Ripped From The Headlines : Another Day In A Christian Paradise? Part 1(LSWC) , page 1

At the building marked J. Edgar Hoover Building - Federal Bureau of Investigation building it was pretty slow for a Monday. The F.B.I. Agent in his office was busy with the task of filling out his paperwork on the subordinates below him when his phone rang. He looked at the Caller – ID of the incoming office line and noted it was his direct supervisor. As he picked up the phone he quickly jotted down the time and phone extension for his records. “Bob Macaulay’s office, how may I help you?” he asked. The man listened intently for a few minutes, interjecting with yes’s or no’s but did not say much back to his supervisor while writing down comments next to the time and date of the phone conversation.

Hanging up the phone he got out of his chair and put his sports jacket on and bent to the desk with ink pen in hand. He quickly scribbled a few more notes on the notepad beside the time of the call and extension number, jotting the name “Blow Job” and a huge question mark next to it. Picking up his phone he dialed a three digit extension. “Trudy, please re-direct all of my calls to my cell phone. I need to head over to the Maryland Police Department. Yes Trudy, if you could order those roses for my wife I would appreciate it. Yes, you know the color she wants and please put something romantic sounding on the card for me. Thank you Trudy.” He hung up the phone and walked to the rear of his office, opened a filling cabinet and pulled out a Colt forty-five pistol that looked brand new and fresh out of the box putting it in the holster under his right armpit. Next he pulled out a satchel marked “Organizational Criminology Detection” and Bob thought to himself that this was the long and governmental way of saying the simple word, profiling.

As Bob walked through his office door he turned and locked the door with a key and placed his thumb over the scanner imbedded within the door frame. Watching as the scanner’s light went up and down it then flashed the words “Door Secured Mr. Macaulay, have a nice day” to him and he mouthed to the words to himself “Good night Irene” and chuckled to himself at the name he picked for the computer lock to his door and the ties it had to the fifties and sixties for him. He turned and watched his secretary Trudy scrambling with the phone on one ear pressed tightly into her shoulder and typing on the computer with both hands. She then ripped a paper off the printer, circled something on the bottom of the form and made a hand written note and handed the paper to her supervisor.

Bob took the paper, noted the price of the flowers that was circled on the bottom, read the note and smiled at Trudy after reading it and the words that she had picked for his wife to read when she got the dozen roses. Bob mouthed the words “Thank you Trudy and I will” to his assistant as he re-read the note from his secretary that said she wished him luck and to stay safe catching this bad guy. As Bob winded his way through the corridors of the F.B.I. building he nodded or waved his hand as people acknowledged him in passing. He exited out into a parking garage, noting the placement of the security cameras and wondered which of the highly trained security team was monitoring his actions and if they even knew what to look for in his body language to tell if he was up to no good. He knew none of the security team was trained in criminal profiling and that watching body language only went so far.

Stopping at the grey unmarked Ford Crown Victoria with a mafia tint on the windows he remembered when he first got a vehicle assigned to him as a cadet fresh out of the F.B.I. academy and how different this car was to that and how much he had moved up into the world since then. He had only wanted to catch bad guys, kick down a few doors, and make a positive change when he was a young twenty-one year old boy entering academy but now he was one of the F.B.I.’s top criminal profilers and he really did know how to catch the bad guys. Use their thoughts against them and out think them, that’s what his boss had told him ten years prior. Putting the satchel in the seat next to him, Bob turned the key in the ignition and revved the car’s engine as he waited patiently for the CD in the player to begin before he backed the car out of the parking space marked “Employee of the Year : Bob Macaulay : PhD Organizational Criminologist.”

As the music began playing Beethoven’s eighteen-twelve overture he shifted the car to reverse and imagined himself on the stage directing an orchestra and then superimposed that image over himself directing a crime scene and smiled as pieces of the puzzle already began fitting into place with everything he’d heard from his boss so far. Driving around the parking garage he noted that with every escalation of the song he was either turning or speeding up. When Bob turned the next corner before exiting the parking garage though he slammed on his brakes and skidded to a halt as another car was attempting to pull into a parking space. He noted that the vehicle was a dull dirty gray 1969 Mustang that looked like it needed a good paint job and a few body panels. He thought about this for a moment and tried to concentrate on what he had been thinking only moments ago. The thought was lost to him as he sped his vehicle towards the exit.

