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Part 27 - WILDCAT SPEAR
Hearing Kelly Carnes's proclamations of lawlessness, I provided the 'appropriate' response.
I hit the break button on my Police radio, then said "Break break break! All units, this is Commander Troy. Prepare to reclaim the illegally-occupied zone. First option is beanbags and rubber bullets, but
on my authority
, you are authorized to use lethal force if confronted by lethal force. Arrest anyone you can, we have space for hundreds. Media reporters are not exempt; I say again, Media reporters are not exempt and are to be arrested if they are inside the zone. Codeword is imminent; I say again, codeword is imminent."
"What the hell are you doing, you son of a bitch?!" yelled Kelly Carnes. "This is a Police-free zone! It's to protect these people from your brutality!"
"That's right!" yelled Bettina. "You are are not welcome there!"
"Place Carnes under arrest," I said, "for sedition and inciting to riot." Detectives Julia Rodriguez and Joan Laurer moved swiftly to implement my instructions, and Kelly Carnes was not fast enough to evade them. A successful arrest was made, and Carnes was hauled off to Police Headquarters and taken through full booking.
I turned to Bettina and said loudly "There is not one inch of this County that is a Police-free zone, and I'm going to demonstrate that to you. Please make sure to document what the Town & County Police do to rioters that act violently and unlawfully."
"All units are ready, sir." said Teresa. "Shall I give the code word?"
"I'm pulling rank, and doing it myself." I said. I took up my radio, hit the break button, and said into it: "All units, this is Commander Troy.
Warrior Spear! I say again, Warrior Spear! Execute, execute, execute.
"
"May God damn you to hell!" Bettina spat at me as an armored paddywagon suddenly rolled up and crashed through the barricades the thugs had set up. Tear gas canisters were thrown into the crowd of demonstrators. TCPD Officers poured into the breach, and attacked those demonstrators trying to hold the position as they coughed and retched in the tear gas atmosphere. Many of them were knocked down and zip-tied, and other protesters began running east down Jefferson Drive and into the side streets.
But that demonstration was just for Bettina's cameras. The main assault on the 'Police-free zone' came from the east. The water cannon paddywagon was used where MLK Jr. Drive intersected University Avenue to drive the protesters back, followed by tear gas and beanbags fired from shotguns.
More Police and other deputized Agents of the Law poured into the breach, their chemical masks (actually, most of them were BOW Enterprises's five-minute air masks) obscuring their identities. It would seeeeem that there were more of them than the total number of Police and Deputies we had on the payroll.
And that was true... there
were
more. Where did they come from? I knew that
that
was where Sheriff Griswold had been the last couple of days. He'd been deputizing these American Patriots.
They were the Guardians of Justice M.C.
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Bettina and her crew were told that if they entered the former 'Police-free zone', they'd be arrested and charged with sedition and inciting to riot. As the Police moved in, someone came up to me and said "There's a KXTC news van and crew up ahead. Inside the zone."
"Good." I said. I took my M79 grenade launcher (
Author's note: 'Summer In The County', Ch. 02.
) and went up to where I could see the news van. I was surrounded by nervous Police Officers that were dedicated to my personal safety.
*POOMP!*
*WHIZZZZZZ!*
*POP!*
The tear gas grenade exploded in front of Lester Holder and the camera crew by the van. I saw thugs running away from the back of the vehicle, and I knew I'd just broken up a 'strategy session' between the perps and their hand-in-glove Media allies.
*POOMP!*
*WHIZZZZZZ!*
*POP!*
As another tear gas canister exploded, spewing CS spray all over the van, they began yelling "Stop shooting! We're the Press!"
*POOMP!*
*WHIZZZZZZ!*
*POP!*