This story is part of an ongoing series.
The chronological order of my stories is listed in WifeWatchman's biography.
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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, racism, 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 12 - Battle Lines
My ears were ringing from the reports of the gunshots as I took in what had happened. Karl Coleman's shot had gone high and wide, striking a ceiling tile. And that was because he was lying on the floor having been shot in the chest...
by none other than TCPD Deputy Chief Tanya Muscone!
The other Federal Agents had gone for their weapons, but found that Teresa Croyle had jumped in front of her fellow Angel Tanya, and was holding the SWAT Team's iron shield in front of her, protecting both of them.
And at least sixteen armed-and-armored TCPD Officers were now coming between us and the Swamp Frogs, their powerful firearms trained upon the Federal Agents. Meanwhile, standing in front of Jack Muscone was Your Iron Crowbar, wearing armor, of course.
Coleman was also wearing armor, which had taken the impact of Tanya's very accurate shot right in the 'ATF' lettering. He was now trying to breathe. His armor had saved his life, but trust me... getting shot in the chest still
hurts!
"You fucking
bitch!
" yelled Lindsey Black. "You just shot a Federal Agent!"
"He was trying to shoot a Federal Agent... my husband." Tanya replied levelly, without a shred of perkiness in her voice.
"And he's about to be under arrest for attempted murder." I said. "TCPD Officers, take these rogue, dirty Federal Agents into custody. Any of them that resist... shoot them dead. It is a good thing we're at a hospital... they're going to need one for the treatment of their hideous injuries."
"Hold on." said a voice. Coming into the lobby through the front doors was Dr. Robin Isley, wearing heavy armor and even a helmet. To the medics she said "Put Coleman on that gurney and get him the hell out of here. The rest of you, get out of here, too."
As everyone but Lindsey Black and one of the 'extras' obeyed and retreated, Robin Isley looked at me with a great deal of hatred in her eyes as she said "I'll make you a
quid pro quo
offer you can't refuse. You let us handle our Agent, we'll leave your Officer alone. But if you try to arrest him, we'll come after her... and she won't have that wheelchair in Federal prison."
"Officers!" I said loudly, ignoring Isley's ultimatum, "why are these dirty Federal Agents not under arrest yet? Or dead?" My Officers began advancing, and Lindsey Black covered a
very
hasty retreat.
"Good shooting, Commander Muscone!" said Lieutenant Rudistan with great joviality. "Center of mass! Center of massss."
"And every one of you had better shoot that well when you next qualify." Tanya said, her perkiness having quickly returned. Officers laughed, then began a sustained round of applause for their Deputy Chief...
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12:30am, Wednesday, February 24th. I was in my office at TCPD Headquarters, finishing up my paperwork on the shooting incident. The Chief had not bothered to put Tanya on any kind of restricted duty nor limit her capacity to carry her service weapon while on duty, but I suspected we had not heard the last of the incident.
There was a knock on my door and Teresa came in. "Give a girl a ride home when you're done? If you're going to The Cabin, that is." she asked.
"Sure." I said. "So what's the scoop with Aunt Clarissa and my mom?"
Teresa said "Aunt Clarissa is using the handi-capable bedroom suite in my house. Your mom is staying at The Cabin, and right now it's just her and Paulina with all your kids and Marie."
I began wrapping things up and shutting down. "By the way," I said, "that was an excellent job you did tonight, and my report to the Chief reflects that. You had our people ready, and I did notice that you got in front of Tanya with that iron shield."
"And now she wants one of those for her Tank." Teresa quipped. "Seriously, though, sir, we all saw you get in front of Muscone and protect him even if Tanya hadn't have blasted that bastard."
I replied as I stood up and collected my thing to go: "His armor under his suit was woefully inadequate, while I was wearing the full chest protector... and the 'girdle', of course."
We walked out of Headquarters and to my Police SUV, both looking around warily for any problems. Once in the vehicle and out of the parking lot, I turned south onto Riverside Drive, then west onto Jefferson Avenue.
As we drove, Teresa said "That could have been a bloodbath in there, and Lindsey Black really does believe having a Federal badge makes her all-powerful, so I expected her to start shooting and go down in flames fighting. My only question is: why did Robin Isley stop them, and make them fall back?"
I said "Think about it. Why
would
Isley do that? And why did she stop the Federal Agents from trying to abduct... er, arrest Coldiron in the City this morning? And stop them from trying to shoot down the chopper with Coldiron and the Chief in it?"