Bob turned to the right after making a full and complete stop at the stop sign even though there were no on-coming vehicles. Making a left hand turn, Bob pulled out his cell phone as it rang once an answered while putting the Blue-Tooth wireless over his ear. “Bob Macaulay” he answered. “Yes, I’m in route now.” Glancing at the Rolex on his wrist he said. “I’ll be there in about forty-five minutes, traffic permitting.” He hung up the phone and then flipped through the settings and put the phone on vibrate so he wouldn’t hear the phone and be disturbed during the investigation when he got there. He was annoyed that the Maryland Police Chief had called him wondering where he was at. The Chief knew his office was on the other side of town from the precinct he was heading to. Why did a Chief of Police take this action by some unknown assailant so personally he wondered?

He already knew from the short phone conversation and the Maryland Police Chief’s reputation he was going to have a political jurisdictional fight on his hands on who’s case this was and who should head the investigative team in order to solve it. Picking up the phone off of the plastic holster on his hip, he flipped through the phone a few times and hit the send button. “May I please speak to Justice Hollister? He’s in a meeting? Well, tell him this is Bob Macaulay and I need a favor.” He paused and listened. “I don’t care if he told you not to interrupt him or not, this is important. Tell him this is regards to an investigation he had asked me about with his wife and some pictures I have of his. He’ll know what I mean and no I won’t explain that to you. Thank you. Yes, I’ll hold.” He knew this was the last “favor” he’d get from this judge but he didn’t care. It always paid to have connections with someone in power or better yet to have strings to pull and make the connections co-operate with him.

The Chief of the Maryland Police Department screamed at the rookie officer in front if him. “I told you to cordon off that street and I don’t give a DAMN if it’s their “Constitutional Right…” he said with sarcasm “as newspaper reporters to get details of an investigation or if they want a quote from me or not. Get them the Hell off of MY goddamned street and out of my sight now!!!” The rookie moved instantly pulling the black grief band over his badge so the Chief wouldn’t notice it hadn’t been placed on there properly. Man the rookie thought, I’ve never seen the Chief this pissed off at anybody, something big must have happened at the station for him to go that red in the face and to call all the off duty officers in and pull the majority of the street officers away from their investigations, speeding tickets, or other traffic duties.

The Chief’s cell phone rang and he answered it brusquely. “Yes, who is this and what do you want?” he bellowed. “Oh, I’m sorry Justice Hollister. Yes sir, I’m sorry. Yes sir, there was one male officer murdered brutally and one female officer knocked unconscious and restrained like a Thanksgiving turkey stuffed with stuffing.” He stopped talking and listened, his face turning red with repressed anger. “Yes SIR. He will have my fullest co-operation. Again, I’m sor…” he said as the phone went dead in his ear. “Goddamn judges and son of a bitch meddlesome F.B.I. agents and calling people to get strings pulled.” Chief Paulson motioned for an officer to come to him. The officer quickly crossed the street to his Chief and waited. “You go tell Detective Conover to get his ass in gear son. Then you make sure when an F.B.I. agent shows up to take over this case that he is given a hard time getting through this crowd and to me. I’m not having some asshole outside of my precinct solving this case and bringing this cop killing asshole in. He’s getting Police Justice.” he said as he slammed one closed fist into an open palm. The Police Officer smiled at his Chief’s words with pleasure.

Across the street an Ambulance was sitting alongside a Coroner’s van and several police cars with the red and blue lights flashing in a wildly random seeming fashion but hypnotic order. The Chief walked over to the Ambulance and quickly entered the building. He looked at the man on the stretcher covered with a sheet. He pulled back the sheet and looked the bald man lying dead on the stretcher. “Leave him uncovered when you take him out and put him in the Ambulance not the Coroner’s van.” He told the paramedics. The paramedics looked at him and then each other. One of the paramedics worked up the courage and asked. “Why Chief, the guy is dead?”

