Love and Justice's
Make Eneg

FBI Interrogation Room Plaza Building Manhattan New York

Tiffany and Aisyah Tyler looked at Gregory Lawrence's calm face.

"Why did you do that? What made you kill these women?" Aisyah showed me all the pictures of the victims.

"Because... They remind me of my mother and sister ... " Gregory smiled at all the agents and members of the NYPD, looking very creepy. "They're used to getting unusual treatment from my father. Well, my dad likes to rape*¢a my mom and sister."

"But...why don't you prevent your father?" ask Tiffany.

"Make what? I fought my father and as a result, I was beaten. After that I could only stay quiet but for a long time it turned out to make me enjoy it when they shouted... It makes me more. horny." replied Gregory calmly.

Aisyah Tyler's face looked flat while Tiffany, who was not a profiler, looked like she wanted to shoot Gregory. Don't ask everyone behind the glass of interrogation, they swore violently.

"The Son of the b1tch!' billy Boyd's.

"Prophe Billy. We have to get all his confessions." Pedro calms Billy down.

"How can you calm down Pedro?" ask Billy.

"It's the same if you're dealing with b*m time. You should be able to calm down even though in your heart you know you want to immediately throw into the sky !" answer Pedro.

Omar was grumpy and it felt like he wanted to get out of here himself, not to get brain contamination from the speech of psycho people. I think Omar wants to be with Nadya.

Nadya ! Duh macaroni my schotel ! Omar rushed out of the observation room leaving everyone confused.

"What's wrong with Omar?" ask Maggie to everyone.

"Mules maybe?" sahut David Gideon's.

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Omar rushed into the visual room and searched for a pink bag from Nadya but did not find it. Duh! Where's it? Nadya can beat me up if I don't eat her macaroni schotel.

The tall man was looking for Kelly Moran. "Kelly !" call Omar after seeing his partner coming from the bathroom.

"Your pink bag is on your table, Zidane. Really Nadya. No other colors what?" kelly chuckles.

Omar just smiled thinly. "Thanks Kelly." -." The man turned around and walked towards his desk.

"Oh OZ's. Ian and I took two. It's delicious!" grin Kelly without sin.

Omar stopped his steps and turned around. "What?"

"Macaroni schotel his. It's yummy!"

"Kelly, I don't want to make a fuss with you but you've broken federal law taking things that aren't yours!" Omar turned and rushed to his desk.

The man was relieved to see the pink bag and opened the box inside. There are eight aluminum foil containers containing macaroni schotel there where there should be ten.

Brengseeekkk Kelly and Ian! Umpat Omar who immediately took one macaroni schotel and ate it.

"Oh my goodness, Nad... It's really good." muttered Omar who felt getting a booster mood of his own. Omar then turned on the CCTV link from the interrogation room and watched it from his desk while enjoying the macaroni schotel made by his girl.

Sorry guys, for this time, I'm a little stingy because for the sake of my brain sanity, I need food intake and rations from my dear girl.

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FBI Interrogation Room Plaza Building Manhattan New York

"So you feel bright** when you see how your father treats your mother and sister?" Aisyah looked at Gregory calmly making Tiffany salute with the emotional control of the senior agent next to her who was serving as a profiler at BAU (Behavioral Analysis Unit ) and was in charge of observing the unsub who had a brain it is somewhat different from normal humans.

"Yes. Moreover, I also tried to attract the attention of the girls by becoming an American Football athlete. I have a great height and talent, so it's not something that's difficult for me to get into the team.."

Aisyah nodded. "When did you first let go of your virginity?"

"Who are you doing it with?"

"My neighbors tease me."

"Is he your first blood (first victim)?" ask Aisha again.

"Yet. Nope. I like my neighbor. She's a BDSM fan but unfortunately she's a white guy who likes mine bigger than her boyfriend's."

Omar nearly choked on his chewed macaroni schotel. "What the hell !" The man of Egyptian blood already knew in the observation room must be crowded with various swearing.

"So you're not interested in killing him? Your neighbor?" ask Aisha again.

"No, because he's white. I don't want to kill whites because you must be excited if the victims are white! But if the victim is black, you will be lazy to find the culprit" Gregory sneered.

"Isn't that racist?" Tiffany looked at Gregory.

"No, that's a fact!" answer the man.

"Who's your first blood?" aisyah Tyler asked as she advanced her body slightly towards Gregory.

"My High School Friend. Ten years ago. He was playing tame pigeons and I ended up forcing him near the woods of the Hudson River. After that, I giggled him and his body I threw it there. You will not find it because I have learned that there is a Trench in the area due to an earthquake that occurred in New York several years ago. That's where he is."

Everyone there felt goosebumps because Gregory told me casually as if he was a horror movie story. Although the BAU members are used to the strange unsub but this case according to them beyond their imagination (outside their shadow ).

"Who's your first blood name?" ask Aisyah Tyler.

"Anita Blackwood."

Aisyah and Tiffany look at the glass, making Maggie and the NYPD search the missing person's data through the computer.

"really. Anita Blackwood went missing ten years ago. His father reported that his daughter did not come home after the American Football game at NYU's college." Maggie looked at everyone.

"Is Gregory NYU's student?" ask the Captain of the Queens precinct who took part in the interrogation observation.

"No. After graduating high school he joined the US Navy." David Gideon answered the captain's question.

"Then after High School, you joined the Navy?" ask Aisyah.

"Yes." Yeah."

"What about your wish?"

"Much more channeled with the number of pela*cur in every port we stop at" replied Gregory calmly.

"Did anything happen while you were in the U. S. Navy outside of a robbery" Tiffany asked.

"My second victim in New Orleans. Damn, he was so sexy when he screamed when I played rough with him. And I feel lost when he dies by the chuck of my hand..." Gregory's face seemed to lose more to the things that made him passionate* than the life of the person he killed.

Omar Zidane can only shake his head and call Marisol Braga.

"Let's go, I have a case for you. Huge (big ) ! But you must be steadfast in seeing the results of his interrogation."

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