Your Call May be Monitored.

((*HUG*))

((I'm looking for things to do with Hunnigan.))

((I am stressed, sure.))

((BUT SHE HAS 100 FREE ICON SPACES.))

Snippets overheard from Hunnigan's cubicle:

"We don't know who her connections are. She was able to keep him hidden for some time-"

"-best of treatment-"

"-responsible guards? Who oversees-"

"-food is a special requirement-"

"-it's absolutely vital that the lighting in his cell must not be too harsh-"

Because justice is blind.

But not to potential stumbling blocks in its own path.

I'm Ingrid Hunnigan. I'm an employee of the Department of Defense. I learned of Salazar through the Los Illuminados affair.

I've heard that there is some discomfort in Salazar's arrest. Salazar may have let you know that his castle was raided by US and Spanish authorities. Some of the evidence we seized: his personal journals throughout his life as a member of Los Illuminados.

There are some factors in his case that allow for a measure of sympathy. However, sympathy must temper justice, not overthrow it.

I helped to translate the journals, and I can vouch for the agent who recovered them. Quite simply, Salazar wrote this:

There was another intruder in my castle this week, directly after the one from three days ago! Perhaps they knew one another and this one was looking for his friend. Damned if I know. I supposed I could ask him since he still chained in the dungeon, but oh well. It’s not like I’m interested in hearing his life story. He’s just a snack being held onto for another time (since his assumed friend has already sated my hunger) and nothing more.

Well, I suppose he could also be considered a plaything in the meantime too.

This is not his only entry. This is not his only victim. He had to kill once a month in order to eat human flesh.

One of these entries a month, on average. He killed more often purely because he wanted to.

I stand fully behind Mr. Kennedy in his recent actions.

There's a scan here. It appears to be translated from a Spanish news source.

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SALAZAR APPREHENDED

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It's in. Behind some layers. It may be a few hours before they come across it, but then it's a matter of making and utilizing it. It will be available to him within the next thirty-six hours.

Second off: if you wanted protection, letting the press know right away that he's in custody will keep him from vanishing.

Leak it?

((You are doubtless strikingly handsome or beautiful. However, nobody wants to put your picture up on Myspace. Do not click the link if you get sent that by a chat friend.))

I'm ninety-nine percent sure that is indeed Saddler. If it isn't, it's still one of his creatures.

I can't get a trace on him without getting in there myself. I don't have one that will transmit across realities.

So. Heads up, people.

((Because it's cool. Witness the new icon I made. Isn't it cool?

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It's a little early in the day for many people, and there's a light rain that keeps most people off the back terrace. This place is noted for its flowers, however, and a few people are outside watching them drip.

Hunnigan is one of the diehards. The umbrella over her table is keeping her from being soaked. She hasn't gotten her coffee yet. She's waiting for a friend.