This story is part of an ongoing series.
The chronological order of my stories is listed in WifeWatchman's biography.
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This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are used only for the literary purposes of this story. The author does not condone murder, racism, racial language, violence, rape or violence against women, and any depictions of any of these in this story should not be construed as acceptance of the above.
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Part 9 - Girl Power, Family Power
As ATF Special Agent In Charge Curtis Halsey aimed his weapon at Carole Troy's back, and at Bowser cradled to her chest, it seemed like a blur out of the corner of his eye that became TCPD Lt. Commander Teresa Croyle, wearing an armored vest and TCPD helmet. She went to her knees in front of Carole, and once she had Carole pressed against her back, she aimed her own weapon at Halsey's head.
"Ha." said Halsey. "A fucking local cop. Get out of the way, Teresa Cunt! I'm going to shoot that dog."
"Better be sure." said Teresa, who had her weapon's trigger pulled, her thumb holding the hammer back. "I
know
my shot is going to hit you right between the eyes if you shoot me."
"Commander Croyle." said Martin Nash, his hand on his holstered weapon. "That's a Federal Agent you're pointing your gun at. Stand down."
"He's pointing
his
gun at a six-year-old child." said Teresa, her eyes not leaving Halsey for even one instant. "Whose side are you on, Nash?"
"He's a Federal Agent. You're not." said Nash. "Lower your weapon."
"It is a good day to die, Nash." said Teresa, in her best English translation of the original Klingon. She was still looking at Halsey, refusing to be distracted, as she said: "Are you prepared to die with us?"
"Yeah!" said Curtis Halsey, looking more demented than ever. "Shoot that bitch, Nash! Come on, shoot her!"
"That would be a very stupid thing to do."
Everyone except Teresa looked up to see that Melina Troy Allgood had come out of the 'Puter Room, wearing a gray dress and solid black stockings and pumps... but no armor. She had a powerful Beretta 92FS handgun in her right hand, pointed at the floor. She was being followed by Dr. Laura Fredricson, who was also armed.
"You're pointing that at my niece." Melina said as she walked up to Halsey.
"I'm going to kill her, too----" Halsey started.
*BLAM!*
"AAAUUUGH!" Halsey screamed as he dropped to the floor. Melina had shot him in the right leg, in the lower thigh, her gun aimed at a downward angle that took the bullet into Halsey's knee. He was now in excruciating pain, and would never walk normally again.
Melina looked over at Martin Nash and warned "You try to draw that gun, and I won't shoot you in the knee." Nash took his hand off his weapon, seeing that not only Melina but Teresa Croyle had aimed her weapon at him.
"I would shoot you in the balls, Nash." said Teresa, her voice ugly. "But you don't have any."
Laura went over to Carole and Bowser. "Carole, are you okay?" she asked, the worry in her voice very obvious to everyone.
"I'm good, Mommy!" Carole proclaimed. "Thanks to Aunt Melina... and Aunt Teresa again. Are
you
okay Bowser?" Bowser whimpered his relief.
"What is going on, here?" Dr. Robin Isley demanded to know as she came in. "Who shot Halsey?"
"Your boy acted stupidly." Melina said. "I suggest you get him out of here. Now. Before I shoot you, too, and end this charade."
"Get him out of here." said Isley. "Take him to Hammondsville Hospital."
"No." said Teresa. "He's under arrest, for the attempted murder of a Town & County K-9 Corps Police Officer, and a TCPD Auxiliary Police Officer."
Everyone gasped. Robin Isley was looking at Teresa furiously. Melina was watching Isley with contempt.
Laura, ever the doctor, was examining Halsey's wound, then put a gauze pad on the entry wound and taped it down. "He's not bleeding out, but get him to University Hospital." Two of the new TCEMS paramedics came in and put Halsey on a stretcher, and he was transported to University Hospital under heavy (local) Police guard.
"Okay, carry out the warrant!" Robin Isley yelled to her people, that had congregated outside. "Tear this house apart!"
"Hold on there!" yelled Jack Muscone, coming up to them. "Federal Judge K.M Landis has rescinded both the search warrants and the arrests warrants for Donald Troy!..."
Part 10 - Sleaze And Corruption