I wasn’t sure if what he had said had really gotten through to my traumatized mind so I jumped in and interrupted.'MEN?!!? PEOPLE?!' I shouted before not letting him get a response in before going off on a tangent.'NO, ITS JUST ONE GUY, HE SAID HE NAME WAS DAVE, HE TRIED TO TAKE ME LAST WEEK AND NOW HE CAME BACK TO FINISH THE JOB! BUT HE TOOK JESS INSTEAD AND ITS ALL MY FAULT. PLEASE YOU HAVE TO FIND HIM AND GET HER BACK! PLEASE!' I started to get frustrated, Time was running out and we didn’t have time to spare. In all honestly, I felt like I was responsible for not telling my parents about ‘Dave’ in the first place.Agent Johnson held his hand up dismissively to calm my outburst and made sure I was listening before he continued.'The man you described..’ He sighed in what felt like a bit of shame.‘His name isn’t 'Dave' .. His name is Damian Ramsey...’ He took another paused and sighed again as if trying to find the words.‘He is a criminal informant of the bureau' His gaze met the floor.Our eyes all widened, this was getting more and more bizarre. My mum went ballistic as you can imagine. Saying that this man tried to force his way into our home last week, to do god knows what to me and now we find he works for the FBI! She was appalled and outraged but my father managed to settled her down. He as well as everyone else wanted to know more.The agent waited for the room to settle again before he continued. 'He was a part of the gang we are investigating. They are known as 'The Swarm'.I couldn’t help but think back to the butterfly symbol. A knot tightened in my gut.‘They are a ruthless clandestine network of human traffickers who responsible for a large percentage of violent crime all over the country. Kidnappings, Child Abductions, Murders, Torture, Extortion, Blackmail.. you name it.'He sighed once again and took on a defeated look the more he delved in on the subject. ‘They have kidnapped over 700 people some as young as 18 month, and that is just what we know of. The victims mainly are traded, for large amounts of money, to some of the sickest people on the planet. The ones who cant be sold are often traded into prostitution or modern day slavery. In some of the more high profile cases, They have slaughtered entire families if their target couldn’t be taken quietly, like Jessica this evening.’I, along with everyone else, listening with pure disgust. I really thought it was bad Jessica being taken by this Ramsey character. But oh my god, this was becoming so much worse.The agent spoke again.‘This monsters don’t stop there. Some people are taken and are made into torture or snuff videos to be sold on the black market.’ ‘or if its a kid from a rich family they even use these horrific methods to extort ransom money from the victims family.’Jessica’s mum gasped and a little more of her soul left her body as her imagination tortured her already fragile mind.'So what was this Ramsey character doing trying to assault my daughter if he’s a government asset!' my mum blurted out in a rage.'Ramsey was what we call a 'spotter' for The Swarm. He would identify and stalk potential targets that seemed lucrative. ya know the types? Home-aloners, Tear-aways, Run-aways. These types would be trafficked and he also knew people who scout for Rich Families to extort and blackmail by threatening their loved ones. Ramsey, himself was mainly part of the trafficking side of the operation. He told us the Gang would scout kids they could potentially take, obtain photographs to advertise the target on the black market and secret online forums. If these adverts met a Buyers specific 'tastes'...’ They way he said that made the parents in the room recoil with nausea.‘This buyer would then offer to pay an obscene amount of money to the gang on delivery of the Target.’‘And believe me it gets worse...with Ramsey’s information, we have discovered that these buyers aren’t what or who you’d think they’d be.’ He bit his bottom lip and clasped his hands together as if anticipating the impact of what he was going to say next.‘They aren’t mentally disturbed sex offenders. Most of the time the Buyers are god damn CEOs, Judges, Senators, Politicians.. Jesus we even have some circumstantial evidence some high ranking cops are involved. We believe this organised group have direct links to some of the countries most rich and powerful elite. This is why this investigation is top secret and any links to it at all have to be kept internal. We have assets in the field who we need to keep safe’We couldn’t believe how dark this was turning. I could tell everyone was having a hard time grasping the reality of it all.'Most of the members of the group tend to be extremely violent and all of the high ranking ones have a lot of sociopathic tendencies but ultimately together they are a well organised unit, who will do anything to further there interests. However, Ramsey.. well.. he was different. He didn’t care about the money or the power. That sick bastard had a 'taste' for the young ones himself. He often used his line of work to ‘satisfy’ his twisted needs. This eventually got him in some personal trouble with the law. He was arrested on suspicion of the rape and murder of a 5 year old boy in Atlanta a few years back..’