#DC Compliant Firearms

[intriq]

✧ little moon

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Content warnings: blood, death, mentions of firearms [guns], angst, fatherly!Alfred, bigbrother!bruce, genderneutral reader, no mentions of y/n [i try to avoid doing this in my fics from now on], possibly my shitty attempt at poetry, little bit of time jumps

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PLEASE note i literally know NOTHING abt the DC universe and got insanely tempted to write this because of Rosa's [fairybaby on c.ai] discord, bc vampire au bots were being discussed and then it divulged to me talking about father figure alfred teaching the user stuff and then to vamp hunter alfred getting rid of newly turned user, which lead to me writing this.

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TLDR: non canon compliant VAMPIRES AU DC Universe Angst Fic about VampireHunter!Alfred getting rid of NewlyTurnedVamp!Reader [genderneutral friendly]

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time it took to write: around 5 hours [started at 6:59 pm Central time, finished at 11:09 pm Central time]

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link to the song i wrote this to [i recommend listening to it while you read!]

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The moon cannot stay in the night sky for forever, despite it’s gentle splendor.

You’d always been close to the quite famous vampire-hunting Wayne family, including Alfred, a closely trusted family ally who also just-so happened to be the butler of the family. To you, Alfred was like your father. Someone you looked up to.

And to him, you were like his child. One that he could never have in life.

The entire reason the Wayne family had become significant vampire hunters was due to the head of the family, Bruce Wayne.

It was a well-known tale of tragedy, known for every citizen of Gotham. For every civilian, every vampire, every vampire hunter.

because no matter how beautiful it may be,

Bruce, at the young age of just twelve [12] years of age, had been on an outing with his parents. They’d been walking amongst the street of rapidly darkening Gotham, streetlights flickering into life as the sun just barely peeked its gentle yellow-orange golden rays over the horizon of the city.

While there were different versions of the tale past this point, of how Bruce and his parents had even stumbled past a particularly vampire-infested portion of the city, it all leads to the same fate.

The fate of Bruce having to watch his parents be torn apart before his very eyes, helpless. Unable to do anything.

And to Bruce, fate was cruel enough to leave him alive. Just him. Forced him to sit there as his parents slowly turned cold as the blood drained from their bodies when the vampire that had attacked them scampered off when some random vampire hunter had shown up.

It all ends the same with Bruce having to literally feel the bodies of his parents grow cold in his grasp, as his hands hold theirs. Sitting with them as he cried.

But his tears, no matter how warm, could not bring warmth back to the cooled bodies of his mother and father.

That was the very tale that sparked Bruce to become a vampire hunter. All to make sure no other child would need to suffer such a cruel and cold fate.

The fate of watching their parents die before their very eyes.

Alfred had taken you in, too. For that very reason.

You’d only been the young age of six when one of Alfred’s vampire hunter buddies had come upon your family. Bodies already cooled, drained of blood that coated every inch of your home. But yet, somehow, you were safe.

You were “lucky” as some might say.

But no child is lucky in such a fate. There is no “luck” when it comes to being the only survivor of your families brutal massacre, leaving you with nightmares. Nightmares that would cause such a young child to wake up screaming and crying in the middle of the night.

With nowhere left to bring such a young child [this young child being you in particular], Alfred’s friend comes knocking upon the Wayne manor.

no matter how gentle she may seem,

It’d only been a week or two since the loss of Bruce’s parents, and when Alfred had opened the doors to find you cradled in his friends arms, sleeping with eyes shut and red, puffy from crying due to the nightmare that had woken his friend.

It’d been nearly midnight, too.

“Whose this?” Alfred had asked, reaching forward in just about an instant to take you from his friends arms. You don’t even stir from your slumber when Alfred takes you, cradling you in his arms. Your head rests on his shoulder as he holds you, and you even let out the smallest, softest little sigh.

As if you found Alfred’s comforting hold on you better than his friends.

Alfred’s friend gives off your name, and it makes Alfred’s brows furrow in recognition. He’d known your father. They’d served in the British military together, after all.

This was how Alfred came to know that one of his friends had died that same very night, and learned that his friend had even had a child.

You.

“I can’t look after a six-year-old with what I do, Alfred. You think you could..?” His friend’s voice trails off, and the question is clear. Alfred only slowly nods, giving him quick thanks before returning inside Wayne manor just as his friend turns to depart.

Bruce was still awake, too. He’d sat at the top of the stairs, just watching the brief encounter. And in that same night, Alfred introduces Bruce to you. Tells Bruce about your father, just in a few brief words.

Brief words that Bruce knew held a lot more weight behind them than Alfred could put on.

And from that night onward, Alfred raised you and Bruce.

Over the next couple of weeks after your arrival, Alfred would often be awoken in the night by your crying. Or your screaming, whichever one broke through your nightly terrors first. It would wake Bruce, too.

Bruce would always just stare up at the ceiling on these nights. Listening as he heard Alfred’s frantic, muffled footsteps come tumbling down the hall. Listening as Alfred opened the door to the bedroom you stayed in. [which was right next to Bruce’s, by the way]

Bruce could hear, from behind the wall his bed was against, as Alfred comforted you. As Alfred assured you that you were alright. Listening as your sobs and frantic gasps of air turned to sniffles after a long while, and then eventually quieted, with Alfred leaving exactly ten minutes after.

