search & seizure

THE BILL OF RIGHTS, EFFECTIVE DECEMBER 15, 1791

Amendment I

Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press; or the right of the people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the government for a redress of grievances.

Amendment II

A well regulated militia, being necessary to the security of a free state, the right of the people to keep and bear arms, shall not be infringed.

Amendment III

No soldier shall, in time of peace be quartered in any house, without the consent of the owner, nor in time of war, but in a manner to be prescribed by law.

Amendment IV

The right of the people to be secure in their persons, houses, papers, and effects, against unreasonable searches and seizures, shall not be violated, and no warrants shall issue, but upon probable cause, supported by oath or affirmation, and particularly describing the place to be searched, and the persons or things to be seized.

Amendment V

No person shall be held to answer for a capital, or otherwise infamous crime, unless on a presentment or indictment of a grand jury, except in cases arising in the land or naval forces, or in the militia, when in actual service in time of war or public danger; nor shall any person be subject for the same offense to be twice put in jeopardy of life or limb; nor shall be compelled in any criminal case to be a witness against himself, nor be deprived of life, liberty, or property, without due process of law; nor shall private property be taken for public use, without just compensation.

Amendment VI

In all criminal prosecutions, the accused shall enjoy the right to a speedy and public trial, by an impartial jury of the state and district wherein the crime shall have been committed, which district shall have been previously ascertained by law, and to be informed of the nature and cause of the accusation; to be confronted with the witnesses against him; to have compulsory process for obtaining witnesses in his favor, and to have the assistance of counsel for his defense.

Amendment VII

In suits at common law, where the value in controversy shall exceed twenty dollars, the right of trial by jury shall be preserved, and no fact tried by a jury, shall be otherwise reexamined in any court of the United States, than according to the rules of the common law.

Amendment VIII

Excessive bail shall not be required, nor excessive fines imposed, nor cruel and unusual punishments inflicted.

Amendment IX

The enumeration in the Constitution, of certain rights, shall not be construed to deny or disparage others retained by the people.

Amendment X

The powers not delegated to the United States by the Constitution, nor prohibited by it to the states, are reserved to the states respectively, or to the people.

Theo Raeken x reader (part two)

words: 1718

request: “CAN YOU PLEASE DO A PART 2 TO THE "is that my shirt?” WITH THEO"

“Part 2 to wearing theos shirt? please”

prompt(s): nada

warnings: is jealous!theo a warning? because thats really all it is // implied smut whoops // this has a really bad ending?

[…]

That incident was a few weeks ago. After Theo had left, Scott came over in no time with Stiles at his side with a bat in his hand. If Theo had left any later, he would have had a bat-shaped indent in his cranium no doubt.

The two boys had done a full search and seizure of your house as soon as they arrived. You were lucky that minutes prior you had decided to throw the shirt– that belonged to Theo you were previously wearing –In the depths of your dirty hamper. You had changed into different clothes afterward.

It had taken almost an hour of convincing, but Scott and Stiles finally took your word for it that Theo had been pulling their strings and he had never actually gone over to your house in the first place. Even though the Stilinski boy was convinced that he erased your memory, or forced you to lie for your own well-being, he soon left with his best friend by his side.

So, for the past few weeks, you and Theo have been sneaking around– no, sneaking around was for friends with benefits. People just having sex. But your relationship wasn’t like that, because you really liked and cared for each other.

He had taken you on dates. Whether they were out of town, due to the population of supernatural beings that hate him, or in his truck eating gross junk food, or just simply inside your house watching movies, you loved them. And you loved the effort he put into each one.

Even though you had to come up with a cover up story to tell Stiles, or text Scott, it was always worth it.

It was still hard to believe that Theo Raeken, the bad boy, the popular boy, the boy that you’ve had a crush on for God knows how long, liked you back just as much.

He really made you feel happy.

And that’s why keeping your relationship was a struggle. From the pack, from your parents, from anyone.

So, along the way, you turned it into a little game for yourself. You knew how possessive and jealous Theo could get, and you used it to your own advantage.

You and Theo couldn’t hang out around school, unless it was in an empty classroom or janitors closet. But, you did see him in the hallways, mostly because your lockers were close to each other, and because he just wanted to see you. He’d be watching sometimes, just to admire.

