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Author's special note: This story covers those every-year Holiday things, and also lays groundwork and builds up to two big future stories. Thank you for your patience.
Part 11 - Orange is the New (Police) Blue (continued)
Walking forward in the silence of the MCD room, I saw that Jerome Davis was sitting next to Julia Rodriguez at the back corner desks. At the desks down the wall from them was Teddy Parker, with his girlfriend Janice Holloway sitting next to him. I stopped in front of one of those desks.
"Detective Parker," I said, "would you please come with us?"
The room erupted into cheers and applause, and Janice Holloway squealed as she hugged Teddy, then kissed him right there in front of everyone.
"Please?" I said, to get Teddy moving. He got the hint and followed me into the hallway and took his place behind Inga Gunddottar. I noticed Jerome Davis's eyes light up when he saw Inga in the line.
The candidates were marched into the Main Conference Room, and my 'Loddy Doddy Everybody' contact list was used to inform the entire Police Force that they should congregate in the Auditorium.
The Chief made his usual remarks of how great the TCPD was, and how proud he was to be the Chief of it. Then he turned it over to me.
"Ladies and gentlemen," I said, "I know that you are consummate professionals that do your jobs with distinction. But dark days for the Police, all of the Police, all over this Nation, are coming. While I believe the TCPD's relations with the minority communities are good, it only takes one incident to destroy that, and that incident won't necessarily have to take place here. The relationship between minorities and the Police in places like the City are not good at all, and it's like a powder keg with a fuse just ready to be lit."
"We have to be careful, ladies and gentlemen." I admonished. "Everyone and their brother... heck, even their dogs... have cellphones, and would love to use them to video you doing something wrong, so they can sell the video to the deeply corrupt Press. So do things right. If there is an issue, bring it up your chain of command. If necessary, I'll put my butt out there on the line to make sure you don't get screwed over by a rabidly dishonest Press and their political allies."
I could see that my Officers were absorbing the message, so I said "Okay, let's introduce the Officers that
you
have elected into the Orange Order..."
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After the sun had set, Gunddottar and Parker were taken by van to the Junction Station Depot, and were taken through the initial ceremonies. I am sorry to say that they both forgot to take their lanterns when they were given their bathroom break, and had to stand half-bowing for three minutes.
I am even sorrier to say that I earned over $100 in bets. Cindy lamented about Inga letting her down as she handed me a $20 bill. Janice Holloway and Teresa both lamented that Parker had failed them as they handed me their $20 bills. I told them that Bowser and Buddy appreciated the contributions to their dog food fund.
We drove up to the southwest corner of Courthouse Square. As usual, a great many people were aligned on the outside sidewalks of the four streets that formed the Square. They used to have candles, but now just turned on the lights of their smartphones, creating a sea of little points of brilliantly white light. On the inside of the square, Jerome Davis and Janice Holloway filmed their significant others beginning their Patrol of Honor, carrying green-glassed lanterns behind Father Romano, who was carrying his orange-glassed lantern.
Normally the Inner Circle initiates wore robes with a hood that looked more like Obi-Wan Kenobe than anything. However, partly due to his religious vows, Father Romano wore his black robes and headgear, and that worked out just fine with me.
As usual, they went around the Square three times. Then they headed north on Riverside Drive. I was in my Police SUV with Sheriff Griswold, following at a distance. I got on Channel 5 Encrypted Radio. "What's MLK Jr. Drive like?" I asked.
Teresa's voice came back: "A lot of people in red Antifa shirts are in the Jasmine Club parking lot. A lot of them have signs saying 'Black Lives Matter' and 'Defund The Police'." A moment later she called in again: "Another large crowd on both sides of the road near T-Square's club 'Rhythms & Rap' and what's left of Fillmore's Pharmacy. Red shirts, signs, and some chains with bicycle locks on the ends."
"Roger that." I replied. To Sheriff Griswold I said "I think we should take the perimeter roads, Sheriff."
"Make it so, Number One." replied the Sheriff.
