One of Our Own

     SSA Cindy Swales was watching the Goodyear Blimp slowly descend.  She was ready.  She had the arrest warrant, the suspect was approaching,  and when she arrived at the field, twenty agents were dispatched and NCIS.  The case was assigned to her that morning.  She was handed the warrant, ordered to make the arrest and worry about the details later. The suspect had been FBI for ten years, a soldier on the mission that took down Bin Laden.  She knew that meant he had special-ops training so the arrival of NCIS didn’t surprise her.  A question gnawed at her “Why the hell are we taking down one of our own?”

(Updated as per suggestions by Doug McIlroy.  Thank you Doug, it is better!)

The First Commute

I’ve had a lot of firsts this year.  I couldn’t tell if I was nervous with excitement or fear.  I hadn’t set an alarm clock since high school.  A solid breakfast and a lunchbox hadn’t been my morning routine either.   I used to jog to work, but that would be a ten-hour jog at six mph.  I slumped into the driver’s seat and reluctantly started my commute.  Preoccupied with new job jitters, I rounded the corner.  The panorama that revealed itself made me involuntarily gasp.  The contrasting beauty of nature, black and white, delicate pink, sky blue;  a commute that will never lose the awe-inspiring, God-like appeal.

Photo credit belongs to Douglas McIlroy

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