Now, you were st your locker, and you knew he was watching. But Stiles was at your side, and you were talking to him. It didn’t take some supernatural creature to feel that Theo was angry and jealous.

He watched as you two laughed, he listened to the words shared. Stiles was flirting shamelessly (though stumbling over his words like Stiles does), and it looked like you didn’t care in the slightest.

You were thinking about Theo, though. You were thinking of the outcome of your actions later, and your smile grew as your heart sped up. He could hear it, too.

The warning bell rang, and you bid Stiles a goodbye as he walked off. You watched him at first, though your eyes wandered over to Theo, who was glaring at the boy as he turned the corner. You smirked triumphantly as you shut your locker, walking the opposite way.

Lunch rolled around, and you sat at your usual table with your friends by your side. Liam (who had decided to skip class) and Malia were across from you while Scott was in the lunch line, and Stiles and Lydia were at your left and right.

Theo was across the room, once again, watching as you spoke and laughed along with the Stilinski boy as if it meant nothing. But it truly meant everything to him that you looked so happy with Stiles at your side instead of him. He was so unbelievably jealous because of it.

Stiles touched your hand. And you knew that was where you had to dry the line, so you subtly reeled it back as he continued to tell his story of freshman year, with Scott (no surprise there).

Immediately after, someone’s footsteps became evident behind you, and soon there was a presence towering over you. Everyone looked up, anger or annoyance etched into their faces.

You turned around as well, and seeing the face of your boyfriend, your heart sped up. You smirked and raised your eyebrows, “Hey, Theo. Whatcha doing?”

“I need to talk to you,” He said, glaring at Stiles as he spoke. Only causing the boy to grip onto your wrist, leaning back into the table slowly as if it would cause you to lean back as well.

Liam moved forward, across the table and his hands held him up, “We were talking to her.”

Turning around, you shook your head. You began to whisper, “Liam, it’s fine. I think I can handle a one on one conversation.”

He whispered back, “I can hear your heartbeat, y/n. You’re just as scared of him as we are.” The young wolf wasn’t the best at the art of being able to identify which chemo sigmas were which yet. You were glad.

You shook your head with a small smile, “I’ll be fine, Liam. No worries.” You slipped out of Stiles’ grip and stood up, looking towards the chimera. You put on your best facade and crossed your arms defensively, “What do you want to talk about?”

Theo looks over at the table, then at you, “Something that requires somewhere more private.”

“Fine.”

He took your hand and dragged you out of the cafeteria, and you did your best to look unaffected by his touch. But it was Theo Raeken, and that was merely impossible.

Once you were out of sight of your friends, or anyone else, for that matter, you began to laugh. You even let out a small laugh as he dragged you off towards his locker, he pushed you up against it. “What’s up, Theo?”

He frowned, his hands wrapping around your waist, “I don’t like you with Stiles. At all.”

“It’s just Stiles.”

He kissed your jawline, mumbling, “And Stiles has a very big crush on you.” He traveled down to your neck, sucking harshly, “And he needs to know you’re not available.”

When he pulled away, a large, purple hickey was taking place from where his lips were. It wasn’t long before he attached his lips to yours, and your arms wrapped around his neck.

The kiss began to get more heated, as hot electricity sparked between the two of you. Your hands raked through his hair, before someone interrupted you.

“Hey, you two!”

You and Theo looked over, fearful that it was a member of your pack, but you out collective sighs of relief when you realized it was just Coach.

He continued, “Get off each other! You look like you’re about to have sex in the middle of the hallway. And I don’t have any rubbers!”

The two of you pushed apart, and you straightened your shirt out while clearing your throat awkwardly, your boyfriend fixed his jacket while smirking proudly.

Finstock nodded and began to walk in the direction he was originally going. He took a second peak around the corner, after he walked away, thinking the two of you would get right back to it when he left, but you didn’t.

When he actually left, you turned to Theo, “I hate you.”

Theo smiled, “No, you don’t. At least, that’s not what you were saying last night.”

You laughed, the two of you beginning to walk towards the lunch room again, “Stop making those jokes!” He smiled as well.

You recollected yourself, Theo did as well, before entering the cafeteria. He lead the way, though parting from you as he made his way to his regular table and you made your way to yours.

You slid in your seat, a hand immediately reaching up and clasping the part of your neck that your boyfriend had left a hickey on. It was a little bit of an awkward stance, but as long as you were covering it, you didn’t care.

