The F.B.I At Work!
Could it be that he was too dumb?
Hawkins had no tears in his eyes but wanted to cry out a river of water at how hard it was to keep up with the thoughts of these people.
"Special Agent Martha, what do you mean?"
"I'm saying... that they spent an awful amount of time here, compared to the other areas where they just dashed and leaped on continuously."
Hawkins frowned: "But isn't that normal? They should avoid getting found out by the large circular lights and the guards at the posts. So isn't it normal for them to stop from time to time and gather themselves?"
"Hmmm... That's maybe one of the reasons why they stopped. But it wasn't their primary reason. Look all around you. There are other spots where they could've stopped to figure things out too. So why here? Moreover, why are their print patterns so bizarre if all they had to do was stay in place and figure things out?... Something doesn't add up."
Swish!