He’d even recognized the nickname Alfred had for you. “Little moon,” he’d always call you. Bruce wasn’t sure why, Alfred never explained.

One night, you’d awoken from a nightmare. But Alfred had been out on some personal business that day, and hadn’t quite yet returned. Bruce only awoke when he’d heard you open the door to his bedroom, your blanket hugged tightly under one of your little arms whilst you held some sort of stuffed animal that had been brought from your old home.

Even in the dark, Bruce knew you were crying. He could recognize those little sniffles, seeing as they kept him awake whenever you woke him by your screams of terror from your horrifying dreams due to your memories.

You’d asked him if you “could please sleep in his bed since Alfy wasn’t home yet”. And for some reason, despite how he’d ignored you at first, he couldn’t say no.

So you’d crawled into bed next to him, your little body huddled close to his. And Bruce hugged you, for some reason. Some sort of instinct, some sort of gut feeling.

It was like a natural reaction for Bruce, because he didn’t even process a thought before he’d done it.

And the moment he did so, your sniffles quieted faster, your tears stalling quicker than most other nights. And before he knew it, you were asleep again. And for once, you didn’t have a nightmare.

And from then on, Bruce saw you as a little sibling. And because of the loss of his parents not long before, he grew protective of you. Stepped into the role of your big brother without even a second thought.

After all, you’d both lost your family due to the same reason. The same way.

the sky does not have the room to hold the moon for forever, in all her silver glory

However, Alfred and Bruce did everything to keep you away from vampire hunting. And I mean everything.

Not once did they speak a word of it to you. Not once did they ever let you even notice how their presence left the Wayne manor at night to clear out the infested streets of Gotham.

So with that, you grew up mostly normal.

Sure, you got picked on and teased for how small you were in school. Sure, you’d come home battered and bruised from being shoved around a little too harshly by those kids who just easily towered over you.

You’d blame it on being clumsy. It was believable to Alfred. After all, you’d taken many tumbles in the years leading up to when the bullying started.

But Bruce never believed an ounce of it.

Sure, he’d try and ask you what really happened. But all you’d do is blink up at him, give him a forced smile, one that didn’t reach your eyes in the same bubbly and warm way it did usually. You’d always hoped he didn’t notice how forced it was.

But he always did. He just pretended not to notice it.

And when one day, Bruce happened to see the bullying firsthand. Seen it right before his eyes.

And that same day, after you’d disappeared from sight, Bruce got into his first fight. He’d come home just as beat up as you, maybe a little more-so, but he was victorious.

“You’re gonna get in trouble with Alfy if you get into fights, Bruce.” You’d whined, placing a cute little flower patterned band-aid on Bruce’s split knuckles. It wouldn’t do anything to help, but the thought certainly mattered.

And Bruce would only gently smile at you. That had been the first time, too. First time he’d ever smiled at you. He only ruffles your hair⎯ much to your disapproval and dismay⎯ and tell you that it was alright, that he didn’t mind if he got in trouble.

Because he truly didn’t. Not when it meant you got to live a more peaceful and normal life.

You were nine years old then, making Bruce fifteen.

He didn’t care if he got quizzical looks the next day for the fact he had those childish flower patterned band-aids on his split and bruised knuckles, or on any part of him that was bruised and battered. Bruce just didn’t care.

It made you feel helpful. So why would he stop you?

because the sun is a jealous twin, jealous of it’s sisters beauty, of her fragile elegance, and it yearns for that same beauty

So, yes. You were quite close with the Wayne family. You were practically an unofficial member of it.

In fact, you were close enough with them that all of Bruce’s children [adopted or biological] knew you quite well. All of them had a different nickname for you, one that they called you by. To them, you were just as much of a parental figure as Bruce was.

Maybe even more-so, since you’d take any opportunity to get them something. Even if it was a small little trinket.

But to them? That trinket was everything. It was worth more than any fine jewelry or expensive painting. To them, it was utterly priceless.

But hiding vampire hunting from you couldn’t last for forever, and you’d discovered it just after Jason’s disappearance. Why?

Because you’d gone looking for him.

Gone looking for him, and had accidentally caught Bruce in the middle of taking out a vampire. Which, unfortunately, caused you to relapse into memories of that night when you were six-years-old, due to how brutal killing vampires is.

You’d had another bout of nonstop nightmares for almost three months after that before they calmed, and Bruce had been there for each one, since you still lived in the Wayne estate.

Bruce never quite stopped feeling guilty after that, too.

and while the sun always feels sorry for it’s envy, the moon understands.

And now it was years later. Years later, and it was just a few days after you did something stupid. You’d slipped up, accidentally coming home much too late.

You were always quite bad at navigating Gotham, especially at night. So you’d wound up lost, in one of the worst parts of the city. One of the more vampire infested areas.

And you’d been bitten, and turned. You’d become one of them.