Liam leaned forward instantly, “What did he want?”

Pulling an uninterested expression, you shrugged, “The answers for Chemistry. He forgot to do it.”

Liam could hear your heartbeat. But since the moment you walked in it had been thumping quicker than normal, so he just assumed that the situation involving you being along with Theo, scared you a great deal.

“Really? The answers for chemistry?” Stiles butted in with a raised eyebrow. “He could have asked anybody else.”

“Yeah, well, in case you haven’t noticed, he isn’t the most likable person.” You glanced up from your lunch tray to see Theo already looking your way. You held back a smile, biting the inside of your cheeks in attempt, your eyes darting back down to the gross lunch food.

“But he could’ve!”

“Okay, it makes a little bit of sense,” The Dunbar boy defended.

“How? How does it make any sense?”

“Maybe he’s just messing with us for asking y/n for the answers in chemistry, but she’s also pretty smart, so I can see why he would as her.”

The two boys argued continuously, Liam being the one to defend Theo’s actions and Stiles being the one that not finding a lick of it believable.

You smiled, your eyes dancing across the room once again and meeting your boyfriend’s. It was no doubt he was amused as the boy’s argued in front of you, about a lie you had just created.

Knowing your pack would go after him the moment you said you were in a relationship, you urged yourself to keep it a secret. You made up lies and schemes to keep it quiet, and you were glad it worked.

I know Coach isn’t really in season 5 but we can pretend okay

hey-therejuliet

I think it was actually a really smart move to ask for a lawyer and to not respond. Everything you say can be used against you in the court of law

Precisely. And this was someone already outed as deeply corrupt, working with illegally obtained documentation (that wasn’t, but still)—-who was trying to coerce a confession from him (the actual way the kids to whom Juggie alluded were convicted). You have basic civil rights for a reason and you should ALWAYS exercise them fully.

And not only was Juggie fully within his already violated rights, but absolute NONE of this was any of Roscoe’s fucking business—and, again, based on basic constitutional rights..(privacy, unreasonable search and seizure, etc)

The right of the people to be secure in their persons, houses, papers, and effects, against unreasonable searches and seizures, shall not be violated, and no Warrants shall issue, but upon probable cause, supported by Oath or affirmation, and particularly describing the place to be searched, and the persons or things to be seized.
—  the Fourth Amendment

There’s a lot of speculation concerning Steven Avery and his alleged guilt in the Teresa Halbach murder, especially because critics are pointing out that the documentary “Making a Murderer” seems to be a one-sided account of events.

For me, this is how this case and trial and subsequent conviction and appeals should objectively be viewed.

Our judicial system is based upon truth and justice. It has swayed very far away from that, especially in America.

Before you even get in to the (lack of) evidence, I ask you to look at the right of every human to receive an objective, impartial, legal and fair trial.

The Manitowoc Police were involved in the search and seizure of evidence and essentially had free reign over the Avery property for over 8 days. They also refused entry to the people who owned said property. During their 8 day investigation, Manitowoc Police did not divulge that they were currently in depositions concerning their bias and illegal arrest of Steven Avery to the FBI. Brendan Dassey, a mentally challenged youth, was interrogated unmercifully without his mother or lawyers present. That’s just scratching the surface of the truly appalling broken laws that were used against them.

This entire case, by law, should have been thrown out. There is absolutely no way that any of the evidence or testimony is admissible in court.

Every single piece is tainted and coerced. It’s illegal search. It’s illegal seizure. It’s conducted by police with a massive conflict of interest. It’s illegally obtained confessions that are clearly coerced. It’s illegally extracted testimonial from a youth without counsel. It’s unsealed and openly displayed tainted blood samples. It’s “I don’t recalls” and “I guess I did that if that’s what it says.”

Manitowoc Police did not prove guilt or innocence of Avery or Dassey. They proved that they have no memories of their words or actions, not from 1985 and not to 2015. They proved that they weren’t doing their job properly. They proved that they have no clue about anything. They turned this investigation into a witch hunt. The fact that there was 0 other suspects investigated is clear and undeniable proof of an illegal investigation. The police didn’t even interrogate her roommates! They didn’t even ask for alibis from anyone! This is the fact. The case itself is a horrendous injustice.


Who killed Teresa Halbach and why and how and where will never truly be known. Steven Avery and Brendan Dassey do not have one single shred of unbiased, untainted or legally obtained evidence against them.


