12-06-2020, 12:48 AM
[I figured I'd add this one here to keep all the Delicato stuff together.]
She was on fire. A mission that burned in her gut and her soul. That passion to right the terrible wrongs
of injustice had risen once again and Detective Delia Delicato was out for blood. May God have the greatest
of mercy on whomever got in her way. Hell hath no fury...
She felt a renewed sense of righteousness after avenging her sister's cruel and senseless murder. With that
victory behind her she set out to save a growing population of Earth's most vulnerable victims: Its children.
That mission landed her in some of the most desperately impoverished places in our modern world. The slums
of Honduras being one of the worst she'd ever seen. It was heartbreaking. Human trafficking had left it's
miserable claw marks on even the youngest and most innocent of our kind and it lit that fire that now led
Delicato north along the Texas/Mexico border to Juarez.
Far from being new, these trafficking rings would not only exploit poor children of every age in the sickest
of ways but they would use them to lure in unsuspecting adults. People who were otherwise good and generous
souls only wishing to assist these forgotten little ones, would be drawn into abduction schemes and like the
poor innocent young, would become one more among the missing. She knew this must come to an end.
She was bringing that conclusion to all who offend. And neither Hell nor high water was going to stop it.
She was on fire. A mission that burned in her gut and her soul. That passion to right the terrible wrongs
of injustice had risen once again and Detective Delia Delicato was out for blood. May God have the greatest
of mercy on whomever got in her way. Hell hath no fury...
She felt a renewed sense of righteousness after avenging her sister's cruel and senseless murder. With that
victory behind her she set out to save a growing population of Earth's most vulnerable victims: Its children.
That mission landed her in some of the most desperately impoverished places in our modern world. The slums
of Honduras being one of the worst she'd ever seen. It was heartbreaking. Human trafficking had left it's
miserable claw marks on even the youngest and most innocent of our kind and it lit that fire that now led
Delicato north along the Texas/Mexico border to Juarez.
Far from being new, these trafficking rings would not only exploit poor children of every age in the sickest
of ways but they would use them to lure in unsuspecting adults. People who were otherwise good and generous
souls only wishing to assist these forgotten little ones, would be drawn into abduction schemes and like the
poor innocent young, would become one more among the missing. She knew this must come to an end.
She was bringing that conclusion to all who offend. And neither Hell nor high water was going to stop it.
