Are you sure?
Im sure.
Without another word, Jenn disappeared down the hall, leaving Riley with a distinctly uneasy feeling. Shed long sensed that Jenn harbored secrets of her own perhaps some very dark ones.
Why wont she trust me? Riley wondered.
It seemed that one or the other of them was always a little distrustful. That didnt bode well for them working together as partners.
But there was nothing Riley could do about it at least not yet.
She glanced at her watch. She was almost late for an appointment with her longtime partner, Bill Jeffreys.
Poor Bill was on leave these days, suffering from PTSD after a terrible incident during their last case together. Riley felt a pang of sadness as she remembered it.
She and Bill had been working together with a promising young agent named Lucy Vargas.
But Lucy had been killed in the line of duty.
Riley missed Lucy every day.
But at least she didnt feel guilty about her death.
Bill did.
Early this morning, Bill had called Riley and asked her to meet him at the Marine base that made up the largest part of the Quantico facility.
He hadnt told her why, which worried her. She hoped it was nothing serious.
Riley anxiously got up from her desk and headed out of the BAU building.
Chapter Two
Bill felt a tingle of worry as he led Riley toward the Marine target range.
Am I ready for this? he wondered.
It seemed almost a stupid question. After all, it was only target practice.
But this was no ordinary target practice.
Like him, Riley was wearing a camouflage uniform and carrying an M16-A4 rifle loaded with live ammunition.
But unlike Bill, Riley had no idea what they were about to do.
I wish youd tell me what this is all about, Riley said.
Its going to be a new experience for both of us, he said.
Hed never tried this new kind of range shooting before. But Mike Nevins, the psychiatrist who had been helping him with his PTSD, had recommended it for him.
Itll be good therapy, Mike had said.
Bill hoped Mike was right. And he hoped it would take the edge off his nerves to try it out with Riley.
Bill and Riley took positions next to each other among upright four-by-four wooden posts, facing across a wide grassy field toward a paved area. On the pavement were vertical barriers marked with bullet holes. A few moments ago, Bill had talked to a guy in a control booth and everything should be ready now.
Now he spoke to that same guy through a little microphone in front of his lips.
Random targets. Go.
Suddenly, human-sized figures appeared from behind the barriers, all of them moving about in the paved area. They were wearing the uniforms of ISIS-style fighters and appeared to be armed.
Hostiles! Bill called out to Riley. Shoot!
Riley was too startled to shoot, but Bill fired one shot and missed. Then he fired another shot that hit one of the figures. The figure bent completely over and stopped moving. The other figures turned to avoid the gunfire, some of them moving faster, others hiding behind the barriers.
Riley said, What the hell!
She still hadnt taken a shot.
Bill laughed.
Stop, he said into the microphone.
Suddenly, all the figures were motionless.
Today were shooting at fake guys on wheels? Riley asked with a laugh.
Bill explained, Theyre autonomous robots, mounted on Segway scooters. That guy I talked to in the booth a minute ago is punching in programs for them to follow. But he doesnt control their every movement. In fact, he doesnt really control them at all. They know what to do. Theyve got laser scanners and navigation algorithms so they can avoid each other and the barriers.
Rileys eyes were wide with amazement.
Yeah, she said. And they know what to do when the shooting starts run, or hide, or both.
Want to try it again? Bill asked.
Riley nodded, starting to look enthusiastic.
Again Bill said into the microphone, Random targets. Go.
The figures began moving as before, and Riley and Bill fired single shots at them. Bill hit one of the robots, and so did Riley. Both of those robots stopped and bent over. The other robots scattered, some gliding about capriciously, others hiding behind barriers.
Riley and Bill kept firing, but the shooting was getting harder. The robots that stayed on the move darted in unpredictable patterns at varying speeds. The ones who hid behind the barriers kept popping out, taunting Riley and Bill to shoot at them. It was impossible to tell from which side of the barrier they might appear. Then they either scurried around in the open or took shelter again.
Despite all this seeming chaos, it only took about half a minute for Riley and Bill to take out all eight of the robots. They were all bent over and motionless among the barriers.
Riley and Bill lowered their weapons.
That was weird, Riley said.
Want to stop? Bill asked.
Riley chuckled.
Are you kidding? Absolutely not. Whats next?
Bill swallowed, suddenly feeling nervous.
Were supposed to take out hostiles without killing a civilian, he said.
Riley looked at him sympathetically. He understood her concern. She knew perfectly well why this new exercise made him feel uneasy. It reminded him of the innocent young man he had mistakenly shot last month. The boy had recovered from his wound, but Bill still couldnt shake off his guilt.
Bill was also haunted because a brilliant young agent named Lucy Vargas had been killed in the same incident.
If only Id been able to save her, he thought yet again.
Bill had been on official leave ever since, wondering if hed ever be able to get back to work. Hed completely fallen apart, lapsing into alcohol and even contemplating suicide.
Riley had helped him through it in fact, she had probably saved his life.
Bill felt like he was getting better now.
But was he ready for this?
Riley kept eyeing him with concern.
Are you sure this is a good idea? she asked.
Again, Bill remembered what Mike Nevins had said.
Itll be good therapy.
Bill nodded at Riley.
I think so, he said.
They resumed their positions and raised their weapons. Bill spoke into the microphone. Hostiles and civilian.
The same actions as before began to unfold only this time, one of the figures was a female draped in a blue hijab. It certainly wasnt hard to distinguish her from the hostiles in their drab, brown outfits. But she was weaving among the others in seemingly random patterns.
Riley and Bill began to pick off the hostiles to the same effect as before some of the male figures dodged the bullets, while others took shelter behind the barriers, only to dart out at unpredictable moments.
The female figure also moved as if frightened by the gunfire, hurrying to and fro frantically, but somehow never bothering to hide behind a barrier. Her simulated panic only made it harder not to accidentally hit her.
Bill felt cold sweat forming on his forehead as he fired one round after another.
Soon he and Riley had shot all the hostiles, and the woman in the hijab stood alone unscathed.
Bill breathed a slow sigh of relief and lowered his weapon.
How are you doing? Riley asked, a note of worry in her voice.
Pretty good, I guess, Bill said.