Neither of these cases should have ever made it to court. They shouldn’t have even happened. These cases are illegal.

So, are they innocent? No one can rightly say. Teresa knows. The killer knows. That’s it. We will NEVER know, because of this travesty of injustice.

That is why their convictions MUST be overthrown. It’s their constitutional right as American citizens! Whether they did it or not is irrelevant. The fact that they are being held illegally is the only question. And the answer is yes. Yes they are.

Providing cover fire. A Recon Marine with Special Purpose Marine Air Ground Task Force South fires from a helicopter with a M110 Semi-Automatic Sniper System during a helicopter visit, board, search and seizure drill off USS America Aug. 12.

For One Moment

Simon

The Mage killed Baz’s mother. The Mage killed Baz’s mother. I couldn’t breath; it felt like the whole world was crashing down and destroying everything I knew. He hadn’t physically killed her of course, but he’d been responsible nevertheless. Everyone had blamed the humdrum, but it was Mage. What other atrocities could he have been responsible for? There was no real way to tell. I knew I had to confront him, to stop whatever madness he had put into motion as of late. I knew now that all of his recent search and seizures were not part of some sensible precaution. No, they had to be a part of something else. For once, I thought to myself ironically, I was accusing someone other than Baz of plotting.
I dropped Nicodemus’ damning letter into my desk drawer as I heard the door to our room open. Keeping my back turned from Baz, I tried to compose myself. I remembered briefly when Baz had declared he would avenge his mother’s murder once he found who was responsible. I could not tell Baz the truth yet. If I told him this now, he would run off to kill the Mage, and would most likely be exposed for what he was. The council would destroy him for the murderous vampire they would think him to be.
A week ago I wouldn’t have understood my protective instincts towards Baz. I would have told myself that I was protecting the Mage, not Baz. I would have been lying. Spending winter break alone looking for clues had been miserable, and at first I figured I was just lonely. But I wasn’t wishing for Penelope, or even Agatha, instead I found myself wishing I had taken up Baz’s offer to stay with him. I grappled with that for days, finally accepting what it meant. I loved Baz, plain and simple. The signs were there for years, and yet it took the approach of the end of the world of mages for me to realize it.
I didn’t want to look at Baz. I was in possession of two incredibly heavy secrets, neither of which would be too pleasing to Baz. He should not have come back yet, not before I could make Watford safe for him again. Had it ever been safe for him? No, no it hadn’t, and I never made it easier for him either. I had trusted the Mage so blindly, and he had betrayed me.
“So Snow, I was thinking we should get Bunce up here, Wellbelove too, and ask them why Nicodemus wouldn’t want to meet with me.”
I flinched at the mention of Nicodemus.
“You okay Snow?”
I took a deep breath and stood. “Yea. Fine. I’ll go get them now.”
He looked glorious of course. The green uniform had always suited him nicely, but now I allowed myself to truly appreciate him, and the way he made me feel. He was looking at me with a confused and somewhat worried expression. Well, if nothing else, it seemed he didn’t hate me so much anymore.
“Want me to come? You seem a bit off.”
I felt my teeth grind reflexively and realized this might be my last moment with Baz. There was no guarantee that the Mage would listen to what I had to say, and no way that I could ask any of the people I trusted for help without endangering their lives as well. If I went off…I had a horrible feeling I would take everything and everyone with me this time. No, I could not risk them.
Instead of kissing Baz, or telling him how much I loved him, I decided not to burden him with shit he wouldn’t want to hear anyways.
“I’m glad we’re working together now Baz. It’s…better than fighting. Definitely better.”
He looked surprised for a moment, and I gave him my most genuine smile, glad that I could at least leave him safe in our room, the only place that the rest of the world couldn’t touch us.
Before I could tell him everything, or cry, or scream at the world for doing this to me, I headed out the door.

