This story is part of an ongoing series.
The chronological order of my stories is listed in WifeWatchman's biography.
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constructive
criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas.
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, 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 13 - Lasagna and LGBTQ (continued)
The Duty Desk Sergeant reached under the desk and pressed a button.
*BUZZ!* *BUZZ!* *BUZZ!* *BUZZ!* *BUZZ!* *BUZZ!* *BUZZ!*
It was the 'intruder alert' klaxon. The Duty Desk Sergeant said into his radio microphone, clipped onto the shoulder of his armored vest: "Armed intruders pointing weapons at the Police in the front lobby. Potential hostage situation."
One security man lowered his weapon, but the other did not. "You turn that alarm off right now!" he ordered. "And put your hands where I can see 'em!"
The Sergeant made no move to turn off the alarm, but he and the Patrolman raised their hands to show they were not holding their weapons.
"I'd advise you to lower your weapon and surrender." said the Duty Desk Sergeant.
But it was too late. The SWAT Team was already pouring out of the side entrance where arrested suspects were brought in for booking, going around towards the front doors. Others were getting into position behind the metal door that connected the lobby to the booking areas.
"Take out the Press camera first." Teresa Croyle ordered on Channel 5 encrypted radio. "You are weapons free, and you are 'go' on Kalsu's order."
"Execute! Execute! Execute!" ordered SWAT leader Kalsu.
The SWAT Team rushed in the front door behind the cameraman and tackled him hard to the ground. His camera went flying. Others rushed Lester Holder and tackled him hard to the ground, one of them jamming Holder's head into the floor and holding it there.
As the security men whirled around, another contingent of SWAT burst through the door to the booking areas. TASERs were fired into the security men and the voltage applied, rendering them helpless. SWAT Officers converged upon them, taking their weapons. Others had thrown Assemblywoman Scott and her aide against the wall.
Teresa Croyle came out of the door leading to the hallway. She frisked Assemblywoman Scott for weapons, then said "Full booking for those domestic terrorists.", meaning the security men. "Take the Assemblywoman and her aide to the Main Conference Room, under guard. Take this worthless reporter and his equally worthless cameraman to I-A and I-B..."
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Coretta K. Scott and her aide were escorted to the Main Conference Room, where they were rather roughly forced to sit down in chairs.
On the far side of the room, her back to them as she looked out the window, was Deputy Chief Cindy Ross. "Commander Croyle can stay and guard the prisoners." she said. "Sergeant, you can go." The Sergeant left.
Cindy finally turned around to face Scott. "It wasn't even a good try." she said.
"What are you talking about, Cracker?" Scott said, pure hatred in her voice.
"That little stunt you tried to pull up front." Cindy said. "You come in here with the most racist reporter in the State and his cameraman. Then your so-called security men, who are actually wanted fugitives, pull guns on my Police Officers. Did you really think that was going to work?"
"Yes." said Assemblywoman Scott. "And it still will, when that camera footage of your
white
cops using excessive force against us hits the airwaves."
"What camera footage is that?" Cindy asked. For the first time, Assemblywoman Scott's eyes showed something other than hatred and arrogance, as she realized that something might be wrong.
"I came down here," said the Assemblywoman, "to give you a message after that crap you said at that Press conference this morning."
"At the point of a gun?" Cindy said. "Or were your henchmen going to shoot me like that rogue FBI Agent shot the Iron Crowbar the other day? Is that what it's come to? Silencing the voices of truth with violence?"
"The
truth
is that after the Assembly hears of the tactics you used today, both this morning and in the lobby a few minutes ago," said Scott, "they're going to defund you of at least that ten million dollars the grant money could replace... and maybe a whole lot more."
"I know you're hard of hearing." Cindy said. "You've been told several times that grant money can't replace the shortfall. And what I said this morning is true: you're just using that as an excuse to
defund the Police
, and to harm the Citizens of the Town & County."
"It's not an 'excuse'." said Scott. "It's the proper response to Police brutality against People of Color. And I came to tell you that after what you said this morning, it's war. You're not only a filthy Pig, you're a racist!"
"Again, you're hard of hearing, and you have a bad memory." Cindy said. "You don't remember last year's Budget meeting, when your racist buddy Eldrick X. Weaver attacked me, because I'm a lesbian? That might even have cost him the election for Mayor, when the LGBTQ community voted for the
rightful
winner, Daniel Allgood."
Coretta K. Scott began standing up. Teresa moved to push her back into her seat, but Scott brushed her off. "I'll stand up if I want to, you God-damned Cracker!" she hissed. Teresa let her stand, but her hand was on her service weapon, ready to draw it and shoot.
Turning to Cindy, Scott said: "The Black Community doesn't give a damn about faggots and dykes like you. What they do care about is white Pigs exercising Police brutality against innocent People of Color. And as long as you continue to abuse my People, I will do everything I can to destroy you, beginning with defunding you." She turned to her aide and said "Let's get out of here."