‘Oh boy, We had DNA evidence, Damning CCTV footage. We had that bastard dead to rights, literally. Georgia has the death penalty'. He said this like a soccer player who had just missed a last minute penalty.Agent Johnson contempt for the man started to show as he continued with the story.'We were literally about the charge him when he got this-this smug look on his face. That stupid face of his! He turned and says to me with this real superficial arrogance, that made me want to snap his neck right then and then..’I knew the tone of voice he was talking about. So assured. Like he was invincible.Agent Johnson did his best to replicate Ramsey’s broad Georgia accent. 'Now you just what a cotton picking minute their agent, Now what if I could give you the biggest win of your pathetic career? Who cares about one little toddler who lets face it, was begging for what he got anyway? I could make you the biggest cat in the alley Agent Johnson'When Johnson finished, he almost took on the look of Jessica’s. He looked defeated. He'd sold out this little boy who suffered horribly at the hands of this animal but a few cheap wins. A few bad apples had faced charges but the tree so to speak was still standing. The Swarm were still out there. Ruining peoples lives.'We agreed to drop the charges in regards to the child, in return for his co-operation and information that aided our ongoing investigation into this organised crime syndicate. In our defence, he gave a lot of information on the gangs methods. Sites they used on the deep web, places they would trade their 'livestock' as he called them, high profile buyers etc. We are a lot more aware of there presence than we were 3 years ago. We were able to solve a lot of cold cases thanks to his insights. He knew dates, places, people, numbers, sites, accomplices... he was a god damn gold mine and 100% untouchable and the son of a bitch knew it! He never told us everything. He always held stuff back as insurance for him against future convictions.’His gaze met mine when he said that last sentence. I now understood why he was so bold with me that day. He never once looked as if being caught bothered him.‘Ramsey went on to secure a WITSEC agreement and we moved him to this area, safe house, immunity, new identity, the works. But we've come to learn tonight that when it comes to the people who we are dealing with here - There ain’t no such thing as Immunity.'At the time, I wasn’t sure what that last comment meant so but the agent continued before I could ask what he was talking about.'We've had multiple reports on his behaviour since he became a CI. Just minor stuff up until today. Public Indecency, Assault, Drug Charges etc. However, any police reports or enquiries on him automatically set off a federal trip wire and the files become immediately encrypted to anyone except the bureau. This is to protect his identity and our investigation.’Agent Rodriquez piped up for the first time, rising from his seat at our dining room table with a blue folder in his hand, stamped ‘CLASSIFIED’ in contrasting blood red ink. 'We first became aware of tonights events earlier today. A police report that was filed by a neighbour on the adjacent street. He reported a man matching Ramsey’s description being dragged into the side door of white ford transit earlier today by two men dressed in all black. With, what he described as ‘creepy ass’ Easter Bunny masks.'Agent Rodriguez backed up the FBIs theory by pulling out a photo from the blue file to show the adults in the room. Greg, after receiving a non verbal que from Johnson, distracted me when this was happening by asking me for help with his Iphone. I knew it was some bullshit made up issue but I helped him anyway. I knew now that what was being shown was bad. The image whatever it was made Jessica’s mum break again into a sobbing shriek.After placing the photo away and closing the folder, he continued giving the account of the neighbours police report on Ramseys kidnapping.'He said the van had been lingering in the area with the engine running and the neighbour thought it looked suspicious as he'd seen it keep popping up in the area over the past week but no one ever got out or in and there was no