Just another day at the office, sipping my hot coffee when my desk shakes and my coffee gets all over my new suit.
"Johansen, burning church on 42nd street, called it a gas leak, maybe we or I should take a closer look." yelled my "splendid" partner John in a demanding voice.
Why does he have to spill my coffee, can't a person just use simple manners. O well, I guess that's part of the routine here at NYCDD(New York City Detective Department), or maybe he doesn't approve of my recent promotion to detective, whatever he'll come around eventually. Truth, I don't really care about his opinion, although at 6'4'', it would be in my best interest to just take it without argument.
I'm not here to make friends or lose friends; I'm just here to rid our city of psychopaths one day at a time.
As I arrive at the scene on a brisk but comfortable Monday New York morning, my detective mind sets in and I start to think that an explosion at a church can be no simple gas leak. As I walk through the door, everything is in ruins and the sweet New York smell turns into taste of ashes.
"Hey John what do you think of checking out the pipeline room where the leak happened, maybe we'll find something useful."
"Go ahead, I'm not stopping you but you know a search team already checked out the place and found it clean of evidence, but you go ahead, maybe you'll find something detective."
Sometimes I don't understand the human race, we are partners yet he always has to ridicule me, I'm just trying to help, am I the bad guy? As I walk into the room where the gas leak happened, I come across the Lieutenant walking out.
"Detective Johansen, Captain Mcdonagh has told us to evacuate the area as we have ruled it nothing more than an accident...
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...t man, he was the leader of all this. The church, it must have been a religious burning of some sort, sort of a cult attack, to prove that you mean business. I may be getting ahead of myself here with this cult idea but it just won’t go away in my head. Maybe this mastermind, maybe he claims to know how to free these innocent people. I could only begin to believe how he transformed these human into a hypnotized cult ready to strike and now the whole world should be on edge as our Captain is down. It was all my fault, if I would’ve just reported the wrench instead of being ignorant, the case may of reopened and the Captain would have been able to team up with me to bring this man down. If I notify the media, the world about this, I may just be putting innocent people on their deathbed or putting them at the hands of this leader, this “man”, to be hypnotized.
Mary Domsky-Abrams; one of the few to get out of the building, in the beginning of the fire, she recalls talking to one of the managers named: Bonstein. “ As he came near us on that fateful day, one girl asked him, “Mr. Bonstein, why theres is not water buckets?. In case of fire, there would be nothing with which to fight it.” He became enraged at our group of price committee members, and with inhuman anger replied” If you’ll burn, there’ll be something to put out the fire.”
The case begins with a report of a house fire in a Virginia suburb. When firefighters arrived and extinguished the flames, they made a horrible discovery. All four members of the house were dead. 41-year-old Blaine Hodges, 37-year old Teresa Hodges his wife, and their two young daughters, 11-year-old Winter and Anah who was just 3 years old. Investigators arrived and interpreted the burn pattern. They also discovered the presence of an accelerant. They determined that the cause of the family’s death was not an accidental house fire. This immediately shifted the focus from an accident to something more sinister.
'Maybe so, maybe not. Ten billion places we could've set up last night, the man picks a latrine.'
"I'm heading out to make an arrest." He replied, his tone carried a slight hint of Incertitude as to the motive of this inquiry.
The drought was near historic high levels for the time of year. In the moments before the entrapment on of the squads and the crew boss trainee were working with a fire engine and its three person crew when a spot fire erupted right next to the road. The seven Northwest Regular Crew number six and a engine crew got in there vehicles and drove south past the fire along the edge of the road. While driving they radioed the other 14 crewmembers who were working north further up the river about the dangerous situation. The 14 crewmembers and the incident commander and two Northwest Regular number six squad members were suppressing spot fires between the river and the road ¼ mile north of the first squad when they were informed of the situation that was threatening there es...