Baz

There was something incredibly wrong with Snow. It had been fifteen minutes since he left the room and I was still turning over the last thing he said in my mind. He had said nothing of real consequence, though it had meant the world to me, and yet his face…God, it looked like he was being ripped in half. I thought back to when I had first entered the room. He had dropped something in his desk…
I got up and went to open his desk but paused as I started to open the drawer. It felt wrong invading his privacy, but his expression really had me worried. I decided to open it, Snow could snarl at me for it later.
I found a crinkled piece of paper on top, looking as if Snow had tried his best to crush it into oblivion. Slowly, feeling an unfurling sensation of dread, I opened the paper, discovering a letter written by non other than Nicodemus himself.
After reading the lines over and over I felt rage boil inside me. I wanted to run from this room and find the Mage and break his neck. No, I thought to myself, he deserved much worse than that. He should be tortured before he died. He had taken away my mother, and I desperately wished he had some family member I could take away from him in return. Let him suffer as I had all this time.
Before I could even decide on a course of action I heard a pounding knock on my door. I stormed up to it, fully expecting a very guilty Snow, and instead stood face to face with Penelope Bunce.
What?” I snapped. I was in no mood for pleasantries.
She looked panicked. “Where is Simon?”
I shook my head angrily. “Wouldn’t I like to know? He pretty much solved my mother’s murder over winter break and walked out of our room without thinking to tell me about it.”
Her face became anguished. “Oh god. Baz. Who killed her?
I didn’t understand. Her expression made no sense. The resentment I held against Snow slipped away quickly, alarm rushing into its place. I wasn’t very happy with him at the moment, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t the center of my world. Penelope’s expression told me something was wrong. Very wrong.
“The Mage,” I whispered.
Her eyes widened. Instead of responding, she grabbed my arm and began to drag me down the hall.
“Where are we going!”
She looked back at me briefly while she answered. “Simon must have left this note by my door after he left your room.” She waved a piece of paper in front of me quickly, “It said that I had to keep you safe and look out for the Mage. He said the Mage did something terrible and that he was going to go stop him, but that he wasn’t sure if he would make it back. He said…that if he failed…I needed to find a letter in his drawer and bring it to my mother as soon as possible. He also wanted me to get you as far away from Watford as possible.”
Panic ripped through me. I had mistaken Snow’s odd behavior as guilt for not telling me about my mother. I had not realized that he was planning to go play the hero again. That he was planning for a future without him in it. Suddenly my body was propelling me forward so that Penelope was now the one dragging behind me.
“That stupid git! I’m going to kill him when I find him. Why would he try to leave me out of this! I could have helped him!
“He wanted to protect you. I wasn’t supposed to tell you this; I was supposed to take you away from here. He only told me because he trusted I would keep a level head.”
“Why in the hell would he try to protect me?”
There was a pause, long enough for me to look back at her questioningly.
“Well Bunce? Do you know why?”
She looked away. “Simon told me something in his letter…he had meant it only for me. Still, it sort of is your business. I’m just hoping you won’t be an ignorant asshole about it.”
“Fine. I’ll be good.”
I turned away from her again to run faster.
“He’s in love with you, and he knows you’re a vampire. He can’t stand the thought of you being punished for what you are, or of the Mage getting anywhere near you.”
I let this information sink in; let it fill my heart with equal measure joy and agony. Then I ran faster.