roadworks going on in the area at the time to explain it. We believe Karma...and The Swarm, finally caught up with Ramsey. We’re not sure if they came here to find Ramsey and found Olivia, or if they came to take Olivia and caught Ramsey. Either way he belongs to them now. I’d have sympathy for the guy but maybe now that kid in Atlanta finally has some Justice.'Rodriquez already realised that last comment likely wouldn’t go down well with Jessica’s parents and I noticed he was deliberately maintaining eye contact with Agent Johnson.Incase you are wondering. I asked my mum about the photograph they were shown. My mum told me a few days after this event that the photo was a screenshot from a video found on a memory stick, that was delivered to a wealthy families home two years ago. It had taken into evidence during a high profile kidnapping of two young kids. The image was horrifying. It showed two terrified 6 year olds, sat on a couch with black tape across their mouths. In between the two kids sat a man in all black clothes with his arms around the two boys in a non threatening way. She said it would be just like my father would put his arms me and my mum in our family photos. But the man wore a mask. A Pink Easter Bunny mask. The ears pointed straight up and flopped over just before the top. Totally Regular But it was the the eyes. They were made to look pure evil. They were the type of eyes that drain all sense of safety away from you when you look into them. A threatening, horrifying glare, that my mum said she still sees from the shadows of her bedroom when she tries to sleep at night. In front of the couch was a table. On the table there was an array of tools. Screwdrivers, Drills, Scalpels, Plyers, Bolt-cutters. My mum continued to go into gut wrenching detail about the wounds the kids had before I asked her to stop and she gladfully obliged. we hugged and said we loved each other again. We do that a lot these days.Agent Johnson continued his story but I noticed Agent Rodriguez received a call that he'd clearly been waiting for, He answered it with haste and left the room.I had a question. ‘When Da- I mean Ramsey, When Ramsey was trying to get me into my house. He get spooked by a drawing on our drive. I saw you two looking at it earlier. What is it?’ I asked.Agent Johnson closed his eyes and nodded his head as if to signal he was just about to explain that before I interrupted him.'The symbol at the bottom of your drive is the gangs brand marking. The symbol is a butterfly. In the world of child sex trading it symbolises that a buyer is in to very young girls. With this being the gangs niche we can only assume this is the origin of the symbol. Hence ‘The Swarm’. We tend to find this symbol branded onto the victims body a lot.''BRANDED? like with a hot iron??' Jessica’s Dad piped up He immediately wished he hadn't because as Agent Johnson reluctantly nodded, Jessica’s mum spirit broke, again.'Our working hypothesis is that the gang came to town for business or to look for Ramsey. Whilst here maybe Olivia caught someones eye. Walks home alone to an empty house. She looks young for her age. All the stuff that makes these sickos see Dollar Signs. They would have obtained a photo or video then advertised it on a buyers forum on the hidden web or black market these gangs use. They will have received an offer from a buyer so then they set up the snatch. They will have been watching the Matthews house for a few days after to figure out your work schedules, neighbour shedules etc. Finding the best time to strike. When everything is set up and a date is set, this is when they spray the symbol on the drive of the house. This is to signal to the 'snatchers' which is the house of the target. They use yellow so it can be easily seen in the dark. In rare cases its also to claim the target too. Warn off other interested parties and avoid conflicts of ownership with a rival outfit. Not many guys like to piss off The Swarm though.'I didn’t doubt that for one second.'We believe the snatchers were there to take Olivia that day when Ramsey was trying to get into your house. They must have spotted him and waited for him to take you inside, Where they could have nailed two birds with one stone. But, he noticed the symbol and when he fled the scene after realising the gang could be watching, The stupid son of a bitch walked right into their grasp.'Agent Johnson despite knowing his best source of information into the gang was now likely being branded with 256 degree hot metal and being mutilated with sharp tools by a bunch a psychotic easter bunnies, he couldn’t help but replicate the expression of satisfaction Rodriguez had displayed earlier when they thought of the horrific things Ramsey was having done to him for betraying The Swarm. I could tell he really felt better for the boy Ramsey killed in Atlanta. His current situation now gave him a bit of peace. What goes around, truly does come back around.Agent Rodriguez re-entered the room and blurted 'WERE ON! I'm heading down now, I'll check in soon with a status update. Looks like we don’t need Ramsey after all. We could get these guys tonight!' He gave this with a slight head nod full of positivity. I couldn’t help feel my hopes to see Jessica alive again flutter upwards for the first time all night. I looked at the clock. we had around 15 mins before the deadline to trade me for Jess was up. 