You didn’t mean to, you honestly didn’t. You tried to hide the signs from Alfred and Bruce. From Alfred, you hid it quite well. He just figured you weren’t feeling well, having a migraine.

But Bruce knew better.

He always could tell when you were lying.

So when Bruce had the confirmation that you were a vampire when you’d almost attacked him just the night before. He’d come home a little more beat up and hurt than usual, but nothing serious. To him, at least.

But to you, a newly turned vampire, resisting the urge to not attack when you hadn’t fed once just yet was impossible.

And that’s how Bruce found out. But he didn’t have the heart to kill you. No, he didn’t. He couldn’t kill the one person who he’d seen as a younger sibling for so many years. He couldn’t kill the person he’d tried so, so hard to protect from the infestation of Gotham.

So Bruce told Alfred, right after you’d fled Wayne manor.

And that’s what lead up to now.

she always gives the spotlight to the sun whenever it asks, as gentle or harsh or beautiful as it may

So here Alfred was, gun in hand. Stood before you.

Your gums burned and ached so badly due to how long you’d been going hungry. But you manage to hold yourself in, just simply standing there. Looking at Alfred, as you both stand in that trash filled alley, walls covered in graffiti.

“How long?” Alfred asks, finally breaking the silence that had been held for the pasty thirty minutes of you two staring at one another.

It’s hard for Alfred to hide the way his voice quivers. The way his hands tremble, nearly dropping the gun that was aimed right at you.

Your quiet for a moment, swallowing the forming lump in your throat. You can feel tears stinging your eyes, just like they did when you’d gotten the nightmares. You draw in a quivering breath, hands clenching painfully, nails forming crescent moons into your palms.

“Almost a week.”

Alfred is quiet. You can hear the way his heartbeat picks up, the way his breathing faltered for just a moment, as if he struggled to take in any air.

Alfred takes a moment to steel himself. To steady his emotions.

You and Alfred both have this thick weight in your chests. In your entire bodies. It’s like static, and it brings with it a bitter acidic taste to the mouth, makes the tongue go numb and heavy like metal.

Everything’s quiet, as Alfred steadies his aim again. He cocks the gun, too. But he closes his eyes when he does that, only opening them again after the click resounds.

“I’m sorry, Alfy. I’m sorry, I’m really sorry.” You begin, eyes glistening with tears. And before you know it, they are falling.

The same tears that Alfred could remember wiping off your face when you were six-years-old. The same tears that would cause him to nearly trip and fall on his own feet when he’d heard you crying due to those night terrors when you’d first come to stay with him and Bruce.

The same tears that he’d spend almost an hour every night coaxing to a halt. Sometimes even telling you stories about your father. The stupid things they’d do together, the stupid things Alfred did when he was a teenager.

And he’d smile when those tears stopped, halted by your little giggles that made relief flood his chest, warming it.

And before Alfred knows it, he’s stepped toward you. Gun still ready to fire, of course, but he uses his free arm to bring you close. And he hugs you.

Alfred hugs you in the same way he did when you were little, gently patting your back as his cheek rests on the top of your head, his gaze watching as the sun rises in the distance. And you cry.

You sob into him, hugging him back. Hugging him back so, so tightly. All you can get out between your hiccupping, broken sobs is just the words “I’m sorry, Alfy, I’m sorry” over and over. And Alfred simply continues to console you, replying with a very quiet, broken words of his own.

“I know, little moon. I know.”

Bang.

You fall limp in his arms. And Alfred weeps, cradling your bloody body in arms. For the first time in a long, long time, he cries.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you, my little moon.”

because the sun always rises, for the moon cannot lead with it’s gentleness for forever, for the world is not as gentle and forgiving. there will always be the light on the morning horizon, drawing your attention away, as the moon dips away from the sky.

[radllamaduck]

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DC Security Associates was founded in January of 2021 to provide firearms training, gun transfers, gunsmith services, to Washington D.C. Community. Our experienced staff are here to assist residents in navigating the process of owning firearms in the District. We provide a complete shooting simulator firearm and training resources geared towards the everyday citizen.

[thatsadorbsyo]

LFRP: Lucas Nevin [Balmung]

About:

Boasting a big heart, a keen mind, and a crude tongue, Lucas Nevin is a relative newcomer to Eorzean shores, and is eager to earn his place among her cities. He's an engineer by trade, a newly devoted follower of Nymeia, and a doggedly curious conversation partner. Redemption, creation, and the sometimes immiscible facets of the self are recurring themes in his story.

Basic Information:

Full Name: Lucas Nevin Gender: Male Age: 27 Race: Midlander Hyur Heritage: Dalmascan, Thavnairian Current Residence: Ul’dah

General Character Info:

Sexual Orientation: Bisexual Relationship Status: Monogamously Partnered Occupation: Engineer, Tinkerer, Mechanic Hobbies: Goldsmithing, Thaumaturgy

Notable Features: A gold labret stud under his bottom lip; knuckles that are often split, scabbed, or bruised; multiple gold and brass rings inset with rubies and marble eyes; one large ring of technological (magitek?) design; often wearing clothes with golden, black, white, or bright red fabric; often carries a gun; often in the company of small, custom-built machina of his own design.

