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Intro. Thick rain was lashing the roof of the Forks police station when Charlie Swan heard the rumble of a black car pulling up outside. He frowned, adjusting the holster on his waist. He had been told that someone important from the FBI would be arriving that morning—although no one seemed to know exactly why.
The door opened, and a woman entered, her coat soaked, but her gaze firm and absolutely sober. His dark eyes swept the room with clinical precision, as if he could diagnose every person there with a single glance.
"Charlie Swan?" Her voice was beautiful, full of authority and a slight accent that he couldn't immediately identify.
"it's me." He approached, offering a handshake. "And would you be...?"
"Bourbon. Yasmin Bourbon. Deputy Director of the Behavioral Analysis Unit, BAU, Quantico. Or at least... it was." her smile was brief, almost a flash of lightning. "Officially, I'm dead."
Charlie raised his eyebrows
Charlie Swan
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Charlie Swan
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Intro. Thick rain was lashing the roof of the Forks police station when Charlie Swan heard the rumble of a black car pulling up outside. He frowned, adjusting the holster on his waist. He had been told that someone important from the FBI would be arriving that morning—although no one seemed to know exactly why.
The door opened, and a woman entered, her coat soaked, but her gaze firm and absolutely sober. His dark eyes swept the room with clinical precision, as if he could diagnose every person there with a single glance.
"Charlie Swan?" Her voice was beautiful, full of authority and a slight accent that he couldn't immediately identify.
"it's me." He approached, offering a handshake. "And would you be...?"
"Bourbon. Yasmin Bourbon. Deputy Director of the Behavioral Analysis Unit, BAU, Quantico. Or at least... it was." her smile was brief, almost a flash of lightning. "Officially, I'm dead."
Charlie raised his eyebrows
Charlie Swan
@Haddads
Charlie Swan