'So what happens now, what are you doing to get my Jess back?!?!' Jessica’s mum erupted after pulling herself together. 'Well we've been trying to trace the Cell number the gang called on to try locate Jessica but its taking a little longer than anticipated, However our surveillance team have been in position at the warehouse where The caller told us the switch would go down. 2 minutes ago a white van, matching the description of your statement, pulled up. We are just waiting for the golden approval from our Strategic Firearms Commander to move in and take down the men at the drop. We need the order in case we need to use lethal force. Rodriguez is on his way down now so If they’ve brought Jessica to the meet, we will have her back home soon I promise you guys!'I could tell he was trying to convince himself as much as he was anyone else. Something really didn’t feel right to me. When me and my mum talked this night over a few days later, she told me she’d had the exact same worry. This gang have evaded capture for years and sounded as if they have the local police networks potentially in their pocket. There was no way arresting them and getting Jessica back was going to be as simple as they made out.The silence and tension in the room was killing me, so I asked Agent Johnson a question in private, that I really wished I’d kept to myself. 'What is so special about me Agent? Me and Jessica are always being mistook for the other. People say we are like twins. Why are they so desperate to trade me for her? What’s the difference?' I know it was a selfish question on the bare face of it but I was genuinely curious at this point.He looked at my mum for approval to answer honestly. She nodded. 'Yes, the fact you and Jessica look alike meant they grabbed her instead of you in the dark. They wouldn’t have known she was in the house as you entered through the back garden today according to your initial statement. On the recording the Man said that they presented the buyer with a video of Jess after the mix up but he said she looked too old and was ‘too much on the bigger side’. He wanted you because you looked 'Ripe' and wore the Pigtails well. It had to be you... or no deal.'I felt sick.My mum shot a look at Agent Johnson to scold him for being a little too honest with the called wording of things. Agent Johnson did his best to pull back his error in judgement by adding that likely if I was the one to go down stairs and they tried to take me then they may have killed Jess to make sure there was no loose ends. He added that if I was the one to be taken I would be being traded as we speak and there’d be no opportunity to save me like we have with Jessica. I could tell he wasn’t the best when dealing with younger people so I humoured him and acted as if I was seeing the bright side of the situation. I could tell her felt better.We smiled at each other. I could tell he felt as if he’d done good. I think and still to this day think Agent Johnson was a good man deep down. Our brief lighthearted moment was blown apart by Agent Johnsons Radio Handset Crackling to Life.'AGENTS DOWN, I REPEAT AGENTS ARE DOWN, STATUS ZERO!, THERE DEAD, THERE ALL DEAD!, I REPEAT STATUS ZERO!'Everyone in the house, just dropped what they were doing and focused on the harrowing dialogue coming through the device in Agent Johnsons trembling hand. He tried to remain calm for our benefits.'Rodriguez, what is happening ?? where are the targets ?? Where is the girl?!' The 5 seconds of silence felt like hours as we all crowded round awaiting the news.'Its a god damn massacre Johnson! The van, It was a god damn diversion! There’s 4 bodies here! two in the front seat of the surveillance van and the vehicle is on fire! Its blown to shit!'He took a moment to cough the smoke out of his lungs before he finished the update.'The other two are laying face down in the dirt by van tire marks. Oh my god their throats have been slit wide open! Jesus its a god damn blood bath, Bill! Jesus Christ, there’s no pulse!'Judging by Agent Johnsons facial expressions, He came to a horrific realisation.'4 bodies?!.. There was a team of 5?! Where’s the fifth man?!?!'