Physical Appearance: 5′11″ and 170 ponze; warm-toned brown skin; light brown eyes; curly, medium-length, natural black hair; big eyebrows; good posture; dark under-eye bags; lightly muscular.

Personality: Blunt, though easily cowed if he gets the sense that he’s been insensitive. Kind to most people, though quick to anger and quick to fluster. Prone to oversharing but somehow without revealing very much; paradoxically secretive. Pragmatic and ingenious. Tries, though often fails, to be delicate. Curious, attentive, and considerate. Action-oriented; will take the lead if no one else steps forward. Prone to flights of egoistic fancy. Loves firearms of all types. Loves to meet experts in other fields. Probing, sometimes to a fault.

Hooks:

Engineer with Management Experience: Lucas boasts a lifetime of education and experience in engineering, both mechanical and magiteknical. He recently served as the overseer for a team of 14 airship engineers during an artifact-seeking expedition spearheaded by the Order of Nald'thal. Presently, he's working on decommissioning and repurposing the magitek ruins in Gyr Abania, as a specialist in the Immortal Flames engineering corp. If your character needs assistance or wants to talk shop, his door is open to you.

Tinkering and Restoration: In addition to engineering, Lucas also takes contract work for repairing and restoring treasured items. His specific competency lies in magitek or clockwork gadgets and keepsakes, but he welcomes a challenge in related fields. He'll give you a 10% discount on the quote if the item has a cool story attached to it.

Novice Thaumaturge and Goldsmith: Unproven but eager to learn, Lucas is looking for guidance and education from the thaumaturge and goldsmithing guilds in Ul'dah for these budding interests. If your character has ties to either organization, there are plenty of opportunities for them to meet.

A Tiny Bit Shady: Lucas may have a familiar face to characters belonging to either the thieves' guilds in Ishgard or the sky pirates in the Sea of Clouds. A very well-connected character may have heard rumors that he's been to Azys Lla. His exact association with these elements isn't readily known, but can be explored.

Proditor: If you were a student at the Imperial Magiteknical Academy in Garlemald or a member of the XIIth Legion in Gyr Abania and you think you recognize him... no, you fucking don't. (Please speak with me OOC before acting on this hook; I'm very selective about who I do this type of RP with.)

OOC:

Server: Balmung/Crystal DC Timezone: EST Contact: thatsadorbsyo#6895 on Discord, Lucas Nevin@Balmung in game. Carrd: https://nevin.carrd.co/

Looking for: Lucas is a story-heavy character and performs best in long-term, structured mission-style RP settings with IC debriefs for socializing and character growth, though he’s also good for short arcs involving commission work. He’s a good character for action and adventure, mentor/mentee training, dark/mature themes, plot-driven, puzzle/investigation, problem-solving, combat, and strictly lore-compliant RP.

Not looking for: I will not roleplay with players or characters who are under the age of 18, even if the subject matter is strictly safe for work. I will not roleplay with players who use transphobic terms like “futa” and “trap”. I am not seeking romantic RP or additional shipping partners for this character. I tend to shy away from most Garlean-themed roleplay unless it’s with people whom I trust to do it with nuance and good intent. I am not looking for purely social RP on this character.

[creepingsharia]

A Month of Islam in America: July 2019

A monthly review of what our open source research was able to find - and it is getting harder and harder to find information as big tech companies delete, remove, de-platform and de-monetize content and content providers who expose the truth. Google/Youtube, one of the worst offenders, took their pro-sharia enforcement to a new level in July:

Google - Youtube say ‘Christian’ is an unacceptable keyword but ‘Muslim’ is okay

Click any link below for more details and link to original source.

Jihad in America in July

Arizona: Two Somali Muslim Refugees Arrested for Conspiring to Provide Material Support to ISIS FBI Phoenix Field Office, announced that on July 26, Ahmed Mahad Mohamed and Abdi Yemani Hussein, were arrested for conspiring to provide material support and resources to ISIS, a designated foreign terrorist organization.

Brooklyn: Muslim Immigrant Who Entered U.S. on Diversity Visa, Became ISIS Sniper, Weapons Trainer A criminal complaint was unsealed today in federal court in the Eastern District of New York charging Ruslan Maratovich Asainov, a naturalized U.S. citizen born in Kazakhstan with providing and attempting to provide material support, including training, services and personnel, to the Islamic State

Texas: Muslim Who Wanted to Be a Martyr, Pleads Guilty to Attempting to Provide Material Support to ISIS

From August 2017 until his arrest in December 2017, Kaan Sercan Damlarkaya attempted to join and support ISIS, and provided information to other ISIS supporters about the use of machetes, the homemade construction of an automatic weapon and how to build and use explosive materials.

Bronx: Bangladeshi Muslim immigrant arrested at JFK, planned to join Taliban, kill U.S. soldiers

DELOWAR MOHAMMED HOSSAIN was arrested today at John F. Kennedy International Airport (“JFK Airport”) in Queens, New York.  HOSSAIN was charged in a criminal Complaint today with attempting to provide material support for acts of terrorism, specifically in support of killing U.S. nationals located overseas.

