The Guardians Of Justice Ch 04

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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,

understand.

I think they had a breakthrough when your mom helped Callie through that ordeal. But hey! ask your mom out to dinner or something, spend some time with her..."

"Oh, we do." Molly said.

"Speaking of all that," I said, "have you given more thought to moving into The Cabin or somewhere over here on a permanent basis?"

"Yes." said Molly. "A lot of thought. Here are the pros and cons: on the pro side, the boys will pretty much be able to grow up with their daddy, brother and sisters. We'd probably be safer over here, and that's something Laura has talked to me about several times; she is really worried about the Swamp Rats... or Frogs, or whatever you call them... trying to get at you through me and the boys."

"The cons," continued Molly, "are that I am Chief of Police in Nextdoor County, and I am essentially on call for anything bigger than a traffic citation. We're not a large Police Force like the City or Midtown, or even you guys in the TCPD. And while I love being part of your family and would have my family here, I kinda like being able to be over there while 'chaos theory' is being proved over here." I laughed out loud at that.

"Besides," Molly said, "The Cabin is a great place, but not really a place for me to have separate quarters from everyone else when y'all are up here."

"Yes, I was talking with Laura about that." I said. "We can do some remodeling of the attic area or the basement area, create a bedroom suite and a living room of sorts. The plumbing is in for a full bath in the basement area already."

"I'll think about it." Molly said. "Like I said, it's the job and the proximity to it that's the issue. So! Let's stop ignoring the 800-lb. gorilla in the room. How are

you

handling what happened to Cindy?"

"Not much gets by you." I said in the form of a quotation, which caused Molly to emit her trademark burst of laughter. Then I said, soberly, "To be honest... not very well. One of my weaknesses... is that I try to control everything, think of every contingency, be one step ahead of the perps all the way. But this time, I wasn't. And it cost Cindy a lot of pain, and nearly her life."

"She should've let you know she was going to check out that warehouse." Molly said.

"No." I said. "I don't require my Officers to check in with me for every little thing, be it Patrol Officers on the street or my Captain of Operations or Deputy Chief. She might should've called in for backup, or called in Uniformed Officers to handle it, but that's another discussion."

"My point," I went on, "is that I've engaged some of the most evil, dirtiest bastards on the face of this earth in a good-vs.-evil struggle to the death. And while I've had some great successes, Cindy was kidnapped and brutalized, poor Charlie Griswold is dead, and State politics are in an uproar and full of corruption... after I convinced Val Jared to run for Governor and Dan Allgood to run for Mayor."

"You can't blame yourself for any of that." said Molly. "And if you weren't standing up and fighting for us, who would? Don, I look at your boys when they are asleep, and I thank God you're fighting for them. And for a hell of others, decent people that would otherwise be overrun and slowly enslaved by the Swamp Frogs."

"We need heroes like you, Don." Molly finished. "

We need Guardians of Justice like you...

Part 21 - Those Sneaky Guardians

"This is Bettina Wurtzburg, KXTC Fox Two News!" shouted the redheaded reporterette at 7:00am, Monday, October 15th, from in front of the Federal Building. "The Guardians of Justice have struck again!"

"The shadowy cyber-terrorists released a huge trove of documents, which include nearly 33,000 emails taken from State Department servers and the Department of Justice in Washington, D.C.!" Bettina yelled. "These documents purport that high-ranking figures in the State Department as well as the National Security Agency worked to undermine Israeli-American relations, including leaking the Israeli's top secret plans for attacking Iranian nuclear facilities, and cooperation between Israel and nations such as Saudi Arabia, Jordan, and Kazakstan!"

"The GOJ also released documents showing that the Department of Justice had plans to use the Civil Rights Division to actively interfere with law enforcement investigations of voter fraud." continued Bettina. "And in a related story to that, sources tell Fox Two News that Agents of the DOJ and FBI did attempt to arrest Commander Donald Troy for arresting Gayle Tunnin for what he calls a malicious and slanderous attack upon Sheriff Daniel Allgood by her, but Federal Judge K.M. Landis and other FBI Agents stepped in to prevent the arrest of Donald Troy, as the DOJ did not have a valid warrant to arrest him."

"Tunnin has accused Allgood of sexually harassing her." said Bettina. "Allgood has sued Tunnin for slander and defamation of character, but more importantly, the Town & County Police received a tip that Tunnin and Sheriff candidate Della Harlow actively conspired to have Tunnin make the sexual harassment complaint. They gathered evidence that will be shown in this morning's preliminary hearing.

We will find out who the Police mole was that gathered this evidence as part of this hearing.

"

Bettina then finished: "And for the political situation, let's go to Amber Harris. Amber!"

"

That's right,

Bettina!" said Amber, sitting at the Fox Two Decision Desk. "The devastating allegations against Daniel Allgood should've been enough to sink any political battleship, so to speak, but after the arrest of Gayle Tunnin, Allgood's supporters have come out strongly in support of him. Eldrick Weaver is not one of those supporters. Roll tape."

Tape rolled, showing Eldrick X. Weaver saying "Very credible allegations of sexual harassment has been made against my opponent. I call upon Daniel Allgood to resign as Sheriff immediately, and to withdraw as a candidate for Mayor. He is not fit to be a law enforcement officer, he is not fit to be Sheriff, he is not fit to be Mayor."

