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Just Another Day of Law Enforcement (standard:action, 1378 words)
Author: Alpha43Added: Apr 17 2005Views/Reads: 3644/2347Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Listening in on two long time police detectives allows us to invade their thoughts, get insight about their feelings and their personal ethics. But do you really know these men.
 



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from the ‘Chemo’ that I don’t think she knows he was there. A dime to a 
dollar says he will be back tonight.” 

“What do the doctors have to say about her chances?” asked Terry. 

There was a long silence and then “It’s a hell of a way to end
twenty-seven years of marriage. Twenty-eight years if she can hang on 
two more months.” Donna had been an inspiration to everyone that knew 
her, ever optimistic, a wonderful mother and a saint of a wife. 

“Talk about heroes, there’s a rumor going around that a special
commendation is in your near future,” said Doug. “I guess one of the 
neighbors had a camera handy when you jumped in and saved that little 
girl out at the backwaters.” 

“Christ, you jumped in too” said Terry. 

“Yea, and I walrused myself half way there by the time you were dragging
the kid in. I thought you were going to have to come back and save me!” 


They drove in silence for a while, in the manner long-time partners do.
A great amount of communication going on, without either of them 
speaking. 

“Seeing that church reminds me, if we have time, I need to stop by St.
Paul’s today and make my annual donation to the All Faiths Fund, OK?” 
said Terry. 

“I mailed mine in, but I need to talk to Father Fred about the Youth
Council pledges, or I should say, lack of them” Chuckled Doug. 

The traffic was easing up a bit and Terry and Doug were making up some
time. They both sat and thought about their lives and how lucky they 
were with their kids, and the wonderful wives they had been blessed 
with. 

“How long should this one take?” asked Terry. 

“Three of these guys are bad players, but I really don’t see any
problems. There is little doubt that we will get their attention, once 
we explain it to them. These guys have laughed in the face of Justice 
too many times. It’s time to correct that. Its just a matter of timing, 
did you bring everything?” 

“Signed, sealed and about to be delivered” Said a smiling Terry. 

“Say, if you get a chance, we’re having a little gathering at the house
this evening. I know it’s hard to leave Donna, but if it works out, you 
are more than welcome, Kathy is going to debut her piano skills for the 
neighbors.” 

“Thanks Terry, we’ll see how things go.” 

They knew it was going to be a good day when they arrived on time and
were able to park right in front of the Kick Back Club. Doug 
straightened his tie and Terry adjusted his gloves. Walking up to the 
front, Doug nodded to an older gentleman passerby, and opened the Bar 
door for Terry. 

It was dark in the lounge, the back table had five or six men around it,
the long mahogany bar was nearly empty. Terry placed his attaché case 
on the corner of the bar, while Doug ordered a shot and a beer. Terry 
slid two quarters into the jukebox and asked the bartender to turn the 
volume up. 

The bartender delivered the drinks in time to see Doug toss the drink
down and slip on a pair of calf skin gloves. You could see the 
bartenders mind working, ‘it’s September; gloves?” 

The bartender backed up a step as a perfect red hole emerged in the
center of his forehead. Doug spun and fired two more silenced shots, 
one each into the ear of both of the street people sitting at the bar. 

At that same time, Terry was spraying the back table with 7.62mm hollow
points. The place was full of cordite smoke. Doug walked back and fired 
one clean head shot in each of the men lying around the table. 

Doug sauntered back to the bar, poured another shot of Absolute, and
tossed it back. Both men looked around, wiped off the area with a bar 
rag, and then casually placed their weapons and gloves in the attaché 
case. Terry used a napkin to pick up his mug as he drank half of his 
beer and in 30 seconds they were both back outside, at the ready, 
fighting for truth and Justice. 


   


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