#undercoveragent

[visionproductions2008]

Cracking the Case with a Twist! 🕵️‍♂️🧛‍♂️ Meet our Vampire FBI Agent, inspired by Kitboga's hilarious 'When FBI Agents ask for Gift Cards' bit. Combining supernatural skills and top-notch detective work to unravel the mysteries of the night.

[berghanese]

New au concept art! This one is a mafia au where I play an undercover detective working at a failing noodle shop for free for some reason. What a downgrade but you know, someone's gotta do it.  

[blueglowdistress]

Undercover Agent - Dream

[tonkysexist]

I genuinely believe that if you’re AFAB what your hyperfixations are do affect whether you get diagnosed (among many other factors that are skewed by differences in perceived gender).

The ones who collect makeup and can rattle off the exact timelines of entire brands and what they release, the ones who loved boy bands and memorized their entire discography and would constantly share little facts about them regardless of the situation, the ones who can tell you all the details about every single New York fashion week and stuff like that.

The stereotypes that exist about “girly interests” do 2 things to make adults miss characteristics of ADHD/autism:

1) Being “obsessive” in itself is a stereotype of young girls, particularly when it concerns male celebrities. So any level of that is “typical teen girl stuff that she’ll grow out of”

2) As a society , we don’t listen to young girls. We just don’t. Little girls should like makeup and clothes and that’s that.

On my own assessment as a teenager I talked about both my love of comics and One Direction. The evaluation noted my talk of comics as a potential hyperfixation and my (disgustingly vast) knowledge of boybands as proof that I was “capable of normal social approach”. Implying that my love of boybands, which at the time absolutely outweighed comics, was a sign of typical social behavior. I think the stereotypes held about the target audience of comics and what autism looks like definitely impacted how I was seen in that evaluation.

AMAB autism/ADHD has been the blueprint for so long that even in the little parts of signs and characteristics it puts AFAB kids at a disadvantage.

[chiefidea1]

How Do Intelligence Agencies Recruit Spies: Unveiling the Intricate Process

Espionage has always captured the imagination of many, largely thanks to the enigmatic allure of secret agents and covert operations.

We've been exposed to countless spy thrillers in literature, film, and television, but how close are these portrayals to the reality of how intelligence agencies recruit spies?

In this blog, we'll delve deep into the intriguing world of espionage recruitment, uncovering the methods, strategies, and challenges that intelligence agencies face in their pursuit of information.

Understanding the Basics of Espionage

Espionage is the art of gathering classified or sensitive information from a target, often an enemy or rival state, without their knowledge or consent.

This practice has existed for centuries, and it plays a crucial role in national security and international affairs.

To carry out successful espionage operations, intelligence agencies need individuals willing to risk their lives and assume false identities to infiltrate targeted organizations or countries. These individuals are commonly known as spies, agents, or assets.

The Overt and Covert Recruitment Process

Intelligence agencies use a combination of overt and covert methods to recruit spies.

The overt methods involve approaching potential recruits openly and legally, often seeking individuals with access to valuable information.

These individuals may include diplomats, military personnel, government officials, or scientists.

Overt recruitment typically occurs through diplomatic channels or during international conferences and meetings.

However, covert recruitment is where the intrigue deepens.

Covert recruitment involves identifying individuals who can provide access to critical intelligence, often from within the enemy's ranks or other sensitive environments.

This process is carried out discreetly and sometimes involves persuading individuals to betray their loyalty to their own country.

Identifying the Right Candidates

Choosing the right candidates to become spies is a meticulous and resource-intensive process. Intelligence agencies seek individuals with specific attributes, such as:

Access to Information: The most critical factor in recruitment is an individual's access to valuable intelligence. This could be military officers with knowledge of classified operations, scientists with access to research data, or diplomats privy to sensitive negotiations.

Motivation: Spies are often motivated by various factors, including financial gain, ideological beliefs, or personal grievances. Intelligence agencies identify what motivates a potential spy and use this as leverage.

Reliability: Trust is paramount in espionage. Agencies assess a candidate's trustworthiness through extensive background checks and interviews. They look for individuals who can maintain secrecy and handle the pressure of covert operations.

Cultural Fit: Spies often need to blend into their target environments seamlessly. This means considering factors like language skills, cultural knowledge, and the ability to assume a new identity convincingly.

Blackmail or Coercion: In some cases, intelligence agencies may identify vulnerable individuals who can be coerced or blackmailed into espionage activities. This can be a last resort when other methods fail.

The Recruitment Pitch

Once a potential candidate is identified, intelligence agencies carefully craft a recruitment pitch tailored to the individual's motivations and vulnerabilities.

This pitch may involve financial incentives, promises of asylum, or even threats to reveal compromising information.

The goal is to persuade the candidate to cooperate and start providing valuable information.

The Spy's Training and Cover Story

Once recruited, spies undergo extensive training to prepare for their roles.

They learn tradecraft skills such as encryption, communication methods, evasion tactics, and surveillance detection.

Additionally, they assume cover identities and personas that will help them infiltrate their target environments without arousing suspicion.

The High Stakes of Espionage

It's important to note that espionage is not without risks. Spies often operate in dangerous situations, and the consequences of being exposed can range from imprisonment to execution.

This high-stakes environment is one of the reasons intelligence agencies go to great lengths to protect their assets and ensure their safety.

Conclusion

The recruitment of spies by intelligence agencies is a multifaceted process that combines elements of psychology, tradecraft, and geopolitics.

It is a high-stakes endeavor that requires careful planning, resource allocation, and, above all, the ability to persuade individuals to betray their own loyalties for the greater good (as defined by their handlers).

Understanding this recruitment process provides a fascinating glimpse into the world of espionage, where secrecy and deception are the norm, and the consequences of failure can be dire.