Simon

I entered the Mage’s office quietly. The Mage looked up at me with a gentle smile, looking more contained than he had seemed lately.
“Ah, Simon, come on in. I was hoping to get the chance to speak with you.”
I approached slowly, hand on the hilt of my sword.
“Sir, I need to speak with you concerning something serious. It’s about the last headmistress.”
He looked confused for a moment, and then relaxed. “Oh yes…headmistress Pitch was a brave women. I noticed you and Baz getting closer, you must have some questions about the humdrum’s involvement with her death.”
He looked so calm, and I was about to shatter it all. “Except it wasn’t the humdrum who sent the vampires was it? It was you.”
Something unidentifiable flickered across his face for a moment, but he regained his calm composure before I could study it. “That’s ridiculous Simon, I think Basilton may be rubbing off on you a bit too much.”
I shook my head. “I have testimony from Nicodemus that you are responsible, written testimony.”
He looked down quickly to my hands.
“Not with me of course. I already gave it to someone to bring to the council.”
He looked disgusted. “Simon, you would believe a vampire, a soulless monster, over me?”
I was on the verge of tears again. “You mean nothing to me now. So yes, I do believe Nicodemus.”
He got up and my fingers tensed over my blade. “But Simon…well I hadn’t wanted to tell you until after you graduated, so it would not seem as if I favored you unfairly but I suppose now, given the predicament, it is necessary to let you know…”
I waited, knowing this was a trap but not being able to attack him yet.
“You’re my son. And no I don’t mean that figuratively, I am your biological father.”
I stumbled backwards. This had to be a lie. He was simply playing mind games with me so that I would back off, give him the letter, and be his good little heir again. And yet I felt the truth of his words, they wrung with an honesty I could feel in my bones. He was my father. But was he not better than that American villain Darth Vader? Asking his son to ignore everything right and moral, and join him instead?
“That…doesn’t matter.”
He was stepping closer to me, this time I did pull out my sword.
“Sir…I mean…I need you to step back. I’m going to take you to the council. If you comply I’m sure you will get a fair trial.”
His eyes had gone slightly unfocused, looking a bit crazed.
“Of course I won’t Simon. They will kill me where I stand. Were it not for the great danger facing our world I might let you take me, but there are too many dangers and I must protect us. I can’t let you take me.”
I shook my head, raising my sword. “I will stop you if I have to. I don’t want to but I will.
He looked sad suddenly, his mood seemed to be shifting rapidly, dangerously.
“Please son, I need your help to stop this evil. If you don’t help me… I will have to do what is necessary for the greater good.”
I locked my jaw painfully, a tear finally escaping my eye. “No.”
He looked deeply regretful for one instant.
Now you see me…
He disappeared from my line of vision and I swung around wildly, realizing I should have expected his spells.
The doors exploded open and I made eye contact with a panicked Baz for an instant.
…Now you don’t,” He whispered from behind me.
I felt a blade stab through my side.

Baz

I was running as fast as I could. Penelope had called Agatha and asked for her to help, but I heard an argument ensue and assumed Agatha would not be available for this fight. I burst through the doors.
For a moment I saw Snow completely alone in the small office. Just for this one moment I thought we had found a lucky break, that we had stopped Snow before he could confront the Mage. For one second he looked into my eyes, something close to raw terror in them.
Then the Mage materialized behind him and stabbed him through his side with a deadly looking blade. Snow cried out and then crumpled to the ground.
“Simon!”
I was already on the ground. Trying to lift his muscled body out of its heap on the floor. He wasn’t moving. Oh god he wasn’t moving.
“Baz watch out!” I heard Penelope shriek from the distance.
I looked up in time to see the Mage lighting a wooden cross on fire, the cross my mother had placed over the mantel here when I was a child.
“I get to finish off most of the line of Pitch, at least there is some consolation for the loss of my son. And what’s more? I get to kill you with your mother’s own relic.”
I didn’t even register the words he had spoken. I only felt an overpowering rage and the need to kill this monster. He had taken it all away from me. My mother my soul, and now him. I could not bear to think of the boy’s name yet.
I rushed at the Mage while I heard Penelope spell away the flames on the cross. I crashed into his body and knew he would no longer be able to get the best of me. I could kill him in a matter of seconds. I would avenge all of the things he had stolen. I would make sure he could never destroy another wonderful thing in this world again.
Before I could tighten my hands around his neck tight enough to snap it, I heard Penelope’s earlier words echo in my mind; He’s in love with you, and he knows you’re a vampire. He can’t stand the thought of you being punished for what you are, or of the Mage getting anywhere near you.
I could not kill him. If I did, the Mage would still win. He would steal his last request. I would be branded a murderer, a monster, and I would burn. No, I could not kill him, but he would pay.
You don’t deserve an easy way out,” I spat.
I chocked him until he passed out, and then threw him roughly towards the wall, sickened by having touched him at all.
“Baz! He’s breathing! Simon is breathing, I cast a few healing spells in time.”
The Mage now easily forgotten, at least for the moment, I rushed to Simon’s side. All I could think was Simon is alive, oh my god, he’s alive. I did not allow myself to think of the fact that he was still hurt, that there was still danger.
Penelope moved out of the way for me and got up.
“I’m going to go get some help, he’s going to be okay Baz, I don’t think the Mage hit anything vital, but he still needs medical attention.”
I nodded, relieved at Penelope’s words of assurance.
“Hey,” Simon muttered meekly.
I stroked his face gently, tears spilling down my face. “You are one stupid git you know that right?”
He smiled weakly. “Can’t help it I guess.”
I shook my head, “Why didn’t you tell me? You were going to run off and get yourself killed to protect me and you didn’t even tell me.”
He sighed. “Well I knew you would want to kill him and I couldn’t let you do that. He’s my mentor and I am responsible-“
I interrupted him with a laugh. “I wasn’t talking about that. I know why you didn’t tell me, and it’s more complicated than that. Don’t pretend otherwise. I’m incredibly pissed at you for endangering yourself to keep me safe…”
He looked away and blushed. Even in pain this stupidly desirable boy could blush.
“…You love me. Why didn’t you tell me before you left.”
“I didn’t want to burden you with unrequited love declarations.”
He looked miserable now, and though under normal circumstances I might have wanted to drag this out to tease him, I was in no mood to inflict any more unnecessary pain on to him.
“It isn’t unrequited Simon.”
He looked up at me, reluctant hope forming in his deep blue eyes.
“I love you Simon Snow. And I would appreciate it if you would let me tag along on any future death missions so that I can protect my adorably heroic boyfriend.”
He smiled so wide that it almost hurt to look at him; so I closed my eyes instead and kissed his smiling mouth. It felt a bit like I was burning when I kissed Snow, like he was the sun and I had gotten too close to him. He was glorious and I was burning, but it didn’t hurt. After all, I had always been good with fire.

