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John should have known that coming home was a bad idea, shouldn’t have been so blind and hopeful to think that Henry Laurens had changed enough to allow him any ounce of happiness.
Henry was with him, knowing better than to trust any one else to handle John. “Jackie, you need to get dressed. There’s still an hour, but we need to figure out something with that hair of yours. I really would rather you keep it short.”
“No,” John said, shaking his head. His arms were crossed over his chest, and he had no plans on moving from his seat on the foot of the bed. “I’m not wearing that, and my hair is perfectly fine as is. Alex likes it long.”
Henry closed his eyes and took in a deep breath. “Fine, keep your hair as it is.” Henry turned around and lifted the hanger from where it was hanging on the door. “But you are getting dressed. No son of mine is showing up to his wedding day looking anything less than his best.”
John swallowed. His hands were squeezed into fists, tucked into his arms. “I’d rather be no son of yours than go through with this farce.”
“It’s not a farce!” Henry’s face was red. “It’s a marriage. I told you what would happen if you didn’t listen to me, and now it’s happening. You have no one to blame but yourself, Jackie.”
He shook his head. “Even if I go along with this, even if I get dressed and appear the perfect son, it’s not happening. There is nothing you can do to get me to say the words.”
“Boy,” Henry said, stepping closer. “You are going to marry Miss Manning. That girl has the entire world thinking you’re in love with her, and it simply wouldn’t do to break Miss Manning’s heart, now, would it?”
“Do you think I care?” John’s asked, eyes narrowing. “It’s a lie, it’s all a lie!” He stood up, walking forward, moving his hands to run them through his hair. He turned to Henry and said, “I will change my name and run away to Africa if it means you get the fuck out of my life!”
“Watch the way you speak to me, boy!” Henry got in his face. “You will do no such thing. You are going to go into that bathroom over there, wash your face off with cold water, and get dressed. And then, we’re going to go over to the church and welcome the newest member of the family.”
John breathed in deep. “Why?” he asked. “Even back when I was still your perfect son, back when you thought I was studying polisci, thought I was gonna go to law school and follow in your footsteps, there was one thing you always told me. One thing I let myself cling onto.”
Henry shook his head and said, “I know. I told you how much I loved your mother, I showed you the pain it caused me when she died.”
“And what else did you say? What else did you tell me?”
“I told you that none of the hardships life brought you mattered when you had someone you loved at your said.”
John nodded and took in another deep breath. He looked Henry in the eye and asked, “then why are you taking that away from me? Why now? What changed?”
“You’re lying to yourself, first of all. That boy of yours is nothing more than rebellion, Jackie. He doesn’t belong here,” Henry whispered, waving a hand around. “This isn’t his world. He’s not you.”
John could feel the angry tears burning at the corners of his eyes, and he knew his face was red. “And this girl I’ve never met before in my life is?”
“Why?” John asked.
Henry looked to the side and ran a hand over his slicked back hair. “Because she’s pregnant, Jackie, and everyone thinks it’s yours.”
“No,” John said, backing away. “She lying! You know she’s lying!”
Henry sighed. “I know.”
“Then why are you making me do this?!” John’s voice was loud, filling the room, harsh with emotion. “What have I done to deserve this?”
“It has to be done, Jackie.” Henry looked at him, face blank, eyes sharp. “It could ruin us, you know. She’s told me she’s more than willing to make a scandal of it, she told me she could just as easily tell the news it was mine.”
John’s phone vibrated in his pocket. He ignored it and said, “oh my god. You’re sacrificing your son’s happiness for your reputation.”
Henry turned around, back to John, hands clasped behind his back. “It needs to be done.” Henry took a step forward. “I expect to see you downstairs in twenty minutes.”
The door closed behind Henry, and for the first time in a long time, John felt helpless. His phone vibrated in his pocket again. He pulled it out and saw a string of missed texts from Alex.
From: Alex <3 To: John Laurens
hey babe is everything going alright?
From: Alex <3 To: John Laurens
your room is the front right corner on the second floor right
From: Alex <3 To: John Laurens
open ur fuckign window
John shoved his phone back in his pocket and went to his window, disbelief building in his chest as he unlocked it. He pushed it open, and couldn’t have stopped the laughter if he had tried.
Alex was standing there, smiling wide, a rope hanging over his shoulders.
John leaned forward and shouted down, “what are you doing here? You can’t be here.”
“I”m rescuing you, of course.” Alex looked to the driveway. “I have the badass motorcycle and everything.”
“Oh my god,” John closed his eyes and shook his head. “You’re serious.”
“As a heart attack.” Alex unfurled the rope and started to swing it. “Now, come on, we’ll have to hurry. I see people downstairs.”
Same anon here. Not to mention he murder plot ultimately didn't go anywhere. Yes, it was nice that David forgave Hook, but I do NOT call a half-minute conversation a proper resolution.
Exactly. It was a wasted opportunity. They could have just as easily eliminated the entire plot and just had Hook go missing. Then instead of Emma thinking the worst, she could have spent the entire episode determined to get Hook back. But I guess Regina’s need for a girls night out is more important that others characterization.
Before the episode aired, I posted that the best thing that could come from Emma’s abandonment issues blowing up would be for Snow and Regina to come face to farce the consequences of their actions 30 years ago. Instead, they went for a farce where Snow got drunk and Regina acted what she thought a friend should be. Wasted opportunities all around.
And don’t even get me started on when Snow finally acknowledged all Emma had been through. Talk about the writers checking a box three seasons to late.
Does Colombia have a special police force like SWAT in the U.S?
We do actually, I’m going to name you the main three special forces they have, these are:
COPES - Cuerpo de Operaciones Especiales y Anti Terrorismo - Special operations and anti-terrorism corps
Very specialized units, trained, among others, by the SAS, Army Rangers, the Green Berets, american SWAT units and our own army special forces.
Carabineros - The carabinieri
Basically the rural police, the “army” branch of the police, as they’re send to establish government control over areas where FARC and ELN guerrillas are active, and as such constantly engage them in battle, they’re usually the units with the highest casualty rates.
Comandos Jungla - Jungle commandos
A highly mobile airborne unit tasked with the search and destruction of coca and mariguana plantations all over the country, similarly trained to the COPES, many times facing heavy resistance by FARC, ELN and the remands of the old cartels in the process, at least five helicopters lost during aerial operations in the past years.
Keep in mind, all of these policemen began as such, patrolling the streets of our cities with just a baton and/or a handgun, and were then handpicked to fit these roles.
Former Vice President Dick Cheney failed to anticipate the September 11 terrorist attacks and responded to them by urging the catastrophic invasion of Iraq, which will cost $6 trillion, roughly 5,000 American lives, and tens of thousands of serious injuries. In hindsight, it’s clear that Cheney’s assessment of pre-war intelligence was inept if not dishonest; that his predictions about how Iraqis would react to the U.S. invasion were dreadful; that his estimate of the cost to Americans was wildly inaccurate; and that he was partly responsible for an occupation as negligent as, say, a man on a duck hunt who shoots another man in the face.
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