[mrs-weasley-reid]

BUBBLEGUM BAIT

Aaron Hotchner x undercoveragent!reader

Sypnosis: Aaron goes undercover to rescue you. Turns out, you were already planning your escape. WARNING: curse words, violence, sexual advances, and innuendos (and more, tell me if you spot them) A/N: this is my first Aaron Hotchner post, have mercy lol.

Derek whistled, a mischievous grin plastered on his face. "Old money, hot daddy."

Emily burst out laughing, throwing her head back against her seat. David gave his best—he really didn't—to fight the chuckle threatening to rattle out of him, settling for a tight-lipped smirk.

"I was going to say that!" Penelope argued, turning to Hotch with a huge grin on her face. "Them ladies are 'bout to get an extremely Hotch meal."

Aaron depressingly placed a hand over his forehead, weighing all his options and regretting all his decisions. His ears glowed bright pink.

It wasn't like he had never worn a suit before, but this suit wasn't particularly the same as the ones he wore every day. This one smelled strong and titillating, radiating opulence and grandeur.

His hair was out of control as if he was a rabid man. The cologne that laced on the sides of his neck was reminiscent of asshole and arrogance. It would've been fine if he was still in college, but he was four decades into his lifetime, for Pete's sake.

He felt a hand squeeze his shoulder, turning to find the culprit of his demise. "You don't have to do this, Agent Hotchner." The woman with salt and pepper hair gave him an apologetic look.

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"We're still working on identifying the victim. It's like she never lived here." Penelope stated as she pressed a button on the remote control.

"That's because she didn't." They all turned to find a woman in her sixties, accompanied by a younger man half her age. She stepped inside the conference room, "Jeanne Renaud, chief of the Lyon Interpol Headquarters."

Aaron stood up, offering a hand. "Aaron Hotchner." He gave her a curt nod. "I didn't get any notice about your arrival. We're unfortunately about to work on a case."

A tight-lipped smile ran along her lips, motioning for the man behind her.

The man began to distribute folders around the table just as she started to speak once more.

"The victim is Liliane Zairsev. She's from Paris and a suspected victim of sex trafficking. A month ago, we found out that this organization was moving here to America. One of us was tasked to work undercover. We haven't heard from that agent in a week. Three days later, we heard the news about dead women who had the same victimology as the ones in the file Liam handed out." She breathed deeply, crossing her arms close to her chest.

"Thirty-two victims?" David raised an eyebrow. If three was a horrifying sign in their line of jobs, he couldn't imagine the terror of the number he just mentioned.

"We need our agent back, Agent Hotchner. We need your help." Jeanne pleaded, worry flickering in her eyes.

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"The night starts with auctions. There are two types of categories, dine in or take out. We're not sure which one she's in. We don't even know if she really is there. No matter what, once you find her, fight for her worth." Liam explained, checking the wires that hung like vines around Aaron's body.

Aaron kept silent, running every possible outcome in his head. He wasn't new to auction events, but how would he show eagerness rather than desperation? How was he going to save you without everyone figuring out that he was a federal agent and possibly risking both of your lives?

Liam straightened himself, signaling to Aaron that he was done. "Dine in or take out. As long as you choose an exclusive package deal, they will grant you a private room. That's where they would possibly prepare her for—" He paused, clenching his jaw.

As your close friend, he wasn't comfortable talking about you in such disrespectful ways. But Liam knew how vital every single piece of information he gave Aaron was.

"—your pleasure... She will likely be sedated, but she fights like a lion. Just calm her down and get her out of that hell hole."

It didn't take a whole team of profilers to know that Jeanne and Liam didn't merely take this mission as part of their job. It was personal. It was family. You were their family, and they wanted you back.

"I'll get her back." Aaron promised, earning a nod from the younger man. He plugged the earbud that Liam handed him.

Everyone waited for Aaron in front of the building. Some of them, Penelope and Derek, have yet to fade their teasing smiles.

But JJ was the one who had an encouraging smile, "You look good." She said as she dusted the lapel over his shoulders. "Take her back home to her family."

David threw a set of keys in his direction, "Don't hurt her. She's the only wife that stayed for more than ten years."

Aaron let out a small chuckle, eyeing a 1984 black Cadillac Eldorado Biarritz convertible. "I'll bring her back by midnight." He got in the driver's seat, feeling the texture of the wheel.

If only David had the kindness to whip his vintage cars out every case, Aaron would've loosened up the lines on his forehead.

"Always remember, we're inside your head." Emily pointed at her ear, creepily grinning at him

"We'll be following you too, of course. We're going to surround the place, so don't hesitate to call us in." Derek added, chuckling at Emily's words.

Aaron nodded, taking a deep breath. Now or never.

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"Struggling will only make it hurt more." The man with sculpted arms growled, glowering at your smaller body compared to him.

Cuffs bit the skin around your wrists and ankles. Cold hovered all over your exposed skin. With the little amount of coverage on your body, naked was the closest you could describe yourself.

The man held you by the neck, treating you like an animal for exhibition. He was getting off your winces. How a small whimper would shiver out of your lips when he dragged you too fast. He thought he could do them to you just because you were sedated.

If he only knew how much you wanted to smash his face on the wall. But you had to keep an act.

Besides, that was all he could do. Watch. Because you were for other people to ogle at. For disgusting, cowardly men who couldn't make their wives cum, much less you, even if you tried.

You were a new addition to their attraction. Tonight was your first night. And you planned for it to be the last.

A woman who was trying her best to avoid eye contact with you walked the opposite way of where you were headed. She carried a tray, where a small letter knife sat seductively.

Half of her face was lined by a scar, dragging diagonally across her left temple down to her right cheek. Although the scar was visible, you couldn't help but notice how beautiful her eyes were. They were of bright grey-blue.

Without missing your chance, you purposely bumped into her, falling on your feet. "Sorry," You weakly smirked, swiping the knife in a blink of an eye.

"You fucking bitch! Look where you're going, you ugly shit!" The man shouted at the woman, kicking the tray in the middle of her picking it up.