Quartermaster 2nd Class Stephen Howard leads the Visit, Board, Search and Seizure (VBSS) team while conducting simulated ship boarding drills aboard the Arleigh Burke-class guided-missile destroyer USS Farragut. VBSS teams are made up of an all-volunteer force. Those who volunteer undergo specialized training at the Center for Security Forces (CENSECFOR) to best prepare them to execute the mission of VBSS around the world. The mission of VBSS has become a formidable force and a key element to the Navy’s Maritime Strategy.

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BREAKING: House passes bill to keep government from reading old emails
The House voted Wednesday to overhaul a 30-year-old electronic privacy law to prevent government agents from reading Americans' old emails without a warrant.

WASHINGTON — The House voted unanimously Wednesday to overhaul a 30-year-old electronic privacy law to prevent government agents from reading Americans’ old emails without a warrant.

House members voted 419-0 to pass the bipartisan Email Privacy Act, which requires government agents to get a warrant before they can gain access to Americans’ email, texts, photos, videos and other electronic communication, regardless of how old the data is.

Local, state and federal police agencies currently have the authority under the 1986 Electronic Communications Privacy Act to peruse emails at will if the communication is at least six months old. Critics say that law, written before email was commonly used, violates Americans’ constitutional protections against unreasonable searches and seizures.

“The last time we updated these laws, I was flipping burgers at McDonald’s,” said House Speaker Paul Ryan, R-Wis. “So clearly this is long overdue. The principle here is important: our Fourth Amendment rights should apply to our emails. This bill does that without impeding law enforcement’s ability to do its job.”

Rep. Jared Polis, D-Colo., the bill’s lead sponsor along with Rep. Kevin Yoder, R-Kan., said the legislation is “a major step forward to protect our civil liberties.”

“Citizens should no longer be at risk of having their emails warrantlessly searched by government agencies,” Polis said.

Yoder said it is one of the few pieces of legislation that has attracted support from ideologically diverse groups, ranging from the liberal American Civil Liberties Union to the conservative Heritage Action for America.

“I’m heartened by the fact that groups on the left, right and in the center have come together to say we’re going to fix this,” Yoder said.

The bill still must be taken up by the Senate, where it has been introduced by Sens. Patrick Leahy, D-Vt., and Mike Lee, R-Utah.

The House bill had 314 co-sponsors, the highest number of any bill to come before this session of Congress. Ryan brought it to the floor quickly after it was passed unanimously two weeks ago by the House Judiciary Committee.

The bill was amended in committee so that law enforcement officials do not have to notify citizens when they serve a warrant on someone’s email provider to get access to a person’s communications. Companies that provide email service can notify their customers about the warrant except when a court determines that tipping someone off could result in a serious crime or terrorist act being committed.

That provision was a compromise sought by Judiciary Chairman Bob Goodlatte, R-Va., at the request of law enforcement officials. Rep. John Conyers, D-Mich., said he preferred the bill’s original language, which would have required police agencies to notify people when they obtained warrants to read their emails.

“Contrary to practice thirty years ago, today vast amounts of private, sensitive information are transmitted and stored electronically,” Goodlatte said. “But this information may also contain evidence of a crime and law enforcement agencies are increasingly dependent upon stored communications content and records in their investigations.”

