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Part 23 - Standoff
"Here's what we know." said Alison McFarland into the microphone of her podcast. "Confessions have been made, plea deals made, perpetrators arrested in the Stephen Henry/Wendy Withers double murder case. Additionally, warrants have been issued in the murder case of a young Congressional intern.
"But it's not the end. The Swamp is deep, muddy, and putrid, and 'powerful interests' are fighting desperately to prevent Justice from being administered to those who have allegedly committed these crimes. U.S. Senator Samuel Russell is hiding behind a Constitutional clause to keep from being arrested and tried for rape and possibly murder. And the forces of Government Power are being marshaled to save and protect a Fraternity of rapists and murderers. This is Alison McFarland, and things are still... Unresolved."
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9:30am, Monday, April 22d. The standoff was incredibly tense. The corrupt FBI BAU unit of Bob Rovers was clearly itching to start a bloodbath. I was totally shocked that Edward Blassingame and Nathan Masterson had come in without armor on; their lives would be forfeit when the shooting started.
"This is a judge's order, Troy!" snarled Masterson, holding up a document. "Are you going to obey the law and release those unlawfully arrested prisoners? Or are you going to get a lot of your people killed?"
"Said by the guy who has no armor on himself?" I said "And will be the first to die?"
"We're willing to die in the cause of destroying you, Troy." said Blassingame.
"And you're literally standing here," I said, "unarmored, ready to have these dirty FBI Agents commit more murders to save your worthless rapist, murderer son?"
"I'd do anything to save my son, asshole." snarled Blassingame. "Wouldn't you do the same for your daughter?"
"
My daughter didn't rape and murder anyone!"
I thundered. I drew my Beretta 96 service weapon, aimed it at Blassingame, and cocked the hammer. "And I'm going to make sure your son is not only convicted, but executed by the State for his crimes. And when the shooting starts here, you'll be in Hell waiting for him."
"Stand down, Mr. Crowbar!" I heard a voice yell behind me. It was Chief Moynahan. He and District Attorney Miriam Walters came into the lobby. They were followed by FBI Special Agent in Charge Jack Muscone, and FBI Supervisory Agent Melina Troy Allgood. The Chief and Melina were armored, and Melina was well armed. Muscone and Walters were not.
"You're behind the times, Masterson." D.A. Walters said. She held up a document. "An emergency appeal to Judge Leahy of the Appellate Court was made. He rescinded Nance's ridiculous order, and ordered a re-examination by the lead Superior Court Judge, Patrick R. Folsom. Judge Folsom has already stated that Nance's order was so egregious that Nance will once again be referred to the State Legislature for impeachment and removal from the Bench."
Masterson took the document and looked at it. "Damn, it's dated after ours. They got to Leahy and Folsom in time, Mr. Blassingame."
Melina added her voice to the tense situation: "Every Federal Marshal and FBI BAU Unit member is here illegally. You are now technically trying to unlawfully break prisoners out of jail. The TCPD is well within their rights to shoot every one of you dead. And if any stray bullets blow your head off, Blassingame, it won't hurt my feelings one bit."
I don't know why Melina had such hostility for Blassingame, but I was liking it that she did. Then Jack Muscone spoke: "You heard her, Rovers. Get your people out of here. Now."
"Yezzzzzz." said Chief Moynahan. "I can't stop the Iron Crowbar from shooting you where you stand for too much longer, Mr. Roverzzzzz."
A Federal Marshal whispered something to Bob Rovers, who still had Teresa's M4 practically in his earhole. "All right." Rovers said. "Stand down. Let's get out of this shithole." The Federal Marshals were obviously very relieved as they quickly left. The BAU team members glared hatefully at me as they filed out, but with TCPD Officers now between them and me, they had no chance to do anything about their hatred for me... and I had no chance to do anything about mine for them.
"Let's go, Masterson." said Blassingame.
"I'm here to see my client, your son." said Masterson.
"He's not here." I said. "He's at his arraignment. All of this would've been for nothing; he hasn't been here for an hour." Blassingame blanched at that.
"Masterson, what the hell are you doing here?" Blassingame hissed. "Get to the Courthouse and do your job!"
"We've got it covered." said Masterson. Still, having no reason to be at County Jail, Blassingame left. Masterson followed.
As Blassingame walked by me, he stopped and glared at me. "Like I said, I'll do
anything
to save my son... or avenge him. Are you willing to do the same for your child?"
"Is that a threat, Blassingame?" I fired back. "Because all the King's horses and all the King's men won't be able to put you back together again if you threaten my family. At all."
Blassingame left the building. I said "Great job, everyone. Captain Croyle, have everyone stand down. Triple our protective coverage of the suspects at the Courthouse, and transporting them back and forth."
"On it, sir." said Teresa.
"My office, Mr. Crowbar." the Chief said. "Make sure you're there by the time I arrive."
Part 24 - Monday Maneuvers
As I waited in the anteroom of the Chief's office, I called Laura and gave her the 'red alert' that our children might be in clear and present danger. Laura said she'd call the school to watch out for anyone suspicious, and she would also call Molly Evans and Paulina Patterson. I asked her to try to get in touch with Sandra Speer to protect Greta, as well.
When the Chief arrived, he invited me and Cindy Ross into the Chief's Conference Room. As we sat down, the Chief said "I know you didn't start that one, Mr. Crowbar. I cannot bee-lieeeeve that FBI unit did that."
"I should've anticipated it, sir." I said. "And I'm feeling lucky they didn't realize Blassingame's son was being transported to the Courthouse. We had extra protection and some deception maneuvers, like multiple paddywagons going three different ways, but if they'd known, they could've attacked us."
"You make it sound like a military operation." said Cindy. "Blassingame isn't like that. Not even the FBI is like that."