You drilled in your head how many times you would apologize to her when you managed to escape the place and watch it crumble down during your arrest.

"It was my fault," You defended timidly. Despite the mental promise of keeping an act of being sedated, you couldn't just stand there and let her take all the blame.

The man glared at you and swung his arm. You prepared for the harsh impact, but another guy called out his name.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing? Are you fucking stupid?!" The other man yelled; he had blonde hair and an awful beard.

You took that chance to slip the knife on your back, strapped under your bra's band, hiding it beneath the cascade of your hair. You bit your bottom lip, your movement causing a slight sting to shoot down your spine. At least you were certain that the knife was sharp.

The blonde man yanked you to his side protectively, as if what he was about to do was going to be a god-like behavior. "She's a new attraction. No one would pay if she's damaged. A bruise would lose us thousands of dollars, you stupid fuck." He lectured the other, nudging you to move.

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Aaron immediately felt dirty just by standing amongst the men that impatiently waited for some tits to jiggle or ass to bounce across the one-way mirror.

Each of them either held wads of cash or a glass of their chosen drinks. Most of them were wealthy nobodies, but Aaron recognized a few politicians from distant cities.

He lifted a glass close to his lips. Aaron has been catering the drink for a good two hours now, sipping little drops to keep himself sober and alert.

So far, he hasn't seen you. There just might be hope that you were simply in hiding but safe regardless. He has seen fifteen women being shown off like antiques, the men screaming for their high prices. If he could only buy all of them to safety, he would. But Aaron was there for you and you only.

"Gentlemen! Here's our special and last beauty of the night! She's new! Fresh! And untouched! She is available for dine in to the highest bidder!"

Aaron's grip on his glass tightened.

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Jeanne slid a picture of you toward Aaron. "She's a brave one." Her breath hitched, fighting the urge to cry in front of profilers.

Your hair was tied up away from your face, revealing all your beautiful facial features. You were no doubt a gorgeous woman.

But besides your attractive face, Aaron's eyes were drawn to the gold necklace that sat on your chest. It was a gladiolus flower. A hidden smile spread over his lips.

It symbolizes strength and power. He immediately knew you were someone who always put up a fight.

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Your hair almost hid the beauty of your face, but Aaron recognized the necklace around your neck even from afar. It was you.

"$20,000!"

"$50,000!"

"50! Anyone want to top that? What? I heard $80,000!"

"100,000 dollars!"

Aaron stared at your dagger, glaring eyes. He let a smirk twitch his lips.

You knew.

You knew where you were. You knew men were fighting for you. You knew. Which meant, you weren't sedated at all.

"Smart girl," He mumbled to himself before announcing, "Five billion."

The crowd went quiet. And if Aaron had been honest, he would've paid more because you were worth more.

Sadly, the bureau had a budget. He had to limit himself to 500 thousand and could move to 1 million if needed, but he'd explain his actions in the privacy of his office later on.

In that moment, he only needed to rescue you.

The announcer grinned maniacally, hitting the gavel against the sounding block. "One night dine in with this beauty, sold!"

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You weren't sure what type of man was unlucky enough to buy your time tonight. You bet he wouldn't expect a violent woman like you.

In spite of your display earlier, you were now clothed with more fabric. Lace to be specific.

They made you change into a black lace set. The bra pushed up every tits you could offer. A cheeky underwear that made your ass rounder. A garter around your waist that hooked on your black stockings that hugged your thighs deliciously.

You moved the letter knife on your right thigh. Easy access under the short black satin nightgown. You were prepared for battle.

The door swung open and came in the blonde man who seemed to keep his eyes on you. "Sit on the chair." He demanded.

You internally protested but obliged. He placed back your handcuffs, bringing your wrists together. In his mind, there was no other way for you to escape but the door.

"This guy paid a lot for your time. Don't mess up. Or I'm going to make you regret it." He threatened before leaving the room.

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The payment process was crucial. Money was an immediate factor, and Aaron mentally apologized to David for using his card and for memorizing his bank account information.

They led him down a hall filled with private rooms. Pornographic noises echoed as they passed each door. Most were from men. And if the voice of a woman managed to vibrate across the walls, they were a plea to be let go.

Aaron swore his ears were bleeding with disgust.

"This will be your room, Sir. Enjoy." The man excitedly said. He leaned a little, placing a hand on the side of his mouth to hide the words he was about to say, "I say you get the best out of this one. Everyone's dying to get a taste."

He managed to hold his fists back, urging a smug smirk to roll over his lips. "Then, I suggest you don't disturb us," Aaron stated before watching the man nod and walk away.

Aaron held the knob with hesitation. He wasn't sure of what he was going to be met with. He took a deep breath and twisted the knob, pushing the door open.

There you were, sat on a chair, patiently waiting for him.

The image was to be treasured, but Aaron had to remind himself that he wasn't any similar to the men who frequented that place.

A spark flickered in your eyes. Your lips slowly curved onto a smirk. "Hey, old man." You started in a teasing tone. "You can't just stand there and keep the door open."

Aaron's eyebrows knitted, but closed the door nonetheless after checking that the coast was clear from listening ears. "I'm Aaron Hotchner—" You cut him off.

"Strip." You casually ordered, taking him by surprise.

He studied you for a moment, keeping his mouth from any type of noise. Were you sober? Was his first question.

"What are you? A cop? Fed? It's fine. It doesn't matter. Now, Aaron, strip. They're watching." Your head motioned towards the direction of the camera in the corner of the ceiling.

He took off his jacket and then began to undo his tie. "Fed. How did you know? We were thorough on my... disguise." Aaron couldn't believe he was referring to his appearance as a disguise.

You rolled your eyes, "A fine-looking man like you doesn't look the type to wear a wrinkly shirt. You're obviously wired." Your voice echoed in a matter-of-fact tone. "You took your first step with your left foot when you got inside the room, but it's clear to me that your dominant is your right. You have a gun. Which I think is pretty impractical. Come closer, you're here to fuck me, remember?" Your brows were raised, impatient for him to move.