Each of us had very bad things happen during our time of being in charge. O’Brien’s leader learns a valuable lesson in the jungles of Vietnam. O’Brien’s character Lieutenant Cross is in command of a group of men in the middle of the Vietnam war. While Lieutenant Cross and his men are on a normal patrol in the “Than Khe area” (O’Brien1521) they are ordered to destroy some enemy vietnamese tunnels. O’Brien states Lieutenant Cross, “He carried … the responsibility for the lives of his men” (O’Brien 1519). O’Brien’s Lieutenant Cross is enjoying the lovely vision of a girl he left behind. O’Brien writes Lieutenant Cross, “he loved her so much and could not stop thinking about her” (O’Brien 1520). Because O’Brien’s leader is distracted by the images of the girl he left behind, it will ultimately lead to Lieutenant Cross’s misfortune. I had a similar role in my department that I worked in; one of my main responsibilities was to protect my co-workers from injury. My department was located in the center of a tool making plant and was incredibly hot, because it had very large furnaces. Although the dangers in my department were not as life changing as that of O’Brien’s leader they still could be serious and I was about to learn just how serious. On the day of my misfortune, I was helping a co-worker fix one of the furnaces in the department. My distraction was too much trust in my
One night, Christmas Eve to be exact, a life changing tragedy took place in Fayetteville, West Virginia. A family of twelve, one being in the army, went to bed only to be awoken by flames later that night. Once the house was in ashes, five out of the nine children were missing and never to be seen again. Although some believe that the Sodder Family house fire resulted in the five children dying, the fact that no bones were found, multiple witnesses have spotted them with two Italian men and women, further communication was kept, and the fact that they received mysterious foreshadowing threats led many to think differently.
Mystery cults greatly influenced the development of Pythagoreanism as Pythagoreans adopted many of their traditions, behaviors and beliefs. Pythagoras, the founder of the Pythagoreans, established a school in which he developed and taught these adopted cultural behaviors and beliefs. "The nature of daily living in the school, both its moral and its intellectual disciplines, can perhaps best be understood as an intellectualized development from earlier mystery cults such as the Eleusinian" (Wheelwright 201). The Pythagoreans and the mystery cults were not identical, but they shared many similar beliefs on subjects such as the soul, transmigration and reincarnation, and they practiced many of the traditions of initiation, ritual and secrecy. Pythagoreans combined the mystery cults' views on these subjects with philosophical thought as a foundation to develop their own unique beliefs.
Strange things began to happen the next couple days. First, Joey was in the living room of Grandma’s house making a jig saw puzzle. He heard the sound of a horses hooves walking slowly on the street then the sound stopped in front of the house and heard someone put something in Grandma’s mail box. Joey heard the horse walk away and a little while later Grandma’s mailbox blew up. Next, Ms. Wilcox’s outhouse was destroyed by a cherry bomb. Then, a dead mouse was found floating in the bottle of milk that was delivered to the front
Imagine my trepidation, then, when I walked into this church, with its high, vaulted ceilings and an enormous, emaciated, and slightly malicious-looking Christ figure suspended thirty feet among my head. As I came through the entrance, the prelude began. It sounded like nothing less than the soundtrack to a horror movie, as the slasher is about to leap out and dice an innocent schoolgirl. The organ wailed in threatening, building minor chords and did nothing to allay my trepidation.
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After seeing through his eyes how he was planning on using the pain and hurt from some of the people to try and win his case, he no longer seems like such a hero, but not quite the villain. “But anytime I hear about a case like that school bus disaster up there, I turn into a heat-seeking missal, homing in on a target that I know in my bones is
On the way back, we saw newspaper stands full of stories of Jack the Ripper. The Press was loving the story, they saw it as easy money. I couldn’t believe the letter was true. We got to the office at around 5 o’clock to find chaos.
At last I arrived, unmolested except for the rain, at the hefty decaying doors of the church. I pushed the door and it obediently opened, then I slid inside closing it surreptitiously behind me. No point in alerting others to my presence. As I turned my shoulder, my gaze was held by the magnificence of the architecture. It never fails to move me. My eyes begin by looking at the ceiling, and then they roam from side to side and finally along the walls drinking in the beauty of the stained glass windows which glowed in the candle light, finally coming to rest on the altar. I slipped into the nearest pew with the intention of saying a few prayers when I noticed him. His eyes were fixated upon me. I stared at the floor, but it was too late, because I was already aware that he wasn’t one of the priests, his clothes were all wrong and his face! It seemed lifeless. I felt so heavy. My eyes didn’t want to obey me. Neither did my legs. Too late I realised the danger! Mesmerised, I fell asleep.
Upon arriving at the church I was blown away at the magnitude its size and not only the engineering, but also the artistry that was required to construct such a place. The European Gothic style architecture was immediately evident from the street as the pointed arched windows seemingly reached up to heaven. These stained glass windows once again made me pause to reflect on the craftsmanship and man hours that must have gone into its creation. Although I didn’t know much about the church itself other than what I had just seen, I was intrigued to learn more once inside.