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Just Another Day of Law Enforcement (standard:action, 1378 words) | |||
Author: Alpha43 | Added: Apr 17 2005 | Views/Reads: 3839/2491 | Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes) |
Listening in on two long time police detectives allows us to invade their thoughts, get insight about their feelings and their personal ethics. But do you really know these men. | |||
Click here to read the first 75 lines of the story from the ‘Chemo’ that I don’t think she knows he was there. A dime to a dollar says he will be back tonight.” “What do the doctors have to say about her chances?” asked Terry. There was a long silence and then “It’s a hell of a way to end twenty-seven years of marriage. Twenty-eight years if she can hang on two more months.” Donna had been an inspiration to everyone that knew her, ever optimistic, a wonderful mother and a saint of a wife. “Talk about heroes, there’s a rumor going around that a special commendation is in your near future,” said Doug. “I guess one of the neighbors had a camera handy when you jumped in and saved that little girl out at the backwaters.” “Christ, you jumped in too” said Terry. “Yea, and I walrused myself half way there by the time you were dragging the kid in. I thought you were going to have to come back and save me!” They drove in silence for a while, in the manner long-time partners do. A great amount of communication going on, without either of them speaking. “Seeing that church reminds me, if we have time, I need to stop by St. Paul’s today and make my annual donation to the All Faiths Fund, OK?” said Terry. “I mailed mine in, but I need to talk to Father Fred about the Youth Council pledges, or I should say, lack of them” Chuckled Doug. The traffic was easing up a bit and Terry and Doug were making up some time. They both sat and thought about their lives and how lucky they were with their kids, and the wonderful wives they had been blessed with. “How long should this one take?” asked Terry. “Three of these guys are bad players, but I really don’t see any problems. There is little doubt that we will get their attention, once we explain it to them. These guys have laughed in the face of Justice too many times. It’s time to correct that. Its just a matter of timing, did you bring everything?” “Signed, sealed and about to be delivered” Said a smiling Terry. “Say, if you get a chance, we’re having a little gathering at the house this evening. I know it’s hard to leave Donna, but if it works out, you are more than welcome, Kathy is going to debut her piano skills for the neighbors.” “Thanks Terry, we’ll see how things go.” They knew it was going to be a good day when they arrived on time and were able to park right in front of the Kick Back Club. Doug straightened his tie and Terry adjusted his gloves. Walking up to the front, Doug nodded to an older gentleman passerby, and opened the Bar door for Terry. It was dark in the lounge, the back table had five or six men around it, the long mahogany bar was nearly empty. Terry placed his attaché case on the corner of the bar, while Doug ordered a shot and a beer. Terry slid two quarters into the jukebox and asked the bartender to turn the volume up. The bartender delivered the drinks in time to see Doug toss the drink down and slip on a pair of calf skin gloves. You could see the bartenders mind working, ‘it’s September; gloves?” The bartender backed up a step as a perfect red hole emerged in the center of his forehead. Doug spun and fired two more silenced shots, one each into the ear of both of the street people sitting at the bar. At that same time, Terry was spraying the back table with 7.62mm hollow points. The place was full of cordite smoke. Doug walked back and fired one clean head shot in each of the men lying around the table. Doug sauntered back to the bar, poured another shot of Absolute, and tossed it back. Both men looked around, wiped off the area with a bar rag, and then casually placed their weapons and gloves in the attaché case. Terry used a napkin to pick up his mug as he drank half of his beer and in 30 seconds they were both back outside, at the ready, fighting for truth and Justice. Tweet
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