"All units, all units." I said on Channel 5 Encrypted Radio. "We are go for the 'Orbit' route. I say again, we are go for the 'Orbit' route." The 'Orbit' route would be along roads on the outskirts of the Town & County rather than going through any parts of Town. We would bypass the minority areas and the potential demonstrators, and we'd bypass the other parts of Town, as well.
The entourage went east, along a road parallel to North Street, then Police stopped traffic on University Avenue to allow them to cross that busy street. The entourage headed up side of the mountain, on the road that led beneath Todd and Teresa's house and The Cabin. We went around the hairpin curve and began descending, ending up just in front of McGhillie's Golf Course, where the first break was taken.
At the resumption of the walk, the group moved south along Reservoir Road to the Nextdoor County Highway. Fortunately we did not have to travel too far along it, and we turned off onto the road going to Cemetery Hill. What many people didn't know was that a dirt road led south to County Road 2. The entourage continued west to County Road 5, then north along that road. Meanwhile, I took the Sheriff back to the Junction Station Depot, where Tanya Perlman was monitoring everything. They helped me set up for the morning ceremony, then the Sheriff followed the Buddy and Bowser example of resting his eyes while supervising. I got back onto the road...
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The 'Orbit' route was very long. County Road 5 alone was fifteen miles long, end-to-end. We didn't go that far, cutting back across the River and onto Riverside Drive near BOW Enterprises. At 3:00am everyone took a break at the entrance to the Fairgrounds, which was right next to Police Headquarters and the Crime Lab/Morgue building. The walkers were given some good hot soup and sandwiches, and bottles of water. Everyone was holding up well, including Father Romano.
Channel 5 Encrypted Radio crackled, then Teresa's voice said "Press vans on North Street, Riverside Drive, and Jefferson Avenue."
"Interdict them." I said. "Don't let them move to follow our group." Police patrols enthusiastically moved out to follow those instructions.
At 5:30am, with the first gloaming purplish-red of dawn over the eastern horizon, the entourage moved south on the sidewalk of University Avenue down to Junction Station. The green and orange lanterns were hung on hooks on the side of the building, and everyone went inside. Chaplain Romano was awarded his Inner Circle medal, and Orange Order medals were affixed to Inga and Teddy's uniforms. Then we sat down at the tables in the form of a square and had the traditional breakfast: eggs and beer! And steaks, which Teresa and I purchased and the Sheriff prepared.
As we ate, Teresa said "Those Antifa thugs began dispersing around 1:00am. A lot of them took off the red shirts and went to T-Square's club, 'Rhythms & Rap'. And KXTC and KSTD had vans in the back parking lot of the Jasmine Club and other businesses down the road. They were waiting for us to go through there, into that ambush."
I replied "Did you get any video footage of that?"
Teresa gave what was for her a grin and said "Yes. Our unmarked Patrol cars got really good video of the thugs with the chains and bike locks, and Myron put up a drone and got the Press vans parked behind the buildings, and KXTC lettering on the side of one of them. KSTD was more careful; we couldn't really get a clear shot of their lettering on their van."
"Good." I said. "We are going to need that, if I don't miss my guess."
"So it was a setup?" Teresa asked.
I replied: "I'll just say that I believe the Press, particularly KXTC, was working hand-in-glove with the violent anarchists to create a violent situation so they could film it, then accuse the Police of being the instigators. And they're getting more blatant about it than they ever have before. Something's up." I took a long quaff of my beer, then murmured "Something is up..."
Part 12 - Football, Policeman's Ball
Saturday, December 7th. Pearl Harbor Day. Conference Championships Day. Policeman's Ball Day. Whatta day.
And I slept through a lot of it. I got home to The Cabin in the early morning and was greeted by two outstanding dogs. I took Bowser and Buddy out, then sat down and looked over the Town in the brightening sunlight. Gracie, one of Tiger Mom's kittens, who was all gray, walked along the top of the deck rail and sat down to watch me. I wondered how it felt to be doing that walk, as it was a
long