Aaron would be lying if he said your words weren't affecting him. "You have a good eye." He stood before you, glowering down your face.

"Or you're just a bad undercover." You smirked, "What are you waiting for? Kiss me."

A silent huff escaped your lips when he froze. You stood up and began unbuttoning his shirt. "You're very quick to have cold feet, Agent Hotchner." The way his name rolled off your tongue was distracting.

"Hold my waist—" You swiftly grabbed his hands and placed them on your sides, "—once you have a character to play, you embody it. Because it'll get us both killed if you don't." You kissed a little of his exposed chest and looked up at him with a hairpin stuck between your lips. "Now, kiss me." You repeated in a muffled sound.

Aaron finally caught up with your plans. He leaned down and owned your lips, kissing the pin from you. With one hand, he took the pin and reattached your lips together as he began to unlock your cuffs from between your bodies.

You pulled him closer, tugging his belt loops. You led the two of you on the corner of the room, under the vision of the camera. And just as your back made contact with the wall, you felt your hands free.

You pulled away with a gasp of relief, "Thank god, I thought I had to fuck your brains out before you could even understand." You heaved, rotating your wrist to let the blood circulate once again.

Aaron looked away, "Sorry." He couldn't help but notice your closeness.

"Mhm, must be that old-fashioned you've been sipping like coffee."

His gaze shifted back to you. The taste might've been lingering on his lips, but the action he took? How did you know he was taking his time with his drink? Aaron would think that you're a profiler if he didn't know any better.

"You owe me a bubblegum," You exclaimed, pulling him back from his trance. "I prefer a proper old fashioned. Whoever made your drink was pitiful."

Aaron raised a brow, "I'll pay you a box of bubblegum just for that statement." His eyes were drawn to your purple wrists. "Did they hurt you?" He asked, fanning his breath on your skin.

"They wouldn't even if they wanted to. My beauty has never failed to save my ass." You chuckled, getting a whiff of his scent. Your nose crinkled, "Who made you wear that nasty cologne?"

He chuckled at your expression, "Jeanne."

Your face softened, nodding. "Makes sense. She has bad taste in men."

Aaron was having too much fun, when a voice echoed in his head.

"Hotch, are you there? If you don't answer, we're going to barge in."

He pressed the microphone, "We're fine."

"We?" Derek questioned from the other line.

Aaron told the team that he'd found you, using your first name with such gentleness in his voice. "We're about to make our way out." He announced, still flushed against you, caging you in his build.

"[Earlier, she was just 'the victim,' but now, you're on a first-name basis?" Emily teased, which Aaron rolled his eyes on.

Your brows knitted, confused by his expressions. While he busied himself chatting with whoever was speaking in his ear, you began climbing on him like he was a ladder.

You fished your knife and cut the wire of the camera. Aaron's height was a huge help for you to reach such a high place.

He helped you get down, gently holding your waist to guide you. "Don't tell me you were already planning to escape?" Aaron was filled with amusement.

"I was going to kill you if you weren't a fed." You shrugged, walking out of his body cage. You picked up his jacket from the floor, "Mind if I borrow this?"

"It doesn't suit me anyways," Aaron kidded, earning a soft smile from your still plumped lips.

"[Oh, really?]" Derek taunted in his ear. Snickers rang through the speaker, and Aaron was thankful that you couldn't hear anything.

You glanced back at him, "Tell your friends we're on our way out. They should meet us halfway. The guys outside are not skilled in combat, but they have guns. We'd be dead before they can even shout 'hallelujah' if they don't move now." You slipped your arms inside the sleeves of the jacket.

The jacket could almost swallow your whole body. You rolled the sleeves up a little, allowing yourself some movement. Aaron couldn't take his eyes off you. He loved the way his clothes looked way better on you, even if it wasn't his in the first place.

"Did you get that?" Aaron spoke to his ear, nodding when he got a confirmation. He glanced at you with a stern look, and you two would never admit the small tug on his lips. "Let's get you out of here."

You scoffed, "Your help is just a bonus. I'm saving myself out of this hell."

With silent agreement, you opened the door, immediately greeted by two men who were about to check on your state.

"Hey—"

You didn't give one of them a chance to finish shouting when you kicked the protrusion on his neck straight into the center of his throat.

Aaron's eyes widened. Did France Interpol really need the BAU's help? You definitely didn't look like you did.

You took the two men all by yourself, stepping on someone's back as you placed a hand on your hip. You stared at Aaron with disbelief. "You just gonna stand there?"

Before he could even respond, Aaron saw a man about to attack you from behind. He pulled you by the waist with one hand and punched the man with the other.

"You okay?" Aaron twisted his neck in your direction, hand still on your waist.

A wide grin swiped over your lips, adrenaline pumping through your veins. And your body moved like it was dancing to upbeat music.

The two of you fought your way out of the hallway. It made every second of waiting to escape worth it.

By the time the team met you, you and Aaron had beaten up about half of the men in the place, minus those who were merely guests.

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Jeanne attacked you with a tight embrace, cutting your air supply. "I'm so glad you're safe! Oh, mon dieu!"

Next came Liam, punching your arm. He offered a welcoming smile. "I told you to always keep your tracker with you." He scolded lightly.

"I did!" You reasoned, a playful smile over your face. "I swallowed it, but I didn't expect to shit it out and flush it down the toilet." If you were lying it would've been way easier, but you weren't.

The BAU team introduced themselves one by one. You flashed them the same sweet smile you had on your picture.

"Behavioral analysis unit..." You nodded in thought. "Sounds real." You added with a teasing smile.

Their eyes couldn't help but notice how Aaron's jacket still sat around your shoulders. They weren't so slick as they thought, "It's collateral." You lifted your shoulders.

