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Part 28 - Riders For Justice
"
The tree of liberty must be refreshed from time to time with the blood of patriots and tyrants."
------ Thomas Jefferson, 3rd President of the United States.
"
No bastard ever won a war by dying for his country. He won it by making some other poor dumb bastard die for his country."
------ General George S. Patton, Jr.
We stood our ground, not moving, as the Antifa thugs attacked.
*Rrrrrrrrummmbbblllllllle*
They appeared seemingly out of nowhere. A line of motorcycles came from my left, going to north-to-south. They were biker gangs. One group formed a line between us and the thugs as more bikers came from every direction. The noise of hundreds of motorcycle engines filled the air.
The Antifa thugs began realizing they were ambushed, but it was too late. They were completely circled in. The bikers began driving in a circle around Courthouse Square, like sharks circling a soon-to-be-victim.
I noticed a large patch on the back of many of their leather jackets. In the middle was the blindfolded Lady Justice with her two scales, in silver against a blue background. Red ribbons went across the top and bottom. The white lettering on the red ribbon across the top said "The Guardians... Of Justice". The lettering on the bottom part said "Motorcycle Club".
Once the thugs were surrounded and unable to escape, the bikers stopped all at once. Then, except for the line between us and the thugs, the bikers got off their bikes and engaged the thugs in personal combat. The bikers had crowbars and tire irons, but mostly had their fists, and they used them to savagely beat the thugs.
It was not even a contest. When Force encounters Force and the Mind... the Mind wins, so Ayn Rand tells us. The bikers knew what they were fighting for; bikers are amazingly patriotic. The thugs weren't as enthusiastic for their cause when their bullying tactics were met by superior physical tactics.
The circle got tighter and tighter. Some thugs tried to break through to the southeast, but they were pursued and savagely beaten. The Press had been filming, but found their cameras taken from them and smashed to pieces on the ground. The Press began a tactical retreat, though they were not personally harmed in any way.
Teresa and I had not moved all this time. I could sense the relief in my Officers around City Hall, and in Tanya. We could see that the bikers had won the battle. As they finished up and returned to their bikes, hundreds of Antifa thugs were lying on the ground, their wrists and ankles zip-tied. Some of the bikers in front of us saluted us, and Teresa and I returned their salutes. The bikers began driving off in several long lines in every direction.
"Have everyone stand down." I said. "Captain Croyle, if you will be kind enough to have this excrement cleaned out of my Courthouse Square..."
"With pleasure, sir." said Teresa. Officers moved in as paddywagons and buses were called. Trip after trip was made, transporting criminals to County Jail as the Police made 632 arrests.
I turned to Tanya. "Thank you." I said.
"Least I could do for the Iron Crowbar, and the Guardians of Justice." Tanya replied with a grin. "And it meant something to be able to be here with you, sir."
"That was no small thing you did." I said, putting my arm around her and patting her on the shoulder. "That was bravery, and it was leadership, setting the example. And it more than vindicated me for bringing you back to the TCPD." Tanya just reached her hand over and patted my hand on her shoulder with her hand.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
At County Jail, two long 'tent city' tents had been set up. One held the arrested suspects. They were brought in groups and electronically fingerprinted. Those that identified themselves (and had it confirmed) were outfitted with green wristbands. Those that did not were outfitted with yellow wristbands. Those that came up as wanted criminals got red wristbands. Many of those were taken to cells inside County Jail.
Judge Watts and Judge Folsom set up benches on site. One by one, the thugs were processed. Some cooperated. Those that didn't went to the second tent, which had 500 cots ready to house the perps. These thugs were finding out that we were not playing around... they were being prosecuted 'to the fullest extent of the law', and we intended to make them seriously pay for their violent actions tonight.
H.J. Lynch showed up, and demanded that every one of the perps be given representation. Judge Watts told him to either represent them on the spot, or get lost... and that anyone who wanted representation would get it, but after spending the night in the second tent on a cot.
"Mighty impressive." said Chief Moynahan to me and Teresa as we watched the processing take place. "Very efficient."
"Yes sir." I said.
"Where did these tents come from?"
"The Red Cross." I said. "They got to practice for their major disaster scenarios by putting them up. We could also have FEMA come in and put up a tent city with cages inside... but I don't want to give them the practice of doing that, when their next time doing it might be in a situation where we're under martial law."
"It
is
scary how efficiently this is go-ingggg." said the Chief. "Come to my office at Headquarters after you're done here." Of course we immediately left and followed the Chief to Headquarters.
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Detectives were in MCD and Vice. They were watching as the perps were processed, and would sometimes send a text to hold someone under suspicion of other crimes. They and the Data Group were amassing information on who these thugs were.
"So far," said Lainie Everett, MCD's data guru, "only 8 people that reside in the County. Everyone else is from somewhere else, mostly the City and Southport." Indeed, the final numbers would be that only 22 of the 632 arrested would be confirmed as living in our Town & County, a factoid the Chief would not fail to mention in his next press conference.
My Angels and the Chief and I gathered in the Chief's Conference Room. "So farrrrr," said the Chief, "not one word from the DOJ. Lynch showed up, and I think he regretted it when Watts made him stay to represent all the perps. But no one from the DOJ showed up to scream at us."
"Yet, sir." I said. "Still plenty of time. They're probably trying to get a warrant for my arrest right now."
"No, they're not." said a voice. Jack Muscone of the FBI came in. "I was at the Federal Building, watching, and so were a couple of DOJ people. They're giving up and going home after seeing all those bike-riding Deputies stop the Antifa thugs."
"I'm shocked." I said. "I figured the Civil Rights division would be making as much hay as possible over this."
"They can't get by the violent tactics of the thugs." said Muscone. "If it had truly been peaceful, or if the Police had moved to stop them, the DOJ might be on it. I personally suspect they had an agenda, and were working with others on this. But whatever they wanted to do backfired. They're going back to the City, and 'leaving on a jet plane', as the song goes."
"What I'm curious about," said the Chief, "is how several hundred Bikers decided to have the biggest convention outside of 'Sturgis' right here on our Courthouse Square, right at the moment they were needed most. How did that happen, Mr. Crowbarrrrr?"
"Ohhhhh..." Cindy said. Then she saw all eyes on her and said "When those Patriot Guard Riders came to protect that funeral... you talked to them, Don. I can only imagine what about."
"Great looking patch they had on the backs of their jackets, too." said Tanya. "The Guardians of Justice Motorcycle Club. I need a jacket like that."
"You earned one tonight." I said. "You were riding with them. The rest of us were just standing there."
"Do me a favor." Jack Muscone said to his fiancΓ©e Tanya. "Don't be so brave next time."
"She is what she is." I said.
"I shudder to think what would've happened if those bikers had not shown up." said Chief Moynahan.
"Ohhhh, we probably wouldn't be having this conversation now." I said, sounding jovial, but knowing Tanya and I would likely have died.