& spehcimen
Early twenties. Sandy hair. And his fingers tap absently on the yellow pad of paper sitting upon his knee, observing the girl with the heavy glock pistol strapped to her hip. It looked odd on her, just as his used to look on him. ( Opted for a revolver during everyday field work. Efficient, reliable and it fit him. ) But this was his family. And those who found themselves among the Unit were subject to profiling, at the mercy of discussion. But all he had was a name. ( Kadence Richards. Kadence, latin variant of Cadence. Meaning 'with rhythm'. ) A name was just a name, he thought. Though, he had nothing else.
❝ You know, it's not everyday we get someone new. In fact, it's kinda strange that not even Hotch was notified before hand. I guess that makes you special. ❞