They looked at you with narrowed eyes. A chuckle coming out of your lips, you motioned your head in Aaron's direction where he was talking to Jeanne and a short-haired, dirty blonde woman.

"He owes me," You announced playfully.

Spencer was the first to furrow his brows closer than it already was. Why would their boss owe you? Aaron saved you. If anything, you owe his unit chief.

"I can hear you judging me, Dr. Reid." You said without moving your gaze onto his. "Is that a side effect of being a genius?"

Emily's mouth flung open, "How'd you know he's a genius? He looks like one, right? Right?" She was friendlier than you had concluded.

You smiled, glancing at Spencer. "I've been an undercover for sixteen years. Reading someone became my second nature. I suspect it's the same for all of you since you can't stop knitting your brows as if you're reading a difficult textbook."

"Sixteen? How old are you?" Derek had a great estimation of your age; everyone did.

"She's thirty-six. So old, right?" Liam wrapped an arm around you, grinning.

"You started when you were twenty?" Spencer curiously asked. An underlying question in his mind. How?

You pursed your lips, a small pop echoing between all of you. "You know those movies where the character was raised to her parents' trophy?" They nodded simultaneously, like children eager for their mother's story. "My life was kind of like that." You explained carefully.

The others joined you, making short eye contact with Aaron. Jeanne stood next to you. "And we're sad that she's retiring." She announced lightly.

JJ looked at you in awe. You were only a few years older than her. It was inspiring to hear your story. "What are you gonna do after you retire?"

"Find a job that's less undercover work, but still occupies most of my days. Old habits die hard." In short, you didn't have a plan. All you knew was that after the case, you didn't want to work as undercover anymore.

"Come work with us!" Penelope blurted, earning everyone's attention. She glanced at Aaron, "We have an opening. Right, Hotch?" A sly smile decorated her cheery face.

Aaron raised his eyebrows, then met your gaze. He still owed you a box of bubblegum if he remembers clearly. And seeing your gorgeous face and watching you take down unsub more often didn't sound like such a horrible idea.

He bit the threatening smirk on his lips. "Yeah, I think we do."

[littledead-ridinghood]

There was a flashback to a (probably homeless) kid stealing Jason's bike, Jason investigating it as Robin, Bruce following him and beating up the kid and the guys he was trying to sell the bike to, and getting them arrested. Jason had a fight with Bruce abt how he just ruined that kid's life and it's not going to accomplish anything; he was desperate to survive and if Bruce actually wanted to stop crime, he'd target the system and the billionaires exploiting poor people like the kid. And Bruce responded with "You think you know the people of Gotham? They don't like you" and brought up an online poll asking if Batman should keep this Robin, with most people saying no. Then in present day Jason and Artemis resolve to rob Lex Luthor

BRUCE BEATS UP A KID?!??! whAT—

God, polls and Jason just do not mix at all. Stop putting my baby in them, it never goes well, but that’s also so archaic. Like it’s so much like that one shitpost comic of joker with a Twitter poll: should I kill Robin or not? And then cuts to like,,,,a live stream of Jason murder? Like what??? I don’t??? Understand???

Batman: should I keep robin: y/n?

*6 months later jason fuckin dies*

And then everyone in Gotham’s like: did he—did he hand over the kid to the clown so the clown could murder him?

I just…just can’t put into words how absurd that is. Like what?

Also, mostly likely due to undercoverage bias within who and who can’t take the survey, the data’s skewed just like in the OG kill Jason poll. Do all the vulnerable people that Jason wants to protect who would have participated in the poll have the ability to reply to said poll? If not then the data’s biased and Bruce can suck it. (A la all the little kids who liked robin Jason but weren’t able to vote because their parents wouldn’t let them)

[nbprincey]

Don't remember what exactly my original train of thought was, but this poll is very statistically biased. Mostly undercoverage bias

reblog for a larger sample size and to reduce sample bias!!

[reneleijen]

Celstraf voor verkoop van grote hoeveelheid persoonsgegevens

De rechtbank Gelderland heeft een man (26) veroordeeld die een ‘enorme hoeveelheid persoonsgegevens’ verkocht via Telegram. De verdachte werd benaderd door een undercoveragent die via pseudokoop vijfduizend ‘targetleads‘ bestelde. Voor vijftig euro kreeg de agent telefoonnummers, voor- en achternamen, geslacht, woonplaatsen, werkgevers, relatiestatus en facebook-id’s. De verdachte was actief in…

[blueglowdistress]

Undercover Agent - Dub Plate Circles (1996)

[keynewssuriname]

Amerikaanse diplomaat veroordeeld tot 15 jaar gevangenisstraf; spioneerde voor Cuba

Een voormalige Amerikaanse ambassadeur, Victor Manuel Rocha, is veroordeeld tot vijftien jaar gevangenisstraf in de Verenigde Staten. Rocha, 73 jaar oud, bekende schuldig te zijn aan het doorspelen van geheime informatie aan Cuba sinds 1981. Het Amerikaanse ministerie van Justitie beschouwt dit als een van de meest ingrijpende en langdurige infiltraties binnen de Amerikaanse regering. Rocha diende als Amerikaanse ambassadeur in Bolivia van 2000 tot 2002 en werkte ook voor het ministerie van Buitenlandse Zaken in Zuid-Amerikaanse landen. Volgens aanklagers zocht Rocha naar posities die hem toegang zouden geven tot gevoelige informatie en invloed op het Amerikaanse buitenlands beleid. De arrestatie van Rocha vond plaats in december, nadat zijn spionageactiviteiten in 2022 aan het licht waren gekomen toen een FBI-agent zich op WhatsApp voordeed als medewerker van de Cubaanse inlichtingendienst. Tijdens meerdere ontmoetingen sprak Rocha openlijk en met trots over zijn geheime werk. Toen de undercoveragent vroeg of Rocha nog steeds trouw was aan Havana, reageerde hij verontwaardigd over het in twijfel trekken van zijn loyaliteit. Hij verwees herhaaldelijk naar de Verenigde Staten als de vijand. Het Amerikaanse ministerie van Justitie is tevreden met het vonnis. "Het pleidooi van vandaag maakt een eind aan meer dan vier decennia van verraad en bedrog door de heer Rocha", aldus een woordvoerder. "Het grootste deel van zijn leven heeft meneer Rocha in een leugen geleefd." In februari hield Rocha vol onschuldig te zijn, maar later sloot hij een deal met federale aanklagers. Naast de vijftien jaar gevangenisstraf kreeg hij ook een boete van 500.000 dollar (ruim 469.000 euro) opgelegd. Buiten de rechtbank in Miami, waar het vonnis werd uitgesproken, protesteerden tegenstanders van het Cubaanse regime. Zij eisten de maximale straf voor Rocha. Read the full article

