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                <title>Inward</title>
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                <description><![CDATA[What&#039;s bothering you, the Analyst Alexi asked Tricia as they sat in Tricia&#039;s office having reviewed the latest work on their new computer forensics project. Tricia shook her head No at first, and then acknowledged the truth, It&#039;s this Southview thing she said. In typical fashion Special Agent Richard Hastings – or as Tricia Master&#039;s liked to go call him: Hasty Dick – had opened and closed the case on Shaun Bennet a 22 year old UT Dallas grad who months after graduating with an engineering degree...]]></description>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 27 May 2026 13:37:35 +0000</pubDate>
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                <title>Downward</title>
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                <description><![CDATA[It was just as bad as Special Agent Tricia Masters had imagined it - maybe worse. The big pieces of the shooting had fallen into place quickly. The car&#039;s plates had gotten them to a registration and drivers license in Texas with a photo that matched the body they had in the morgue. Home address, records of the gun purchase, they&#039;d found the serial numbers scratched at but still easily matching the records that the gun shop was required to hold on to. Of course there was also Dick. Robert Hasting...]]></description>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 27 May 2026 04:39:32 +0000</pubDate>
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                <title>The End and The Begining</title>
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                <description><![CDATA[Carol heard the distant ratta-tat-tat both echoed and obscured by the long cold hallways of the mall. She was sitting on a bench next to an empty fountain, picking at the cold beef and broccoli she&#039;d gotten from the Panda Express. She normally wouldn&#039;t have time for such a luxury, 15 minutes for lunch was all she was allowed, but today she&#039;d decided to splurge. After all the mall was nearly empty, there was no major holidays that would spur the reckless spending that helped to keep the last of t...]]></description>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 27 May 2026 02:06:50 +0000</pubDate>
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