[edit on 8-6-2008 by SpartanKingLeonidas]

The Chief of Police looked at the paramedic coldly. “Because the man deserves to die a fallen hero, and not a dog in a jail cell with two hookers, son.” The paramedic took the sheet off of the dead man grumbling while he did it. “You mean you’re covering up his death and the fact that someone snuck in here without anyone being the wiser.” The paramedic said. The Chief took one step forward and slapped the paramedic hard. “You will not talk to me like that, and you will say nothing about any of this to anyone, or I and the Brotherhood will make you disappear. If that’s not enough to scare you, we will make your mother and father turn against you and make your girlfriend or wife come down with a disease right before she screwss you the next time.

In other words, the Brotherhood will totally screw you and your measly life if you don’t keep your mouth shut. If you act like a good little doggy and behave and keep your mouth shut, you come see me in a week’s time and we can talk.” The paramedic blanched at the rebuke, but couldn’t resist asking. “What would we talk about in a week, sir?” The Chief stepped closer to the younger man. “You’re an observant individual; you might find a place within our organization.” He showed the twenty-one year old paramedic the ring on his finger. The paramedic saw the ring and moved quickly to do as he was told. He wanted nothing to do with pissing off the men of the All Seeing Eye.

The paramedics rolled the stretcher out of the open door and the crowd broke past the police line that had been holding them back. Cameras were flashing all over the place, men with cameras and women and men with microphones ran to the Ambulance, being stopped at the last minute with a line of police with riot gear. People were screaming questions at the paramedics, at the figure on the stretcher, at the men in police uniforms in riot gear. All to no avail, they said nothing to the news reporters in the street. The paramedics pushed the stretcher down to the ground lowering the wheeled stretcher at the back of the Ambulance. They bent down simultaneously and lifted it while one paramedic stepped up into the Ambulance while the other one guided the stretcher into the vehicle and shut the door, pounding on the back door and running to the passenger side to get in quickly before it drove off in a hurry.

The Chief of Police watched all of this transpire from the shadows of the front door of his precinct with a few other men who watched in silence. A smile came across the veteran Police Officer’s face as the Ambulance drove off. Stepping out of the precinct the Police Chief became the immediate central of topic as one newspaper reporter saw him and caused a stampede which nearly left a few riot gear adorned Police Officers on the ground. The Chief of Police of Maryland stood and waited for the crowd to subside as a myriad of flashes from camera bulbs went off while he focused his eyes on the Ambulance as it drove away. He did this both to watch and make sure it left and for his eyes to not become permanently blinded by focusing his vision anywhere but where the camera flashes were. This was a trick he had learned a long time ago when confronted by reporters with their camera crews.

As the crowd kept flashing pictures newspaper reporters screamed questions at him and he held his hands in the air for silence. The crowd slowly subsided while cameras flashed continuously and the permanent lights of the live video cameras focused on him. “Ladies and gentlemen of the press, we have a killer on the loose in the streets of our fine city of Maryland and we have a few deceased people here at our precinct.” The newspaper reporters screamed out more questions, fighting to be heard over one another like rabid jackals fighting over the last few morsels of a desicated corpse.

The Chief held up his hands again to make the crowd get silent. “We have two suspects who were already in custody who were killed in the process of the escape and two wounded Officer’s, this may have been an attempted rescue of the two individuals who were already incarcerated. The Officer you just saw leave here in the Ambulance is in stable condition and I will personally keep the press up to date as to his condition. The other Police Officer had only minor injuries and is being questioned as I speak to you in regards to the current ongoing investigation.”

One newspaper reporter raised her hand and the Chief nodded towards her to ask her question. “Alison Hathaway with WOWN News here, do you have the perpetrators name and what they were in your precinct for, for the record?” she asked as her camera man focused on the man in uniform. “At this time we do have both the perpetrator and his accomplices names but we are not able to distribute this as it may hurt the ongoing investigation.” The Chief said to the pretty blonde reporter. “I’d like to say the Officer who went in the Ambulance only a few minutes ago, is a hero…” a Police Officer touched his Chief’s shoulder just as the word hero came from his lips, the Police Officer was holding his hand to an ear piece. The Chief seemed annoyed at being interrupted during the speech, but listened intently as the Police Officer at his side whispered in his ear.