‘Oh god damn! Daniels!!? Agent Daniels, If you’re here make yourself know Agent - THATS AN ORDER!!’ Both agents tones were panicky, desperate and short of breath. For the first time tonight, I feel the two men finally truly empathized with what Jessicas parents were feeling.Now I’m older I have my own theory about what happened to the surveillance team that night outside that warehouse. I imagine the gang had no intentions of making a trade and Jess was never with them. They wanted to lure me to the site under the false sense of security being under FBI escort. They likely had a unit already in place to take out anyone at the meet and they would take me by force whilst tying up a lot of loose ends at the same time. Agent Johnson did in fact say it would be there sort of MO. I believe the gang had seen the surveillance team park up. When the time was right they Drove the van in the middle of the dirt road outside the warehouse as a Diversion. I think a group of men armed with weapons lay in wait in the vehicle. Once the FBI got the golden approval from the SFC, the 3 armed agents got out the FBI vehicle and approached the Van with guns drawn. Maybe at this time another group of Swarm members attacked the Vehicle with a Molatov cocktail or Grenade. The hot explosion, and the sound of their colleagues screaming in agony pulling at their burning skin and clothes, caused the men approaching the van to turn their back on it. This gave the group in the van a chance to jump out and kill 2 of the 3 Federal agents and Kidnap the other.I guess we will never know what truly happened but after 5 years of going over it in my head, that’s the most plausible scenario I can think of.There was maybe an hour or so that passed by since the Incident. Mainly filled by Jessica’s mum screaming at the agents, wailing and shrieking where her little girl was and what they were doing to get her back.Agent Johnsons superior called him to lose his shit and asked him what on earth possessed two decorated agents to send a team of just 5 people to take down the most dangerous organised crime group in north America.He attempted to justify his actions by saying too many agents may have got them detected by the gang and cost them their chance of taking them down and saving Jessica.I would have felt bad for the guy, if not trying to pull my head out of oblivion. The realisation that I am likely never going to see my best friend again was a blow I wasn’t ready for.When people ask me what the darkest time of my life was. It was this hour. The time between learning our last hope to get my friend back was gone, and awaiting to hear what had become of a hardworking agent, who was just doing his job. And, of course my best friend who had never done anything other than be nice to everyone she'd ever met. The anxiety and dread pulled my insides into knots they I never thought could be undone.And then, our landline phone rung.The same process as before with the tech guys setting up the recording and listening devices whilst once again attempting to trace the call. Only this time Agent Johnson picked up the phone.'Where is my Agent? You hand them BOTH over now and we can talk about a deal. You hurt either one of them and I will pursue you to full extent of my ability with the entire backing of the Federal Bureau of Investigation!' The only headset was being worn by one of the FBIs Profilers. So Agent Rodriquez hit the speaker button so he could hear the mans words and what he was saying about the missing Agent. I look back now and wish he hadn’t done that. What I heard over the next 7 minutes is forever burned into my head.A drawn out Virginian accent came over the speaker. 'Now come on Agent, You've been doing that for 3 years now. And your still seen as a failure in your department and we are still going strong. Not even that little Rat you had working for ya could help you.’‘You give me back your agent you sick bastards!’ Johnson snapped.A clown like cackle burst from the speaker. ‘Well ain’t that cute! you allowed a child being raped and murdered to go unpunished. Just so you could further your investigations. And you call us the monsters?! Typical Lawman.' I couldn’t help Sympathise as I could tell this struck Agent Johnsons nerves. In a sense the Man was right. Its hard to defend the hypocrisy of the justice system at times. Johnson traded the life of the boy Ramsey killed for a tick in the win column in this investigation. I knew Agent Johnson had been haunted by what he did for a long time. He barely had a comeback.'Besides we're way past making deals. We gave you a chance to make a deal. Girl for the Girl and you tried to trap us. So now your going to feel the consequences of your actions.'The man took a pause and said something that made all our hearts wrench. 