Whoever was playing the tape made sure to leave in some raucous cheering at the end. Those same editors would cut out any cheering for Daniel, Chief Griswold, or any Republican candidate. The Media, biased? Why perish the very thought...

Back to Amber live, who said "Commander Donald Troy is well known for investigating and browbeating Donna Rodman and Hillary Braselton into plea bargains after they made credible claims of sexual harassment against the

deeply unpopular

racist Governor Val Jared, for which Commander Troy was investigated by the Independent State Counsel, Robert Mullen. Commander Troy also shot and killed a peaceful protester during the Kendra Luskin rape investigation, where Commander Troy helped Peter Gordon beat the rape charges in Court.

"Now Troy is using the same tactics against Gayle Tunnin, who made the credible claims against Daniel Allgood." continued Amber, who was smiling maliciously as she added: "And Fox Two News has confirmed that Donald Troy's wife, sexual psychology professor Dr. Laura Fredricson, is the sister of Daniel Allgood's wife Melina. With such close family ties, it is clear that Donald Troy will stop at nothing to help his brother-in-law's stained campaign, even using the

Power of Police

to harass Allgood's accusers. Back to you, Bettina!"

"Thank you, Amber!" said Bettina. "The family ties between Daniel Allgood and Donald Troy certainly create an aura of corruption around Allgood's campaign, adding to the general corruption of the State Republican Party, as witnessed in their vote-changing scheme."

Bettina went on: "Today begins the early voting period in the County and throughout the State. We have with us Karl Frazier of Public Policy Polling, and a Fox Two News contributor. Karl, how have these scandal affected the races in the County?"

"Bettina," Frazier said, "Daniel Allgood suffered an early drop in his poll numbers, but as news of the arrest of his accuser became known to the voters yesterday, Mr. Allgood's numbers firmed up quite a bit. He's down 48-44%, just at the margin of error."

"Why isn't Allgood twenty points down, after what he's been accused of?" Bettina asked, sounding frustrated.

"Bettina," said Frazier, "we've been seeing this for a while. The so-called Grassroots Conservatives are getting fed up with the fraud by the Establishment against Grassroots candidates, and they're disgusted with the false allegations against people they support, such as Clarence Thomas, Val Jared, and now Daniel Allgood. Ironically, Bettina, Tunnin's actions against Daniel Allgood have energized the Conservatives, and galvanized them into action. They are going to rally hard around Allgood."

"Thank you, Karl." said Bettina, not too happy about what she'd just heard. Then she brightened up considerably as she said "And now lets go to Nick Eastwood for Sports. Nick!"

"

That's right,

Bettina!" said Nick Eastwood from inside University Memorial Stadium. "The undefeated Bulldogs have an open date next week, and the undefeated Wildcats also have an open date as they prepare for their game against each other on October 27th!"

"The Bulldogs are No. 2 in the nation, behind the No. 1 Alabama Crimson Tide, with the No. 3 Florida Gators of the SEC right behind them." said Nick. "The Wildcats are No. 4, with Georgia sitting at No. 5. Florida will play Georgia in Jacksonville, Fla. that day, but ESPN has already announced that they're bringing their College Gameday program right here to our Town & County and our University!..."

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

"And they say Fox is not biased." muttered Teresa Croyle as my Angels, my Chief, and I watched in the Chief's Conference Room. Chief Moynahan had provided doughnuts, and Your Iron Crowbar and everyone else was hard at work trying to get a sugar rush from them.

"Amber could not be more biased if you paid her to be." replied Cindy. "Of course a lot of that reporting reflected her hatred of Don personally."

"The good newzzzzz," said Chief Moynahan, "is that you interdicted in time to prevent the false accusations and malicious smears from harming Sheriff Allgood too badlyyyy."

"With respect, Chief," Teresa said, "it's a long way to the Elections. The Media keeps saying their 'credible claims' crap with nothing to counteract it. It's just

wrong

, but we can't do anything about it."

"Sure we can." I replied. "We can vote our own consciences, instead of letting the corrupt Media tell us what to think and how to vote."

"Soooooo," said the Chief, "what on the a-gennnn-dah for you guys today?"

Tanya spoke up. "We've been asked to assist the FBI and the SBI Reserve Inspector in a couple of undercover missions, sir. In the City..."

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

My Angels and I had just listened to the KSTD/SNN broadcast. While Cynthia Freeman and political reporter Jim Nigut did not go after me like Amber had, they also didn't say one word about the Guardians of Justice and their latest data dump.

"All right, let's get Joanne and Roy in here." I said.

"I'll send them to you on my way out." Cindy said as she got up. She turned and left the office.

"Way out?" Teresa queried.

"I think she has a doctor appointment." I said. I didn't just think it, I knew it. But Cindy had not told me, so I couched it in those terms.

Just then, Joanne Warner and Roy McGhillie came in. I had them sit down in the hot chairs as Teresa moved to the sofa.

"Okay, guys," I said, "are you ready to do this?"

"Yes sir." Joanne said happily. Roy nodded, excited to begin.