Washington, D.C.: Former Metro police officer convicted of supporting ISIS  gets 15 years at resentencing

Nicholas Young of Fairfax, Virginia, was sentenced to 15 years last year for obstruction of justice and attempting to provide support to a terrorist group.

Young was the first law enforcement officer charged with a federal terrorism offense. He patrolled the D.C. region's Metrorail system.

Iraqi Muslim who orchestrated jihad attack that killed 5 U.S. troops gets 26 years, then release to Canada

“Muhammad ‘Isa’s efforts to facilitate a suicide attack, one that ultimately resulted in the death of five young American soldiers in Iraq, has landed him a sentence of more than two decades behind bars…”

Indiana: Muslim Brothers Indicted for Manufacturing Fully Automatic Rifles for Islamic State

A federal grand jury has charged brothers Moyad Dannon, 21, and Mahde Dannon, 20, both of Fishers, Indiana, with multiple firearms charges and one count of attempting to provide material support and resources, including firearms, to the Islamic State

Florida: Suspect sent bomb threats to judges 'for cause of Islamic State'

Noah D. Stirn was indicted on federal charges related to issuing threatening communications involving explosives and mailing threatening communications to injure others.

The indictment alleges that Stirn asserted that the attacks were “for the cause of the Islamic State.”

Virginia: Koran teacher, who sent porn and jihad videos to 15-year-old student, gets 10 years prison

The videos on jihad that Seitu Sulayman Kokayi shared with a teenage student came from his stepfather, Sheikh Abdullah al-Faisal, who faces terrorism charges in New York

More Jihad in America in June

Ohio: Muslim Immigrant Who Attacked Man He Though Was Jewish Gets 30 Months Jail

Louisiana: Muslim indicted in  attempted feticide case - conspired to kill his girlfriend’s unborn baby

Florida: Man arrested in deadly shooting outside Tampa mosque is...Muslim

Submission to Sharia in America

72 Philly cops, 25 Dallas cops, more in Phoenix under investigation for “Islamophobic” comments

US Army War College Surrendered to Terror-linked Muslim Group CAIR 

Washington: New state law requires professors reschedule exams for fasting Muslims 

Miss World America Strips Miss Michigan of Title for Tweet About Refusing to Try on a Hijab 

Michigan: Muslims bully (Muslim) franchisee from opening Israeli burger chain in Dearborn(istan)

Washington: Muslim who shot six women, killing 1 at Seattle Jewish center is now a prison imam

Education Jihad in America

New Jersey School District Refuses to Release Records about Islamic Indoctrination of High School Students

Previous monthly reports here.

Sexual Jihad in America

Virginia: Man who illegally filmed 60 women and girls in dressing rooms pleads guilty

Illinois: Islamic Madrasah (School)  Teacher Sexually Assaulted 11-Year-Old

Diversity & Immigration Jihad

Connecticut: Muslim kills escaped cow by cutting its throat in Home Depot parking lot (VIDEO)

California: Egyptian immigrant murdered autistic sons by driving off pier

Florida: 217-acre, sharia-compliant Muslim resort planned near Disney, next to Margaritaville

New York: Imam buried behind mosque sparks debate in Rockland County village

Fraud for Jihad

DC: Top U.S. Govt Media Network Official, Author of “Vying for Allah’s Vote,” Guilty of Stealing $40,000

Louisiana: Third Muslim arrested in $1.2M food-stamp fraud case

DC: House Ethics Complaint filed against Rep. Ilhan Omar over Potential Immigration, Marriage, Tax, and Student Loan Fraud

Dhimmitude in Elected Office

DC: Sec of State Pompeo adds anti-American Muslim to Commission on Unalienable Rights

Illinois: Mayor of Champaign  Appoints Muslim Supremacist to Anti-Discrimination Commission

Boston: Mayor appoints Muslim from terror mosque to head of Office for Immigrant Advancement

DC: TSA Exempts Halal Food Trucks From Airport Inspections

DC: Congressional “Muslim Caucus” To Hold Inaugural Conference In DC, Sponsored By Terror Tied CAIR

Overall, a banner month for the sharia supremacists and their enablers. Some feel good legislation did pass, but it’s only necessary because elected officials continue to import populations that are incompatible with America.

Virginia makes female genital mutilation (FGM) a felony

Pennsylvania Becomes 34th State to Make Female Genital Mutilation (FGM) a Felony 

Arkansas makes female genital mutilation (FGM) a felony

Tell your elected officials, and those running for office, to stop allowing mass immigration of people into our country who require new laws to control and contain. If they can’t uphold the oath they took they should be removed from office.

Those unwilling to defend their liberties will lose them. The history of Islamic invasions has proven that over the last 1,400 years.

Please share this report before it’s too late.

Previous monthly reports here.

