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Part 18 - Divine And Federal Intervention
The eerie euphoria vanished and I once again began hearing the staccato impacts of bullets slamming into the windows and sides of my Police SUV. I realize I was seeing a black car with embedded red and blue LED lights come racing up. The passenger began firing out the window, and with each shot a perp was falling to the ground.
"FEDERAL AGENTS! DROP YOUR WEAPONS!" I heard a woman's voice shout as that car halted. The perps chose to not drop their weapons... and they died. I saw FBI Agents Jack Muscone and Melina Allgood firing at the perps. Jack's shooting was good. Melina's was better. As in 'stop the fight completely' better.
None of the Enemy were left alive to face my derision as Melina and Jack came up to my car. "Don! Are you all right?" Muscone asked, his voice quaking with shock and fear.
"I've had better roller coaster rides at the County Fair." I said. "But it looks like Melina wins the toy bear with her shooting."
"Damn straight." Melina said. Just then a number of TCPD vehicles were converging on the scene. Melina and Jack exhibited FBI badges.
"Commander? You okay?" I heard Lieutenant Rudistan call out as he came up, his voice a bit shaky.
"Yeah. I'm good." I said. "Turn this damn car back upright."
"Sir, you may be hurt." said Rudistan.
"Just my pride and my ride, Rudistan." I said. "Turn it back over." Rudistan and several (actually, a lot of) TCPD Officers rolled my SUV back over. When it went upright, it came down hard on the right side tires, jostling me hard and irritating my back. My driver side window finally shattered and fell out.
"Good grief, Don." said Commander Cindy Ross as she came up to us as I tried to open the door. It was stuck.
"Here, pry this door open." I said, sticking my red crowbar out the window.
"I've got this." said Cindy as Rudistan took the red crowbar. Cindy applied her green crowbar to the door jamb as I pulled the handle to release the latch, but the door wouldn't move.
"Oh my God! Don! Are you all right?" called out a voice. I saw Teresa Croyle in civilian clothes running up. She had just come down from her home on the mountain.
"Yeah, I'm okay." I said as Cindy continued to work at the door. Fire trucks were now coming onto the scene, and I noticed that the TCPD had traffic control very well in hand. Well trained, outstanding Officers, I thought to myself with pride. And they were holding the Press well back, also, which made me even happier.
"Gimme that!" Teresa said impatiently, taking the red crowbar from Rudistan. "Get out of the way, girl!" she ordered (yes, ordered) Cindy. She jammed the red crowbar into the crack of the door and yanked.
*SNAP!*
The door loosened, and Cindy, Rudistan, and Patrolman Johnson pulled it open. "Don't move, Commander, you may be hurt." said Rudistan.
"Thanks for the concern," I said, "but I think I'm okay." I turned to get out and was helped out by Teresa, who then practically hugged me as she held me up. And then I saw Jack and Melina to one side.
"Thanks, Jack." I said, wobbling over and shaking his hand. "And thanks for being the best crack shot in the FBI, Melina." I said as I hugged her.
I surveyed the scene. Eight dead perps. One dead Police SUV. Officers were collecting the weapons. One Patrolman bent over and picked up the rocket launcher.
"Careful with that!" I called out. "It may be---"
*BLOOM!*
The rocket fired over our heads and over the SUV and across the night sky in a glittering arc. A moment later we heard the explosion as the rocket hit the road well to the north of us. We all turned to look at the rookie Officer, who was white as a sheet.
"Rudistan," I said both angrily and wearily, "send someone up there to make sure nobody's hurt." Rudistan went over and gave instructions, and a Patrol cruiser took off up the road.
"I... I swear to God, I didn't touch the trigger!" the Rookie gasped.
"No, you didn't." I said as I came over to him, with Teresa making sure I didn't fall over. "But the perp did. It failed to fire, until you picked it up. I was wondering why I didn't get blasted with it."
"Oh my God." Teresa said. "If it had gone off..."
"I'd be Kentucky Fried Crowbar right now." I said, finishing the sentence with a great deal more joviality that the situation warranted. The rookie Officer went to a knee, and then got sick. Very sick.
Teresa was looking at me with tears in her eyes. And then she closed her eyes and began saying Latin things that I didn't understand, most very correctly giving thanks to Whom those thanks belonged.
And then I saw the Town & County Sheriff come up, his face also ashen. When he saw that I was okay, considerable relief flooded his face.
"It was not my day to die in the Klingon Empire, Sheriff." I said in a deep voice. Rudistan chuckled. The Sheriff was not as amused. He just shook his head as I clapped his shoulder...
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12:45am, Friday, July 19th. I was in the infirmary room of Police Headquarters, being examined by my favorite doctor. Laura had come to the crime scene, and her face became ghostly, drained of color when she saw the extensively damaged hulk of metal that was once my Police SUV. She had insisted I go to the Hospital, and I had insisted that I not. I won, mostly because of the presence of an Iron Wolf still in possession of a red crowbar, who was protecting me as doggedly as Bowser (pun fully intended). So Laura conceded to check me out here at Headquarters.
"Cuts and bruises." Laura said. "And a broken back... oh yeah, you already had that. My God, Don, by all rights you should be..." She didn't finish. I stood up and took my wife into my arms, and she began crying. I let her for a moment as I held her, then she composed herself.
After the exam, we went out into the hall and to the Main Conference Room. The Chief was in his seat at the near end of the table, and Cindy was sitting to his left. Jack and Melina had given their statements, and Jack was sitting next to Tanya. I came up behind them and patted them on their shoulders.
"Thanks, Jack." I said. "You really did keep me from being burned at the stake." Jack stood up and we hugged. Not just a man-hug, but an all-out full hug.
"But how did you and Melina get there so fast?" I asked as he sat back down, his beady black eyes glistening just a bit, as were Tanya's.
"We were watching for you." said Melina as she came in the door behind me. I hugged her, and then Laura hugged her. "Have a seat, you must be exhausted." Melina said. I sat down at the far end of the table, and Laura sat to my left.
Tanya said "You were right, Don, about Bettina broadcasting that stuff about you and McGinty's Materials putting your life in danger."
Melina said "Yes, that's likely what this was about. Don, you're usually very good about taking different routes at different times, but there's always been the one flaw in that there is only one road to the Mountain Nest. And that's where they waited for you." I nodded vigorously in agreement.
"We were parked up the road, at the Bus Station on North and University." said Muscone. "I thought we got there pretty fast, but they did a lot of damage to you by the time we got there."
"I tried to drive out of it, and almost made it." I said. "But they had some souped-up cars, didn't they?"
"Yes." said Melina. "Concrete-reinforced quarterpanels and reinforced steel in the front grilles. And all four cars had V-8 engines and powertrains meant for heavy-duty trucks."
"We have already placed the order for your new vee-hic-ulllllll." drawled the Chief. "Needless to sayyyy, the one you were driving tonight was totaled."
"Amazingly," said Cindy, "no one but the perps were killed... several of them by single shots to the head or right in the heart." Yes, my ex-wife is just
that
good a shooter.
"So you were positioned near the funnel spot." I said, getting the train of questioning back on the tracks. "How did you know to be there."