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Chatters That Matter Presents: Be Aware Safety Tips from Former Undercover Agent Angelica Robles from THE EMBC NETWORK on Vimeo.

In this captivating video, we dive deep into the extraordinary life journey of Angelica Robles, a former undercover agent, Forbes published author, international best-selling writer, motivational speaker, mindset coach, and executive producer. Join us as we uncover her inspiring story of resilience and determination, from her roots as a forensic investigator to becoming the founder and President of Adevar Investigative Group. Angelica's expertise in criminal interviewing and interrogation at a federal level, as well as her experience with government investigations, corporate fraud, and private investigations, has made her a respected figure in the industry. With over 17 years of invaluable experience, she has also worked extensively with individuals struggling with mental illness and at-risk environments. But Angelica's ambitions don't end there. She is also an expert in landing movie deals in Hollywood and has coached numerous individuals on how to achieve similar success. In fact, her own captivating story is currently being adapted into a feature film titled "Veritas" by William J. Immerman & Tim Chonacas at Gold Tree Films. Angelica's infectious energy and unparalleled passion have graced many stages, including Natasha Graziano's, which sparked her speaking career. Through her motivational speeches and coaching, she empowers others to turn their dreams into realities, be it in their personal lives or within their corporations and businesses. Outside of her professional endeavors, Angelica is deeply committed to making a difference in the lives of others. Through her extensive charity work and leadership roles in non-profit organizations, she has helped raise over $120,000 to date, leaving a lasting impact on those in need. Despite the challenges she faces in her line of work, Angelica finds solace and balance through her dedication to endurance sports. As an avid triathlete, trail runner, and bodybuilder, she has completed two Ironman races and over 40 running and triathlon events. In 2021, she even made her debut as a Wellness NPC Fitness competitor, proving that she truly lives life to the fullest. "Unveiling the Life Journey of Angelica Robles: From Undercover Agent to Hollywood Success" takes you on a rollercoaster ride of love, sex, murder, drugs, betrayal, and adrenaline. Having overcome childhood injuries and abuse, Angelica's resilience and unwavering determination sets her apart. She aims to inspire others by sharing her own bumps on the road, ultimately paving the way for smoother journeys for others. Prepare to be inspired, motivated, and amazed as we delve into the remarkable life story of Angelica Robles—a true embodiment of what it means to dream big, overcome obstacles, and create a life without limits. Join us on this exceptional journey and discover the power of resilience and a relentless pursuit of success. Website: angelicaroblesofficial.com/about Angelica Robles is a former undercover agent, Forbes published author, motivational speaker, mindset coach, executive producer, and the President of Adevar Investigative Group. She specializes in criminal interviewing and interrogation, with over 17 years of experience in government investigations, corporate fraud, and private investigations. Her story is being adapted into the feature film "Veritas" by William J. Immerman & Tim Chonacas. Angelica's passion for helping others and her dedication to endurance sports contribute to her unique and inspiring journey. #AngelicaRobles #LifeJourney #UndercoverAgent #HollywoodSuccess #Undercover #SuccessStory #Inspiration #FilmIndustry #ActressLife #BehindtheScenes #CareerPath #Motivation #Achievements #Recognition #HardWorkPaysOff #RoleModel#author #Persistence #DreamsComeTrue #FollowYourPassion #FromAgenttoStar

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one more thing from actual statistics- hope!

So, about that whole "polls can be manipulated, Millenials and Gen Z don't poll the same way" bit, allow me to reassure you with MATH!

First thought: I want you to think of all of the calls and texts and emails you've had to Block recently.

Each of those was a poll.

It was likely either a party centered poll trying to figure out which side you were on and if they need to convince you to vote for them, OR it was a 3rd party poll like for the PEW Reasearch Center or CNN polls to find out how likely it is you'll vote a given way.

Now think about again how you blocked them, and how EVERY ONE YOU KNOW OF IN YOUR AREA has been complaining about those harassing, spammy pollsters.

Those blocklists? Those are a phenomena called NON-RESPONSE.

Polls will day they "reached out to 10000 households" and these are "the results we received" they're about even, right?

Wrong.

Those responses might be only 30% of the people they tried to reach, and while they do try to break it down to different categories

From the responders

They're not capturing a lot of data. If you need to find out, Try to find the sample size as well as the total respondents to get a better picture of what's going on.

There's also the voluntary response that is both the polls and voting!

Voluntary responses are

Not as reliable

For capturing accurate data. Why? Because in making these types of surveys there's a lot of non response AND

Response error (untrue responses, by hook or crook)

Convenience bias (using phones, emails, website surveys, 'street surveys')

& undercoverage

Because Millenials and Gen Z are chronically online, they're not as willing to give attention to telemarketers asking bunches of personal questions, and develop strategies to avoid those. This messes those surveys up with smaller sample sizes, and allowing more extreme opinions to prevail/influence the averages data (sample mean, sample standard deviation)

Voluntary responses

are also more to collect the extremes in responses - like product reviews online.

