Trooper Station, Monday, October 6, 2025
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Steve was back in the office, reaching out to non-sucky FBI contacts (he'd been burned more than a few times by that agency) to find an expert in serial killers. There hadn't been another murder in the last few weeks back in Honolulu, but Steve didn't think his life was easy enough that some weird serial killer had traveled to Waikiki for vacation, killed two other serial killers and then gone back to, like, Omaha.
He left a message for a retired profiler named Alicia Brown who lived in Fairfax, Virginia, then turned his attention to what the Troopers were doing, and paused, staring.
"...what are you doing?" he finally asked.
Childhood photo team building guessing game, apparently. It looked like exactly the same photo printed out multiple times from where Steve was sitting, and he wasn't investigating any further.
The Trooper Station was open!
He left a message for a retired profiler named Alicia Brown who lived in Fairfax, Virginia, then turned his attention to what the Troopers were doing, and paused, staring.
"...what are you doing?" he finally asked.
Childhood photo team building guessing game, apparently. It looked like exactly the same photo printed out multiple times from where Steve was sitting, and he wasn't investigating any further.
The Trooper Station was open!