The Chief held up both hands in the air for complete silence, as one last camera flashed catching him with his arms in the air. An annoyed look came to his face but he ignored the photographer, obviously he thought this guy was a rookie news journalist. “Ladies and gentlemen of the press, it has just come to my attention that Officer Pierson has had a heart attack in route to St Michael’s Hospital due to his medical condition after the violent attack here today.”

The crowd of newspaper reporters and cameramen went ballistic with questions, screaming the Chief’s name, screaming questions. They quickly subsided as the Chief stood still waiting for silence. The pretty blonde reporter from earlier raised her hand again and the Chief nodded to her first. “Alison Hathaway again, One World Nation news here. Can you comment if that fallen Officer has any family and how they might react to the news of his death, Chief?” she said. “I would imagine that his surviving family will be stricken with grief ma’am. Now if you will all excuse me, I have to go Officer Pierson’s family and console them in their time of loss.” The crowd began screaming again, asking questions and shouting comments to the Chief of Police. The crowd couldn’t see it but the Chief of Police had a creepy and eerie smile on his face as he walked away.

Police Chief Charles Paulson motioned for an Officer to come to him; the Officer in uniform quickly did as asked. “Tell Ms Hathaway to come to my office when she has the time and I will personally fill her in on any information she may want.” The Police Officer smiled as he left his Chief since he knew what the innuendo meant. He walked quickly towards where the crowd of reporters and cameramen were talking or broadcasting news to their selective stations and he watched as the pretty blonde news reporter was scribbling notes quickly on a pad of paper. He approached the reporter waiting until she acknowledged him. She kept writing for a few more moments and when the Police Officer thought he couldn’t stand it any longer she finally acknowledged his existence like this was a practiced exercise of hers.

“Yes Officer, can I help you?” she said glibly as she stared at him, it was almost like she was looking through him into the very core of his being he noted to himself. “Yes ma’am” he stammered “I, I mean Chief Pierson wants to see you when you have the time.” The pretty newspaper reporter smiled at the effect she had on the Police Officer as she strided closer to him like a female lion. Alison lightly touched his cheek. “It’s okay little boy, I have that affect on lots of people. You can come with me if you would like.” She said as she began walking towards the precinct, a malicious smile crossing her face. She softly reached down and caressed his arousal as she walked past him.

The power she felt from the arousal of men of power, Police Officers and Chief’s of Police alike thrilled her to no end. Alison Hathaway noted the timing of the un-marked Ford Crown Victoria pulling up and the other news reporter who thronged to the car as the man got out of his car. They flocked over him like he was a sand flea on a beach and they were devouring seagulls. She noted the F.B.I. agent’s looks and thought this guy was supposed to be their best criminal profiler. “What a chump, if he thinks he will actually get anywhere with his investigation.” She said as she noted the Police Officer behind her following closely and smiled.

Alison strode to the side of the building and into the shadows away from the view of her media colleagues. She waited until her eyes adjusted to the lack of light, then stepped forward tentatively while listening carefully and her breathing slackening so she could hear the slightest of sounds if need be. A form in the dark moved in front of her as stepped back knowing not to go forward. Alison backed into what she thought was a wall which she then realized to her dismay was a man muscled almost seemingly of solid rock. The figure behind her quickly and quietly clamped a firm hand over her mouth before she had the chance to scream.

The shadow of a man stepped forward from the shadows. It was Police Chief Pierson and he wasn’t dressed in his class A uniform anymore. Alison wondered what the Chief of Police would be doing dressed up as a S.W.A.T. Officer, the Special Weapons And Tactics division of his own Police Precinct wasn’t the place he was fond of since the day his knee was blown out by a concussion grenade misplaced during a raid and he had to have re-constructive surgery done just so he could limp. The man had gone through years of rehabilitation before his limp was almost non-existent.