was by design.make the inmates uncomfortable. Not extremely but a little bit. There was alone going.becky felt like she was waiting for a million years. Maybe not a million but twenty.  

Finally it was her turn. She went to the examation. The doctor was a young women in her late twenties. She had long flowing black hair. She appeared to be friendly. As she conducted the exam she said please and thank you the whole time. She seemed to be genuine. 

She did a simple physical. She checked her heart and blood pressure and other scans. “Hum!”she said.”what’s hum?” Becky asked. Becky was a little concerned. Becky had never met the doctor prior to the this encounter. She had nothing to go on. She suspected that something was up. She just did not know what. “Oh don’t sorry your perfectly healthy!”the doctor said. ” That’s good but what’s going on?”she asked. 

The doctor chuckled. “Your pregnant!”the doctor informed her.she was not even sure that she had heared her correctly. “What did you say?”Becky asked for clarification.”your pregnant!”the doctor told her. It took a few seconds for the news to settle in. It was hard to believe. Had she not be facing a prison sentence ,this would be welcomed news. She and her husband Donald had wanted to have a baby. 

Why did it have to be now she asked. “Yes it seams you are having twins.”the doctor said. She and Don had talked about the possibility of having twins. They liked the idea. This would be great news but she was under arrest. She sees political prisoner. She was at the whims of the ruling party. This was a horrible place for an expectant mom.

She had no idea what would happen to her. Would she still be sent to the mines. Would the government and the party that backed that government send a pregnant women to perform forced labor? She had disliked the ruling party but it was policy and philosophical reasons. Now it was personal. The party scared the living daylights out of her. Now she had evidence validating those fears. 

Doctor Valerie teague informed the warden of her condition. The.he warden informed the party representative asingrd to lock up. The party official agreed to alow to be held in the pregnancy ward until the courts decided what should happen to her. 

A gaurd entered the eating room in the intake transfer area. “Mrs Simon’s. I’m officer Wilson. I am hear of the intake department. I am hear to inform you that you will be assigned to the pregnancy ward until your case is ajudicated. “The gaurd said. 

She thought that this was a relief. She had no idea if it really was. It was temporary. Who knows what would happen when she did appear before a controlling legal authority. She was still not out of the woods. Not even close. She was taken to the tea ever area. “I’m nurse Julie”she said.she was put in a wheel chair. She was wheeled to the ward. She was changed into a pink scrubs. The room looked like a emurgentcy room. There were hospital beds. 

It was not too bad. Her babies had saved her life. She figured she would get along with her children just fine. She hoped that by the time they were born she was near to the time that she would be released. She would qietly serve her sentence. She hoped that she soon would be back home. Until then she would make the best of it. 

Pregnant prisoner were for the most part well treated. They were well fed. She liked the nurses,Gaurav and fellow inmates. The ward was one of the better ran parts of the prison system. It was still prison. It was not so bad.

The end. 

Prison tears 

It was so surreal. On day she was waking up her daughter.taking her to the sisters. She was at her job as office administrator. Now she had traced her pants suits for a orange jumop suit. Her bracelet were exchanged for shakes. Her apartment was now a cell. 

Her old life seemed to be a distent memory. Area days ago was not a life time ago. She felt like she had woken up in a parallel universe. She only wished she would wake up back in that other that other life. She closed her eyes. She opened them. She was still there.notging had changed. It seemed nothing was going to change. This was the new normal. This was how it was. 

She already missed her daughter.she missed her sister. She missed her co workers.she had been quiet. She was private. She did not part-time have a sociallife.u less you counted Netflix.noe she was hear. 

She refused to cry.she would be strong.she would be stoic. Nothing was going to get her down. She was going to be brave.she would not be conquered by this. She wore the jump suit. She was barefoot.

For a time she laid on the bunk.she stared at the ceiling. She lived numbers. She counted the tiles.She loved to write things down.she wished she had anotebook. Paper was not permitted.notging was. Just her. She was hear alone.