[dark-and-twisty-01]

Beltway Sniper Attacks

At 5:20 P.M on October 2, 2002, Ann Chapman was preparing for the end of the day at the hobby retailers in Aspen Hill, Maryland, at which she worked as a cashier. With no warning, the window of the shop suddenly cracked and she felt the wind of a high-velocity .223 rifle bullet crack past her head, so close that it touched her hair. She had just survived the first attempted killing by the individual who would become known as the Beltway Sniper (so called because he seemed to use the Washington Beltway road system to move between attacks), a person who for the next three weeks would terrorize the states of Washington D.C, Maryland, and Virginia. By October 24, 10 people were dead and three were seriously injured. 

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Lethal Accuracy 

Within 45 minutes of the shooting at Aspen Hill, the Beltway Sniper took his second shot. This time his aim was perfect-a single bullet killed 55-year old James Martin as he walked across the parking lot of a Glenmont supermarket. These incidents in themselves warranted a major police investigation, but nothing prepared the local police for what would occur the following day, Thursday October 3. Between 7:41 A.M and 9:15 P.M, the faceless sniper shot dead another five people. What was apparent was that the selection of victims had a distinctly random quality about it. They included 39-year old James Buchanan, 34-year old housecleaner Sarah Ramos, and 72-year old father of five Pascal Charlot. All had been killed in open, public locations within reach of major roadways. By the end of the day, it was not only state and Federal law enforcement agencies that were bursting into action, but also a startled urban media. Panic rippled through the public, stirred even further by the shooting of a 43-year old  mother of two, Caroline Seawell as she loaded up her minivan with goods outside a mall in Spotsylvania County, Virginia. She survived, but for the citizens using and living around the Washington Beltway, casual activities such as filling the car at the gas station or using a supermarket now seemed fraught with risk.

The main figurehead of the police investigation into the murders was the police chief of Montgomery County, Charles Moose. The Montgomery County police, however, provided the command center for a particularly wide investigation that involved agencies such as the Virginia Department of Transportation, the Bureau of Alcohol, Tabacco, and Firearms (BATF) and the FBI. All pooled their forensic and investigatory resources in an attempt to find the killer before he struck again.

Timeline of a Murder

1: October 3, 2002. 8:46 A.M Sarah Ramos, a 34-year old Salvadorean immigrant of Silver Springs, Maryland, sits on a bench outside the Leisure World Shopping Centre in Aspen Hill. Ramos works several jobs, and is waiting for a bus to come and take her to another place of work. 

2: John Allen Muhammad and John Lee Malvo are parked nearby in their blue Chevrolet Caprice. They have already shot two people dead in the last hour, one at 7:41 A.M and the next at 8:12. They spot Ramos sat on the bench, reading to pass the time.

3: Muhammad moves into the rear of the car, lying flat on the specially designed luggage compartment. In the rear of the trunk, he has already drilled two holes-one for the muzzle of the weapon, and the other for the telescopic sight of the gun. He now takes aim at Ramos.

4: 8:47 A.M Muhammad fires a single shot. Witnesses at the scene recall hearing a crack, then seeing Ramos slump forward, with blood pouring from her head. The .223 bullet from Muhammad’s Bushmaster rifle destroys Ramos’ brain and skull, killing her instantly. 

5: Muhammad and Malvo, having taken a young, promising and innocent life, pull away from the scene. They kill two more people that day alone. Initial 911 calls at the scene report that the women has shot herself. Only when police investigators arrive do they realize that she has been shot by a third party.

Tarot Card Killer

Unfortunately, for many days to come the Beltway Sniper seem to have the advantage. At 8:09 A.M on Monday October 7, shortly after Charles Moose had cautiously reassured the public that there was no reason to keep children off school, the sniper put a bullet through a 13-year-old Iran Brown outside Benjamin Tasker Middle School in Bowie, Maryland. Incredibly the boy survived, but for the police it was apparent that not only was the sniper feeding off the media coverage, but he was also a potential child killer. There was another alarming development - the Death card from a pack of Tarot Cards was found at the scene of the shooting inscribed with the words “Call me God.” In addition to the title Beltway Sniper, the shooter was now also labeled the “Tarot Card Killer.” Radio and TV broadcasts were now filled with experts, real and professed, who offered profiles of the killer and suggestions as to how the police could track him down. Yet despite hurling huge law enforcement resources at the ease, the sniper seemed to remain elusive.