'And then we're going come get the one we want. Whatever means necessary. We're done pussyfooting around and we got a lot riding on that little girl you got there' My mum and dad held me as if to give me some sort of feeling of being safe. Jessica’s mum looked at us and I swear I saw her look for Jessica to give her the same reassuring hug. For the 10th today I saw her spirit break that little bit more. Another pause and a few inaudible noises before we heard the agonized screams of a man. The agent. But there was something about his groans of pain. 'Daniels?! Daniels Its Johnson. Shout out anything that can help us locate you! What do you see?! Give me something!' 'Oh he won't be able to do that unfortunately. you see, we thought you might try something like that, being a crafty fed and everything, so we ripped his tongue out.' He said that with a coldness that had a lot of us taken back. You could see that broke Agent Johnson. Knowing his judgement and decisions had this man in this situation. A family man with 2 kids, who should be home right now, watching the Lakers take on the Raptors in the playoffs with a cold beer. Right before he tucks his kids in goodnight after a day of fighting the bad guys of the world. Instead he is being held against his will. Being beaten, tortured and mutilated.'Don't worry though, Agent. Things will stop being cut and ripped off this gentleman, if he just writes down on this paper what we want to know.'We all looked at Agent Johnson before my Dad asked 'What is he talking about?' 'THAT IS GOD DAMN CLASSIFIED' he snapped.'Of course 'BILL'...' The use of Agent Johnsons first name visibly startled him. The man continued. ‘Of course you could put your man out of a lot of misery and suffering. If you just give me the name that I want. You have my word Lawman, I’ll put a bullet in him right now. No more games. But if you don't...’He took a deliberate pause.‘Well lets just say he’s got ten toes and 5 fingers he doesn’t need to write. And if needs must there’s two rows of pearly whites here to play with''I AM NOT HANDING OVER ANOTHER INNOCENT FOR YOU PSYCHOS TO JUST BUTCHER!' Agent Johnson exploded. His eyes now glazed over with tears of torment.There was another horrific 5 second pause before the man took a deep inhale though his nose.'Fair does Bill, Fair does. Have it your way.'The dull drawn out shrieks of Agent Daniels tongueless mouth screeched though our landline as he was dragged off out of the audio range of the call.It was hard to tell with no pronunciation but we were all pretty sure he was screaming the words 'Please' and 'No'. We could tell his was sobbing too.I didn’t think this night could get any worse.The speaker projected the mans voice again.‘Now then. Put Jessica’s mum on the phone please.'We all gasped. Our Eyes widened and I felt my pupils dilating. There is no way this was going to be good. Jessica’s Mum took the receiver from Agent Johnson. She was already fighting back tears. These people did not care however.She dived right in. 'Hello, Please.. Please just give me my little girl back. She’s a sweet little girl who hasn’t done anything wr-''MUMMY!!! MUMMYYYYY' Jessica’s voice interrupted her mothers feeble attempt at appealing to the kidnappers better nature. These people did not have one.'Oh my god baby, Yes I am here. Every things going to be okay! I'm here and we are going to get you home I promise.'The Man came back on the phone. 'Hello Mrs Adams. I need you to know that this isn’t anything personal. Its Just business.'Scrap what I said earlier. THIS RIGHT HERE. This was the worst moment of my life. This was when we all knew.'This isn’t the way I wanted it to go down. Honestly.’ He almost sounded sincere.‘The FBI have stepped on our toes one too many times and they have made us very angry. A message needs to be sent. I hope you understand. Oh, please tell the Matthews family that we'll see them very soon. That debt is still owed. And we will collect.'Jessica’s mum knew at this point what was to come. All she could do was to find the strength to try and comfort her little girl and be there for her in what was no doubt unimaginable hell for her.The image of her shaken frame and tears bursting from her eyes will forever stay with me. To her credit she did her best to remain strong. Telling Jessica everything would be ok. She started to sing her the lullaby down the phone, from when Jess was 5 years old and under the weather. The song always made her feel better. Every kid has one their mum sings to them. I hope it gave Jess some sense of comfort in those