[ WP ] When too much anger , trauma , or hurt is bottled up , a heart becomes like a bomb . You are a heart diffuser , and you 've been assigned your hardest case yet .

`` Only you can do this for us, you're the only one good enough.'' 
 
 `` Cut the bullshit, Jesse, flattery does n't come out well with you.'' Jack leaned back in his chair taking a sip from his glass. They were all in his office, Sergeant Jesse and his assistant Isa. The two sitting in front of him on a sofa. They were here for his help, and the only people that came for his help were the rich and crazy. 
 
 `` Fine, no bullshit?'' Jesse responded. 
 
 `` Yah, might be nice for a change.'' Jack grinned. Two old friends talking smack. 
 
 `` This is the tenth victim, Asian girl, like the last 9. More or less same style. Shy girl, not too many friends. Approached her just like the last ones, he needed help, the girls came to his aide. Fast forward few months he's the now the girls boyfriend. That's when it starts, slowly first. Small things he does, the 2nd girl loved books, he'd constantly drop coffee on her books or maybe he'd stop responding to her texts.'' 
 
 `` Death by a thousand cuts?'' Jack interrupted. 
 
 `` Yah, just like that, it piles up slowly, and the heart can only take so much. Then the grand finale, bastard invites his girl to a public place. Best way to maximize damage, he'd tell her that he'd been really bad and he wanted to make up for it, so a movie date or something. Kicker? Fucker would be there already waiting with another girl, and right in front of those poor girls he'd kiss the other woman. And boom, kid goes ballistic.'' 
 
 Jack did n't say anything for a second. He put his drink down. `` Look, by the sounds of it you know this guy pretty damn well, why have n't caught the son of a bitch yet? And I'm a Defuser, not a detective. And I'm not even that good.'' 
 
 `` Under what circumstances, he's killed all these girls and after every relationship he disappears. Vanishes practically. We've only gotten this much information after 9 kills. Not even mentioning all the people caught in the collateral. But we have a chance, the last one the tenth.'' 
 
 Isa finally spoke up. `` Her name is Jenny, the guy had called her to the park for a make up date. He'd been prepared with a random prostitute he'd dolled up. Only problem, she did n't blow, went into something worse. A Ticker. The first 9 blew up on the spot and that was just a year's worth of pain stored up. This poor girl went into a melt down. All the hurt, anger and pain that had been accumulating is being exponentially multiplied. She thinks it's all her fault, in her fractured mind she's blaming the sick fuckers betrayal on herself. Nobody can stop it, the best tried, only making it worse.'' 
 
 `` Look, if the States best ca n't help how the hell can I help.'' Jack replied. He desperately wanted to help the poor girl but even he knew his own limitations. Not to mention a Ticker? Statistically 80 % of Tickers went boom. The best they could do is transfer her to a location where she could do no harm but that often that was the trigger a Ticker needed. Going boom the moment they realize even humanity abandoned them. 
 
 `` You're the best the academy has to offer.'' Jesse snorted. 
 
 `` Yah, 10 years ago, I quit official, there people with better training.'' Jack interceded. 
 
 `` What about the Red Lady case?'' Isa inquired as she put her glass down. 
 
 `` Luck.'' He responded without hesitation. 
 
 `` Well, considering your last few years of run time, luck has n't quite abandoned you yet. So why not give it a shot? Press will eat it right up.'' Jesse replied smiling. 
 
 `` That's if I do n't fuck it up.'' 
 
 `` You in or not?'' 
 
 `` Let me get my kit, I'll meet you wherever she is.'' 
 

