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The chronological order of my stories is listed in WifeWatchman's biography.
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Part 20 - The Romulan Way
It was very tense in the hallway. The DOJ woman was about to walk down that hallway, but she was blocked by Muscone and Nash.
"Get out of my way." said the woman. "Or I will have you shot dead."
"That's what you'll have to do, then." said a woman's voice. It was Teresa Croyle, leading the SWAT Team to the front of the group, protecting everyone behind her. "Are you willing to die with me? Because I assure you that is what is about to happen."
"I'm willing to die for the cause of destroying white threats to oppressed minorities." said the woman. "Now where is that racist coward Troy?"
Oh boy, I thought, this is too much. I have to stop this... oh, wait...
Jack Muscone said loudly: "Your Honor! What is your opinion on this?"
From out of the Pastor's Room came Federal Judge K.M. Landis. "I've already issued a Court order on this. Where is your warrant, young lady?"
"I don't need one." the woman said. "We've appealed your illegal Court Order, and you will be impeached and removed soon. Now get out of my way."
"If you don't have a warrant, then you have no place here." said Julius Jefferson, coming forward and standing next to Teresa. Nash also came up.
"Are you going to be an Uncle Tom? A tool for The Man?" the woman asked. "Or are you going to do the right thing and help me arrest Donald Troy for his racist actions to suppress minority voting rights?"
"Commander Troy is no racist. And he has done nothing but enforce the law." said Jefferson. "
You
are the one breaking the law now, attempting to arrest a man without a proper warrant, defying a lawful Court Order. They used to do this to blacks a century ago, and now you want to do the same thing yourself?" The words stung, I could tell.
"Get ready, guys." she said to the Agents behind her.
"You guys better think about it." said Muscone to the two men.
"We're following our orders. Lawful orders." said one of the Agents. They locked and loaded their assault rifles.
It was about to be a bloodbath. I again was about to step into the hallway and stop it, when I heard the door to Cindy's office open, and then a hand tapped my shoulder.
"Stay here. I've got this." I heard a voice say as the woman came from behind me into the hallway. I watched in shock as my former wife Melina walked down the hall. She was wearing a clingy black dress, sheer black stockings, and black mid-heel pumps. She did not appear to be wearing armor, but she did have a .22WMR auto-pistol in her right hand.
The hallway went silent as Melina went through the crowd and right up to the DOJ woman. She held up her ID, which I could not see from my position far behind her.
"You know who I am." Melina said, her voice husky, level, quiet even. She reminded me of a Romulan Admiral in one of those
Star Trek
episodes. "We have Judge Landis's lawful Court Order... and you have nothing. I suggest you leave. Now."
The woman's eyes were smoldering with unappeasable hatred, but to the shock of everyone not named 'Melina', one of the Agents came up and whispered something to the woman, who then said out loud "Let's go, guys." The three went back through the front lobby and out of Police Headquarters.
"Mr. Muscone, Judge Landis," said Melina, "let me know if any more DOJ people show up in this County."
"We will. Thank you." said Jack. Melina left the building via the side entrance to the fenced-in parking lot.
Everyone naturally turned and came rushing to my office. They found me in my chair behind my desk... in one of the deepest reveries of my life.
"How could she..." I finally gasped when I realized that there were others in the room.
"How could she... what?" replied Teresa.
"Melina just walked up to that woman," I said, still staring at the wall under the TV monitor, "and the woman backed down."
"She was armed." Jack said. "And she has a license to kill, so to speak."
"That woman wasn't backing down with a SWAT Team in her face!" I said. "And neither were those FBI Agents... but they sure as hell did when
she
came down the hall..." I went back inwards, becoming completely unaware of everything else in the room.
When I finally came back, the room was empty except for Cindy and Teresa, who were sitting in the hot chairs watching me. My red crowbar was sitting on my desk in front of me.
"You okay, Don?" Cindy asked.
"Yes." I said. I then turned on the bug killer, which looked like an ink pen in my uniform shirt pocket. Then I turned to them and said "Keep this between us and this here red crowbar...
I now know who the Guardians of Justice are!...
"
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Sunday, October 14th. Laura had accepted an invitation to have lunch with the Allgoods, and she took Carole and Jim. I went to The Cabin and had lunch with Molly, Ian, Ross, Maggie, Cindy, Callie, and my mom Phyllis. And Buddy and Bowser, of course.
The boys took advantage of their opportunity to play with the dogs, especially Bowser, without their big sister Carole coming down on them like a freight train roaring out of the High Sierras. As the others talked, Molly and I went onto the back deck while the dogs went to do their business. We sat together on the metal mesh love seat and cuddled with a blanket around us.
"We haven't had a good talk in a while." I said. "How are things going with you?"
"Not bad." said Molly. "You see the boys just about every weekend, so you can see how they're growing like weeds. And I never thought two young children could eat as much food as they do." I chuckled.
"That's an inherited trait, from their father." I said. "My dad was literally aghast at how much I ate. He could not understand how, for example, one pork chop could be enough for him, but not me. Mom took up for me and made enough for me to have seconds."
"Growing up in Canada, on a farm," said Molly, "we had plenty of food, and my father made sure we ate a lot of it. Chores took up a lot of energy, then the Winter took up more. And then Cindy began doing weight training, and..." She stopped.
"And?" I said, prompting her.
"Nothing." Molly said. After a pause, she said "How
is
Cindy doing? I know that she, and you, went through that brainwashing, or whatever Eckhart calls it, but it still has to be weighing on her."
"Between you and me," I said, "I think it affected Callie more than it did Cindy. Cindy's tough, and she has always known something like that could happen to her. But Callie was faced with losing Cindy, plus knowing more than Cindy knows about it, wanting to help, but being unable to."
"I get that." Molly said. "But I think one thing happened that really helped Callie. My mom treated Callie like her own daughter during that time, and that really meant a lot to Callie and Cindy both."
"And what about you?" I asked. Molly did not try to pretend to not understand.
"I'm good with it." Molly said, the tone of her voice not fooling me.
"And how do you
really
feel about it?" I asked, peering at her.
"Not much gets by you." said Molly. "I know Mom loves me, but since she came down here after Dad died... well, I was hoping she'd spend a lot of time with me, and with the boys. But she chose to live over here, and she spends a lot of time with Cindy. I tell myself I'm not jealous, but it's... I dunno."
"You're trying too hard." I said. "Your mom loves you and the boys more than life itself. She's also trying to get to know the daughter she never had as close a relationship with... and she's trying to, shall we say,