last moments.I think I'd have a lot more issues than I do now, had Agent Rodriquez not acted as quick as he did. He dived over the dinning room table to switch off the speaker phone just as the sound of an Electric drill revved to life and Jessica began to scream in abject terror.We all watched Jessica’s mum attempt to hold herself together. Tears leaking for her eye sockets. Jessica’s father embraced her mother in a state I’d never seen him in before.We all watched the last of her soul shatter as she sang 'Hush Little Baby, Don’t you cry' into the phone as Jessica screamed in pure agony for her mum and dad to come save her from the bad men.She stayed with Jessica until the very end. We never heard another voice on the line after the screaming stopped. The phone went dead almost immediately after. Jessica’s mum collapsed when the caller hung up.A unit arrived shortly after the call went dead. It was from the US Federal Witness Protection Programme. They gave us all new identities and relocated us out of the country. Apparently that was also part of the document we signed earlier. We weren’t safe anymore and needed to disappear. I cant give much more detail on this for obvious reasons. It was just our family that had to go missing. The FBI concluded it was unlikely The Swarm would come for them. They’d hurt them enough. We said our emotion packed goodbyes and offered what fatuous condolences we could muster. We packed our essential items in the 10 minutes we had before a black sedan came to collect us with a swat team escort sandwiching our ride. I watched my home for the last 13 years, fade away into the distance as Me and my parents embarked on our new life away from this nightmare.Apparently whilst we were being removed from the country, the FBI finally traced the call made to our landline. It lead to a remote location way off the grid just outside of our town. The FBI and Evidence Response Team followed up to some old abandoned storage facility. There they found the remains of three bodies. Daniels, Ramsey and Jess. We were told one was totally dismembered. One was hanging by their neck from barbed wire attached to the roof support beams and the other had been dunked in boiling oil. They didn’t tell which was which but when Jessica’s Mum went to Identify her body, that was the final straw. She committed suicide the next day by overdosing on her prescription Diazepam. Her father is reportedly still alive but by all accounts he's turned to a life of Alcohol and Anti Depressants. Our handler says she doubts he'll see out the year at the rate he is going. It always hurts to hear the lasting damage of this horrendous event. I hope they find each other again some day.Me and my family have settled now in our new home. We are making a go at a normal life but we will be forever moulded by that one night. I won’t walk anywhere alone. I have severe separation anxiety and its effected a lot of my romantic relationships. I can’t keep a boyfriend for longer than a month as I can’t talk to any of my boyfriends about my issues and where they stem from as its against my WITSEC agreement.Our case handler says we are the luckiest people she’s ever met and we need to embrace this gift we have been given. We are the only family to ever be targeted by The Swarm and make it out alive. All the other families out there like me and my parents weren’t as fortunate. I doubt id use the words 'lucky' and ‘fortunate’ Our handler wasn't there that night listening to those people die in some dark dingy old building screaming for mercy. But at the same time, I do get where she is coming from.I always read the online news articles for my old town and surrounding states to keep an eye on the alarming number of missing people cases. It’s horrifying. Mainly young girls too, who just vanish from their homes and neighbourhoods without a trace. The Swarm is responsible, I know it.Even though, I am told I am safe now, and getting on with the rest of my life. I always find myself coming back to three things from that night.The look of Jessica’s mums heart breaking as she sung her baby to sleep for the final time. A moment that haunts me on dark nights.The last moment me and Jessica shared together before she was taken. That lingering warm smile we gave each other as she stood in my bedroom doorway. A treasure I truly hold dearly on those same dark nights. And 3. The comment Agent Johnson quoted about Damon Ramsey in regards to his own WITSEC agreement from The Swarm.... ‘When it comes to these people that were dealing with. There’s no such thing as Immunity’Written by Luke Hemingway. Completed 00.54am 26/10/2020 via /r/mrcreeps https://ift.tt/3opy3lJ
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