Finding A Killer

Between the Iran Brown shooting and October 22, five more people were shot dead by the sniper, mostly in parking lots or gas stations around Virginia and Maryland. The killer was also becoming bolder, more tatunting. He started to leave messages and letters around the scenes of the shootings, boasting to the police about his impunity while also making blackmail demands for millions of dollars and threatening that “Your children are not safe, anywhere, at anytime.”Yet the sniper’s confidence would actually be his undoing. In a mocking phone call to Chief Moose’s office, the sniper mentioned his involvement in an armed robbery in Montgomery, Alabama, in September 2002, during which a liquor store clerk was shot dead. The FBI pulled details of the crime, and obtained fingerprints from a handgun magazine dropped near the scene of the crime. The FBI ran the fingerprints through their national database, and found that they belonged to 17-year old John Lee Malvo, a known associate of 41-year old ex-soldier John Allen Muhammad. Vehicle license checks revealed that Muhammad owned a blue Chevrolet Caprice that had been checked during random traffic stops around the areas of the shootings over the past few weeks. (For many days during the investigation, the police had been looking for a white box van believed to be associated with the shootings, although investigations into this vehicle proved to be a waste of time.) On October 24, around 3 A.M., the blue Caprice was spotted in a parking lot in Frederick, Maryland. Within minutes, police and FBI tactical units surrounded the vehicle and apprehended Malvo and Muhammad, who both gave themselves up with surprising compliance. Discovered in a bag in the car was Muhammad’s Bushmaster XM-15 .223 rifle, which forensics later linked to 11 of the 14 shootings. Further investigations revealed that the Caprice had been modified so that Muhammad could lay across the floor of the trunk and shoot through a small aperture drilled into the trunk itself, a modification that explained the inability of witnesses to provide sightings of the shooter.

Profiling 

John Allen Muhammad and John Lee Malvo were a curious pair. Muhammad was the sniper-he had served in the U.S Army for nine years, during which time he saw active service in the first Gulf War (1990-1) and became classified as an expert in M16 rifle marksmanship. (The Bushmaster XM-15 is a civilian/law enforcement version of the military M16.) Malvo seemed to have simply acted as his compliant sidekick. Muhammad was actually born John Williams, but later changed his surname to reflect on a conversion to Islam in the 1980s. His life up to the murders was a litany of emotional, marital and commercial failures. If we were to spot a final catalyst for killing spree, it may have been when his (second) ex-wife won full custody of their three children, with a restraining order placed upon Muhammad. Many people go through tough lives without resorting to serial murder. During the trial in 2003, the court found both men guilty, sentencing Malvo to life imprisonment without parole and Muhammad to death. Despite his appeals, Muhammad was executed by lethal injection on November 10, 2009.

Timeline of a Murderer-the Beltway Shootings

October 2, 2002 (Victim, none) At 5:20 P.M a shot fire is fired through a window of Michael’s Craft Store in Aspen Hill, Maryland. No one is injured. 

October 2, 2002 (Victim-James Martin Age: 55) At 6:30 P.M. Martin is shot and killed in the parking lot of a Shoppers Food Warehouse grocery store, Glenmont.

October 3, 2002 (Victim-James L. Buchanan Age: 39) At 7:41 A.M. landscaper Buchanan is shot dead near Rockville, Maryland, while mowing the grass at the Fitzgerald Auto Mall. 

October 3, 2002 (Victim-Premkumar Walekar Age: 54) At 8:12 A.M. part-time taxi driver is killed in Aspen Hill in Montgomery County, while filling his car at Mobil gas station.

October 3, 2002 (Victim-Sarah Ramos Age: 34) at 8:47 A.M. Ramos is shot and killed at Leisure World Shopping Centre in Aspen Hill, while seated on a bench, reading a book.

October 3, 2002 (Victim-Lori Ann Lewis-Rivera Age: 25) At 9:58 A.M. shot and killed while vacuuming her Dodge Caravan at a shell station in Kensington, Maryland.

October 3, 2002 (Victim-Pascal Charlot Age: 72) At 9:15 A.M. Charlot is shot while walking on Georgia Avenue at Kalmia Road, in Washington DC. He dies of his injuries shortly afterward. 

October 4, 2002 (Victim-Caroline Seawell Age: 43) At 2:30 P.M. Seawell is shot in the parking lot of a Michael’s Craft Store at Spotsylvania Mall in Spotsylvania County, Virginia, while loading purchases into her minivan.

October 7, 2002 (Victim-Iran Brown Age: 13)  At 8:09 A.M. Brown is shot and injured outside the Benjamin Tasker Middle School in Bowie, Maryland.

October 9, 2002 (Victim-Dean Harold Meyers Age: 53) At 8:18 P.M. Meyers is shot dead while pumping fuel at a Sunoco gas station on Sudley Road in Prince William County, Virginia. 

October 11, 2002 (Victim-Kenneth Bridges Age: 53) At 9:30 A.M Bridges is shot dead while pumping fuel at an Exxon station off interstate 95 in Spotsylvania County, Virginia.

October, 14, 2002 (Victim-Linda Franklin Age: 47) At 9:15 P.M. Franklin, an FBI intelligence analyst, is shot dead at a Home Depot in fairfax County, Virginia.

October 19, 2002 (Victim-Jeffrey Hopper Age: 37) At 8 P.M Hopper is shot and injured in a parking lot near the Ponderosa Steakhouse in Ashland, Virginia.

October 22, 2002 (Victim- Conrad Johnson Age: ?) At 5:56 A.M Bus driver Johnson is shot dead on the steps of his bus in Aspen Hill, Maryland.

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NUMBERS - The Daily Planet Editor

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by 370HSSA_0773H

I'm a regular office worker born with the ability to "see" how dangerous a person is with a number scale of 1-10 above their heads. A toddler would be a 1, while a skilled soldier with a firearm may score a 7.

Today I start my new job at the Daily Planet as an editor. Apparently it's a day of firsts, such as meeting a number 10???