She never minded solitude. She welcomed it. She wished she could have a book ,paper something.she read the various signs aorund the cell. That provided a little but if only lasted for a little bit. That bit old. She got bord  with that.

She tried to stay calm. She tried not to vostir crazy. How could shenot. It made no sense. She had a million thoughts.she had trouble processing it all. She wanted to write. That was not going to happen. 

A tear started to develop. It went down her face. She whiped it away. She then felt another.then several. She gave in. She let the tears come. Her stoism started to fade. She started to let herself fell what she felt. Her feelings were cominng to the service. Once they started they flooded.she let it. 

After a while she felt OK. She wiped her tears. She was OK for now.she was able to focus now. She felt slightly better. 



The target 

Kelly Dearborn works though her tears. She was now  on a mission. She was turning hardship into a mission. She seemed to be focused on life . She had a young daughter and had started a business. That was not her life’s goal. She had a different goal.

Craig Walter craven. A few years ago he asulted her. She was determined to bring him to Justice. She kept tabs on him. She used prohets form her business to gather evidence on him. She was not going to to let him out of her sighs.she would not rest until he paid for what he did. 

She hired private investigators.She knew everything about him. She was careful to do everything according to the law. She tried not to break any laws. She had a law degree so she knew the law. She knew what was legal and not. She also knew what she could get away with. She believed in the rule of law.she believd that the fact that he was free was a travisty. He should be in jail. As long as he was free there was no justice. There was no law. 

In her mind she held up her part of the social compact. She obeyed the law. She did not so much as violate graphic laws. She paid her taxes.she worked hard. She did not so much as liter. the law failed her. The law did not meet its part of the Bargin. 

She kept tabs on him. She followed all of his socal media accounts. She said odd paturns. She kept  notebooks filled with notes on him.she kept a journal as well. She had tons of notebooks already.

There was a knock at the door. She closed the door she locked the door. “Come in!”Kelly said. The door was her sister Kat and her daughter marea. “Mommy!”she said.”hi Mia!” She said as she picked her up.”you OK Kell. You seam a bit rattled. ” Her sister said.”oh no I’m fine !”she said. ” Are you sure ? ” Kat asked. ” Yes I am”she said. 

Kat did not believe her.she decided not to press the issue. Kat was worried about her sister. She has always been protective of her. Even now more so. Lately Kelly had become even more and more secretive. She had no idea why.It concerned her. 

After a while Kat left. Kelli got back to work. She got back to her other job. Her task of making the world safe form Craig Walter craven. Craven seemed normal. He did not appear to be dangerous. He looked attractive. He seemed nice. He was dangerous.  

She had stalked him for a while. He loved anything automotive. He owned a motorcycle. He owned a snowmobile and a boat. He loved car racing and sports.He was a no I formation person when it came to the news. His knowledge of the news came from ESPN whenever a host of a sport talk smiled in political talk. He did not vote.he had never been registered to vote.

She noticed that six months ago he became very knowledgeable. He suddenly nada. Interest in politics. He started liking various news network in Facebook.he routinely shared news stories. It went form a casual interest to an all out obsession. 

Aperently his brother got sick. He used medical Marijuana. He was arrested .The date he lived in did not have medical marijuana laws. This led Craig to become more and more libertarian. He came to hate big government. He started to become paranoid. He started believing in conspiracy.hestqrted to blame everything on the united Nations and the new world order. He felt compelled to conservative far right even white supremacists and antisemi. 

He was starting to view the sauce of all his problem the new world order father then deal with his problems. He became obsessed with a high man. He blamed all his life problems on the federal government and these shadowy groups that proper it up. It was all ins his mind. To him it was real. 

You can’t fight a concept. You can’t defeat it. Eventually his anger was directed a t a single man. Kelly was convinced that he was not all talk. He was a serial rapist. Now he was going to act on this. She believed he was a ticking time bomb. She knew she had to stop him.