You get 1 stars(rants), you get 5 stars(raves/bots), and the Most Helpful reviews tend to be those very few 3 star reviews for details & accuracy of both the quality of the product AND the quality of service - even these helpful reviews are from very opinionated people, too!

So for every vote you see out there in the polls - you aren't seeing at least 7 to 10

7 to 10 voters who are more likely

Younger,

Less /extremely/ opinionated,

Online more often,

Encouraged to be civically engaged by what's at stake & having already made headway with certain issues as a collective action.

Etc.

However, while this is great for the media and stressful to see, I want you to note how it's also forcing civic engagement.

In a close election, every vote matters.

It's very easy to make that argument this year, especially when there are attacks against our voting systems to try and disrupt voting.

Especially when one party is saying every vote against them is faked.

Your vote matters, and it's your responsibility to both use your right to determining your governance and make sure your vote is ACCURATELY ACCOUNTED FOR.

Don't forget about that last bit.

You can be darn sure I'll be suing my clerk for reports if my early vote was rejected or counted erroneously.

So, take heart & take those polls with a block of salt until the votes are all in, but be sure to use their closeness to get your family & neighbors involved in the election, and TELL EVERYONE TO CHECK ON THEIR VOTE!

It’s the Saturday before Election Day 2024 here in the US, and stress/anxiety/fear/etc… is pretty high for a lot of people. That’s warranted, because another 4 years of Trump/GOP rule will harm so many people. You should do whatever you need to manage the next few days (including voting if you haven’t already), but I really want to encourage you to stop giving polls and “close race” media coverage much / any of your time or consideration.

Polling processes are wildly obsolete for how Millennial and Gen Z voters act compared to Gen X and Boomers (this is not a dig at these generations, just a factual observation). Polls are also easily manipulated to return a desired result, and the people running polls have a vested interest in getting your engagement. Keeping the results tight keeps eyeballs on them.

Similarly, the 24/7 media environment needs you constantly on edge and worried so you keep checking in and listening. They have no interest in a boring election or landslide victory. The majority of journalists have not risen to address this moment with the deliberate, in-depth reporting that we need. It’s far easier to throw together click-bait headlines to pump their numbers. It’s why they spend days covering the tiniest slip by Harris/Walz (and previously, Biden) while giving Trump/Vance a pass on every insane thing they say. Trump is *incredible* for news companies. He is so outrageous that their headlines write themselves, and as long as they don’t follow-up to truly report on him in a way that would end any other politician, they have unlimited content. Whatever you think about Biden, just remember: a single debate performance that wasn’t great was seized upon by the media (because it made for great engagement) and ended his candidacy. Trump can say the most batshit things (they’re eating the dogs!), and they minimize it at every opportunity, because he is good for them. They are sacrificing their journalistic integrity and responsibility at the expense of real people’s lives and rights.

So, what do we do if polls and most news coverage isn’t useful? Remember:

Trump lost the 2020 election. The Electoral College is the only reason it was even close. People were fed up then, and they are even more fed up now.

Roe was overturned by an activist Supreme Court that Trump is responsible for. In virtually every state-level election since then, the results have been outstandingly positive for Democrats, including in the Deep South™. This is why so many GOP politicians have stopped talking about abortion, even going so far as to remove their position from their websites, or directly contradicting themselves when asked about it. The only person making a decision about a woman’s body should be that woman, and these predominantly white dudes still don’t realize how badly they fucked up.

The majority of Trump’s former Cabinet and senior leadership have very publicly turned on him. While it would have been nice for them to do this earlier, it’s unprecedented to see so many prominent Republicans declare they will not vote for him. This doesn’t impact the hardcore MAGA crowd, but it absolutely speaks to more centrist Republican voters.

Trump has been convicted of sexual assault, and he is an adjudicated rapist. He’s been convicted of 34 felony indictments, with more to potentially come. Even though it seems like he never suffers consequences for these legal issues, it costs him voters. People who could justify supporting him before are finally reaching a limit, even if they don’t publicly admit it. (Some do!)

Also, more and more people who voted for Trump in 2016 and 2020 are willing to publicly admit they are tired of him and can’t do it again. His rallies are smaller and smaller, the crowds are less engaged, and, yes, people leave during his rambling rants more and more often.

Gen Z is getting to vote for the first time at any real scale. Say what you will about TikTok and other platforms, but they are more informed and showing up and caring about issues that didn’t move the needle for Gen X or Boomers. Remember the Access Hollywood, grab ‘em by the pussy, tape? That should have ended his original campaign, but it didn’t. Gen Z has found out about that, and it’s just one of so many things driving them to get out and vote. The turnout is going to be incredible.

Because we still use the stupid Electoral College, this election largely comes down to swing states. The Trump campaign has done almost everything imaginable to lose those voters. Whether it’s bashing unions (Trump said a child could do the same job as automotive workers building cars, he bragged about not paying overtime, etc…), immigrants (they’re eating the dogs, GOP-led states demonizing them), Puerto Ricans (calling their home a floating pile of garbage, Trump denying hurricane relief for almost two years), or women (abortion, telling women they should vote how their husband wants them to, Vance thinking their purpose is nothing more than baby-making, stay-home, wait-on-a-man’s every need), they are losing the swing states.

Elections are *incredibly secure and trustworthy.* The Trump/GOP camp has attacked this at every opportunity with virtually no success. The few instances of voter fraud we’ve seen in the last few years are almost entirely from Republicans. They have already started the narrative that the election is rigged if Trump loses. This narrative will only increase as results start to roll in on Tuesday. Don’t even worry about it. They will lose every / almost every single lawsuit they try to bring. It will have no impact on the eventual outcome.

Early voting, including absentee and mail-in ballots, turnout is incredibly encouraging. The higher the turnout, the better, and people are showing up. There’s fatigue and embarrassment on the GOP side (you’re gonna eventually hear from those voters that they stayed home, voted for Harris, etc…), and there’s excitement and motivation on the Dem side.