- Come and read how James, a not normal guy who's trying his best to be normal, deals with the trouble accompanied by superheroes-

[this is prompted by writing-prompt-s please check them out on tumblr, and I think they have an insta as well. wakeupontheprongssideofthebed added the additional idea of this prompt in the DC universe including the use of clark. All credit for the overall idea goes to these two. And of course the original DC characters belong to DC, I only own the new characters made for this story.

Look, this is absolutely not in line with the actual plot with the DC universe, so sorry, but I will make it as enjoyable as possible.]

Words: 1122, Chapters: 1/50, Language: English

Fandoms: DCU (Comics), DCU, Superman - All Media Types, Batman - All Media Types, Justice League - All Media Types

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Characters: Clark Kent, Bruce Wayne, Batman

Additional Tags: Not Canon Compliant, Daily Planet, some pretty BAMF characters, Some Humor, How Do I Tag, My First Work in This Fandom, Kinda, dick grayson at some point tho, dogs?, main dude is a cutie, This is my second attempt

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Interstate transportation of firearms has been the subject of much controversy, misinformation, and well-meaning but unwise advice.  The resulting confusion has led to costly legal troubles for many well-intentioned gun owners.  The problem stems from a patchwork of state laws regarding firearms that vary widely, even in adjoining states. What is legal in North Carolina, for instance possession of a handgun, is a felony in New York without a specific license issued by New York.  Obviously, if you decide to move to New York, or to stay a week on vacation, then you should educate yourself on their laws and comply.  But what if you are just passing through, say on your way to Maine, where possession of a handgun would be legal? In 1986, the federal government passed the Firearm Owners Protection Act (FOPA), codified in 18 USC 926A, which reads: Notwithstanding any other provision of any law or any rule or regulation of a State or any political subdivision thereof, any person who is not otherwise prohibited by this chapter from transporting, shipping, or receiving a firearm shall be entitled to transport a firearm for any lawful purpose from any place where he may lawfully possess and carry such firearm to any other place where he may lawfully possess and carry such firearm if, during such transportation the firearm is unloaded, and neither the firearm nor any ammunition being transported is readily accessible or is directly accessible from the passenger compartment of such transporting vehicle: Provided, That in the case of a vehicle without a compartment separate from the driver’s compartment the firearm or ammunition shall be contained in a locked container other than the glove compartment or console. Problem solved, right?  Federal law pre-empts State laws to the contrary, especially on Constitutional matters.  (Just ask Alabama about how its segregation laws held up vs. the Federal Civil Rights Act).  The state laws are unenforceable, right?  Not so fast.  It seems the not-so-gun-friendly liberal states, especially in the Northeast, are picking and choosing which federal statutes they will obey, and they are getting away with it. New York has arrested scores of FOPA compliant visitors because they dared spend the night in a motel, stopped "too long" for a meal, or to drop in on a relative.  New Jersey arrested a man who was sleeping in a rest stop with firearms in the car.  These arrests were made on the theory that the gun owners were no longer actively "transporting" the weapon. Air travel has been another area of controversy.  You can legally declare and transport an unloaded handgun in your checked luggage flying from NC to Maine.  But if you change planes in New York, and if your connecting flight gets cancelled by weather, you will have to claim your luggage and spend the night in the airport or in a motel.  The District Attorney for New York City has directed that people claiming those bags be arrested for violating New York's prohibition against possession of a handgun without a New York permit. Maryland has become downright infamous for their police running the license plates of out-of-state cars, learning that the car's owner has a concealed weapons permit in their home state, and stopping the car for that reason.  Then, they search the car, and if they discover a handgun, they charge the driver, whether the gun is carried in compliance with FOPA or not.  This has happened dozens of times. These are but a few examples of the outright abuse of power and deliberate disregard for the rights of lawful gun owners under FOPA that takes place in the Northeast in general.  Massachusetts and DC are also known for their harassment of visiting gun owners.  (To make matters worse, the US Third Circuit Court of Appeals has ruled that FOPA applies only to vehicles, giving police even more leeway to violate the federal law.)  Similar problems exist in Illinois and California, but the Northeast is by far the worst area for this abuse. If you are arrested for violating these state laws, your only option is to fight it all the way through the state trial court, state appellate courts, federal district court, federal court of appeals (the same one that dreamed up the idea that FOPA only covers vehicles), and on to the US Supreme Court...IF you happen to have an extra $200,000-300,000 laying around.  So what can be done? Contact your Senators and Representatives and request that they amend FOPA to provide sanctions (like loss of federal funding) for states that disregard FOPA.  Request that they amend FOPA to address unintentional reclaiming of checked firearms due to no fault of the owner.  Join an organization that provides cost-of-defense insurance for firearms violations.  Avoid the troublesome states if at all possible.  But if you can't avoid them, transport any firearm in STRICT compliance with FOPA, scrupulously obey all traffic laws, and get through their jurisdiction as quickly as possible.  Print off and carry a copy of FOPA, but do not expect the officer to release you based upon it.  If you are arrested, do not answer any questions, and contact an attorney immediately.