Privacy and civil liberties advocates said Congress is just now moving into the 21st century on digital privacy issues.

“Most Americans would be shocked to learn that the federal government can access and read emails that are more than 180 days old,” said Adam Brandon, CEO of FreedomWorks, a libertarian-leaning group. “That’s because Congress hasn’t kept up with the rapid changes in technology.”

The tech industry said the legislation is especially important now that more and more of Americans’ electronic communication is stored in the “cloud” network of servers.

“For consumers to feel safe with cloud computing, personal data stored remotely must have the same legal protection as data on their own computer,” said Mark MacCarthy, senior vice president of public policy for the Software and Information Industry Association. “House passage of (the bill) brings us one step closer to leveling the playing field for government access to data stored in the cloud.”

Our Rights and Freedoms Threatened by Bill C51

Below are Sections of the Canadian Charter of Rights and Freedoms which Bill C51 threatens.

2. Everyone has the following fundamental freedoms:
(a) freedom of conscience and religion;
(b) freedom of thought, belief, opinion and expression, including freedom of the press and other media of communication;
© freedom of peaceful assembly; and
(d) freedom of association.

7. Everyone has the right to life, liberty and security of the person and the right not to be deprived thereof except in accordance with the principles of fundamental justice.

8. Everyone has the right to be secure against unreasonable search or seizure.

9. Everyone has the right not to be arbitrarily detained or imprisoned.

10. Everyone has the right on arrest or detention
(a) to be informed promptly of the reasons therefor;
(b) to retain and instruct counsel without delay and to be informed of that right; and
© to have the validity of the detention determined by way of habeas corpus and to be released if the detention is not lawful.

11. Any person charged with an offence has the right
(a) to be informed without unreasonable delay of the specific offence;
(b) to be tried within a reasonable time;
© not to be compelled to be a witness in proceedings against that person in respect of the offence;
(d) to be presumed innocent until proven guilty according to law in a fair and public hearing by an independent and impartial tribunal;
(e) not to be denied reasonable bail without just cause;
(f) except in the case of an offence under military law tried before a military tribunal, to the benefit of trial by jury where the maximum punishment for the offence is imprisonment for five years or a more severe punishment;
(g) not to be found guilty on account of any act or omission unless, at the time of the act or omission, it constituted an offence under Canadian or international law or was criminal according to the general principles of law recognized by the community of nations;
(h) if finally acquitted of the offence, not to be tried for it again and, if finally found guilty and punished for the offence, not to be tried or punished for it again; and
(i) if found guilty of the offence and if the punishment for the offence has been varied between the time of commission and the time of sentencing, to the benefit of the lesser punishment.

12. Everyone has the right not to be subjected to any cruel and unusual treatment or punishment.

24. (1) Anyone whose rights or freedoms, as guaranteed by this Charter, have been infringed or denied may apply to a court of competent jurisdiction to obtain such remedy as the court considers appropriate and just in the circumstances.

(2) Where, in proceedings under subsection (1), a court concludes that evidence was obtained in a manner that infringed or denied any rights or freedoms guaranteed by this Charter, the evidence shall be excluded if it is established that, having regard to all the circumstances, the admission of it in the proceedings would bring the administration of justice into disrepute.

26. The guarantee in this Charter of certain rights and freedoms shall not be construed as denying the existence of any other rights or freedoms that exist in Canada.

52. (1) The Constitution of Canada is the supreme law of Canada, and any law that is inconsistent with the provisions of the Constitution is, to the extent of the inconsistency, of no force or effect.

38. (1) An amendment to the Constitution of Canada may be made by proclamation issued by the Governor General under the Great Seal of Canada where so authorized by
(a) resolutions of the Senate and House of Commons; and
(b) resolutions of the legislative assemblies of at least two-thirds of the provinces that have, in the aggregate, according to the then latest general census, at least fifty per cent of the population of all the provinces.

Target Practice

A U.S. Marine with the 15th Marine Expeditionary Unit’s Maritime Raid Force aims at his target from a UH-1Y Venom during Composite Training Unit Exercise (COMPTUEX) March 18, 2015. The Marines practiced a visit, board, search and seizure mission from the USS Anchorage (LPD-23). (U.S. Marine Corps photo by Cpl. Anna Albrecht/Released)