Are there reasons to be worried? Of course. The Trump campaign is going to try and obstruct the voting process in every way they can. They’re blocking poll monitors in Texas and Florida. Drop boxes in some states have been attacked. Voter rolls have been illegally purged. They’re bringing lawsuits (most of which they’ve already lost) even before Election Day. They’re going to claim fraud. They’ll probably incite violence again.

These are the actions of a desperate campaign that isn’t trying to actually win, because they know they’ve already lost.

So, we can acknowledge our stress, anxiety, and fear, but we don’t have to let it ruin the next few days. Get outside and enjoy (hopefully) beautiful Fall weather. Snuggle your pets. Listen to your favorite albums. Read a great book. Hang out with your people. Vote.

We’re a few days away from a massive weight being lifted from our shoulders. Don’t let it weigh you down until then.

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If the doors of perception were cleansed then everything would appear to man as it is, Infinite

Tom hat mir das Ungaretti-Gedicht übersetzt, die letzte Zeile geht bei ihm so: Da wirst du völlig neu erstehen, mich deine Stimme aufs Neue führen, mein Blick dich für immer zurück erhalten. Ein ganz neuer Aspekt von Per sempre ti rivedrò. Darauf wäre ich nicht gekommen. Habe den Knacks von Fitzgerald kopiert und meine Kopien in die Bibliothek gebracht, Richard Heinrich war dort, habe ihn gefragt, wo seine Schachtel steht. Er hat sie mir gezeigt und mir stolz erklärt, dass er der Erste gewesen sei, der mit diesen Schachteln angefangen habe und jetzt täten es alle, ich mag ihn so. Er hat dann gesagt, dass er sich den Knacks gleich kopieren werde, habe mich entschuldigt, dass ich alles unterstrichen habe und er hat gemeint, dass das ja wohl nichts machen dürfe. Habe noch angefangen, einen Aufsatz von diesem Kymlicka zu kopieren, über den ich ein Referat halten soll und der mich überhaupt nicht interessiert, dann ist mir aber die Kopierkarte ausgegangen, ich wollte endlich schwimmen gehen.

Bin zu Fuß zur Station Volkstheater gelaufen, konnte es kaum noch erwarten, bin bei der Schweglerstrasse ausgestiegen und zur Stadthalle gelaufen, damit ich endlich ins Wasser komme, schon als ich bei der Stiege war, sah ich ihn, nein, da noch nicht, erst als ich von der Turmstiege zu meiner Bahn schwamm, sah ich, wie er seine Arme ausstreckt beim Kraulen. Bin in der sechsten Bahn auf - und abgeschwommen, er hat mich nicht begrüßt, aber nach einer Weile ist er auch in meiner Bahn geschwommen, habe aufgepasst wie eine Tigerin, dass sonst niemand in unserer Bahn schwimmt. Er wendet so wie die richtigen Schwimmer, wollte er es mir zeigen? Er ist neben mir auf – und abgekrault, aber es war schon fünf vor zwölf, als ich im Wasser war und er ist um halb eins weg gegangen, ist vor mir aus dem Wasser gesprungen und hat mir zugewinkt. Ich war enttäuscht, dass er schon ging. Sah einen Jüngling auf der Galerie sitzen und schauen, war er das? Hat er nicht Photos gemacht? Plötzlich war er wieder da, der Undercoveragent, ist unten beim shallow end gestanden und hat verlegen gelacht und mich, während ich noch schwamm, gefragt, wie es mir ginge. Hat die Schwimmbrille nicht abgesetzt und ich habe ihm erzählt, dass ich arbeiten müsse und nicht schwimmen könne. Er hat zu mir gesagt, dass ich studieren solle wie er, dann könnte ich auch schwimmen gehen. Ich studiere ja, ich schreibe eine Dissertation, aber ich komme nicht vom Fleck. Er hat wieder überlegt und gesagt, dass ich dann ja schon weit gekommen sei oder so ähnlich, wenn du wüsstest! Ich habe ihn gefragt, wie es ihm gehe und er hat na ja gesagt und dann Wenigstens habe ich jetzt wieder meine Bahn für mich! Habe ihn gefragt, ob er jetzt doch wieder schwimme, ja, einen Kilometer noch, dann ist Schluss. Ich habe ihm erzählt, dass ich am Abend schwimmen war und dass so viele Leute da waren, er hat es nachdenklich wiederholt: zu viele Leute. Ich habe mich gefragt, was alle in der siebten Bahn tun, wenn das ganze Becken leer ist. Adam hat sich beschwert, dass er aus dem Rhythmus komme, wenn die Leute in ihn hinein schwämmen. Ich habe lachen müssen, weil ich gedacht habe, dass er doch ein Tänzer ist. Bin dann weiter geschwommen und nach zwei oder drei Längen habe ich ihn nicht mehr gesehen, obwohl seine siebte Bahn fast leer war. Ich glaube, dass er keine Lust mehr hatte und nur zurückgekommen ist, weil er mit mir reden wollte. Danach war ich glücklich, weil ich endlich wieder im Wasser war und weil ich jetzt ganz sicher weiß, dass er mich mag. Im Postkasten war Toms Brief, die Krönung des Tages. Per sempre ti rivedrò.

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https://books2read.com/HusbandUndercover

Jacqueline Hughes thought she had everything she ever wanted––a career as a kindergarten teacher, a home with a white picket fence, and a handsome husband. However, her life as she knows it is sent tumbling down the stairs and then onto a roller-coaster ride when she’s caught in crossfire.

Matthew Hughes is a secret agent for a top-secret government organization. The perfect balance he maintains between his personal and professional life is put to the test by his new assignment.

What happens when Jacqueline discovers her husband is not who he claims to be?

Will Matthew be able to restore the balance in his life?

Disclaimer: The medical terms, medicines and its effects mentioned in this novel are fictitious.