Prologue:
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‘There was a time when society pretended that racism had died down. …being that far less people were seen being judged by the color of their skin and/or ethnicity; and that people of all races and nationalities began going to school together, learning together… playing together …just as the great man Martin Luther King Jr. himself ‘DREAMED’ generations ago.’
‘As long as segregation was dead, all while things only appeared to be better, especially when the American government passed a law against discrimination, this led many around the world to drop their guards.’
‘During this time of deception, of course we know, that racial slurs VERY often resulted in brutal violence, riots, and/or even murder.’
‘As time progressed further into the future, eventually there came a time when the hate-crime rate began to flourish its ugly head once more.’
‘Only this time, as a result, with there never being enough police officers on duty to handle the increasing hate-crime rate, an angry vigil-anti group known as American Power formed.’
‘American Power was a dangerous militia squad made up of angry fed-up individuals who were skilled in hand-to-hand combat as well as weaponry, who plotted to cure the hate-crime issue by wiping out all racist party.’
‘And in order to avoid conviction after taking such people out, America Power developed Diversion; a narcotic that enabled an individual to pass a lie detector test given during interrogation no matter how obvious the lie would be.
The battle continues...’
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Anxiously devastated viewers watched as the media screen read, ‘Channel A63 News.’
The broadcaster, Baxter Lakefield, Caucasian male, prepared to begin his broadcast while his name appeared at the bottom of the screen.
“Welcome back to Channel A63 News, I'm Baxter Lakefield,” Baxter quoted.
The upper right-hand corner of the media screen showed one ‘MIND BLOWING’ image of a multitude of dead bodies, who were male and female white supremist gangsters.
And oh my God were viewers devastated to see so many people dead.
Each of these corpses had their skin decorated with many hate tattoos that represented White Supremacy. Their tattoos of the German flag stood out the most.
Every white male corps in this image was shaved bald.
Baxter continued his devastating report with, “Many members of the most notorious racial gangs were found murdered in many different areas of the Los Angeles County.”
The upper right-hand corner of the holographic screen then showed an ‘UPSETTING’ image of many dead bodies of black gang members, male and female.
“And it's not only members of White Supremacist gangs who have been turning up murdered. It's also the racist African American gangs,” Baxter added.
This broadcast was already becoming difficult to look at and bare…
Next, the upper right-hand corner of the holographic screen showed a ‘SHOCKING’ image of dead Hispanic gang members.
Baxter continued this report with, “Racist Hispanic groups, Asians, middle east gangs, the list goes on. And what makes absolutely NO sense; according to detectives, neither of these racist groups have recently been battling with one another.”
The entire image behind Baxter suddenly showed an American flag with the Image of a Native American Indian shown from the shoulders up.
The words ‘American Power’ appeared over the flag.
“These numerous murders HAVE been blamed on the malicious American Power group by authorities. However, there's still no solid evidence behind such assumptions, being that each American Power Squad member have passed all lie detector tests during interrogation, which in turn leads to no American Power Squad members being convicted,” Baxter reported.
Baxter continued with, “Regardless of passing all lie detector tests however, for some reason, such suspicions against American Power from authorities still remain. And the suspicions remain due to this anti-hate speech that was recently given by American Power founder and leader, Mondo Sabu himself.”
The holographic media screen revealed Mondo Sabu, a tall black man in his early fifties wearing a green suit, giving his famous anti-racist speech at a press conference.
While expressing his UTTER most anger, Mondo’s words were, “Jesus has told us to love our enemies! That means, we can't hate people because of the color of their skin, or because a black person doesn’t sound black, or because a white man listens to Hispanic rap!”
Mondo continued with, “Because first-of-all, colors… especially SKIN colors, are something we see, not sounds of peoples’ voices we HEAR! Making comments such as ‘that a black person sounds white’, and labeling him to be an OREO, is just flat out beyond ridiculous! …same as labeling a white person as WHITE CHOCOLATE because they’re considered to sound black! Relating such people to a brand of snack!?! How STUPID is THAT crap!?! How TWISTED does a person’s mind have to be for them to come up with such REDICULOUS labels!?!”
Mondo then quoted, “Next, and most important of all… We have absolutely NO business killing a couple just because the two people are not the same nationality or skin color! But people still commit murder for those STUPID ILLOGICAL reasons! A better world would be a world without narrow minded haters of these types!! AMERICAN POWER!!!”
Mondo proudly raised his right fist…
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Chapter 1.
An Act Of Fatal Sabotage.
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At ‘The Pizza Place’ restaurant...
Man, the restaurant was ‘SUPER UNBELIEVABLY’ busy.
Well, what else was there to expect at a pizza place on a Friday evening???
So anyway, a cashier handed a customer two boxed large pepperoni pizzas, which gave off the delicious ‘Pepperoni-Cheese-Pizza Sauce’ aroma that normally WOULD make a person hungry.
“There you go, enjoy the rest of your day,” the cashier kindly told the customer.
“Thank you,” the customer replied as she took her two delicious boxed pizzas and exited the restaurant.
The Pizza Place’s main manager, Mike Kago, a black man who wore glasses, and had recently transferred to this Pizza Place location, was in his office pressing holographic buttons that were located below a holographic screen.
While pressing holographic buttons, Mike remembered seeing a tattoo of the German flag on the upper arm of one of his drivers named Mabric, who had just moved to Los Angeles from Germany to go to school.
Mabric’s German flag tattoo was an image Mike couldn’t get out of his mind, and it was driving him MAD. …let alone Mabric was from Germany.
REASON WAS…
The German flag tattoo on Mabric’s arm constantly triggered horrifying memories in Mike’s head of the time when Skin Heads murdered his parents when he was a child, which in turn, caused Mike to secretly have so much hate for Mabric.
…Not to mention that many Nazi gangsters had German flag tattoos also, which added to Mike’s hateful feeling towards Mabric.
Mabric being new to America however, he had no knowledge of the Nazi gangsters in this area having German flag tattoos. …or Mabric would have removed his tattoo in order to keep from being mistaken for a Nazi gangster.
“Data-system,” Mike called out.
“Show me a visual image of the location in this Los Angeles area where the American Power Squad members hang out,” Mike requested.
A holographic image of the American Power Squad’s territory, along with the information regarding the exact location, appeared in the form of a hologram flashing in front of Mike’s face.
The data system quoted, “WARNING… this area has a 99% chance of becoming hostile if any hated party are to be spotted.”
“Thanks a lot,” Mike replied.
“Glad to be of service,” the data system quoted.
Mike was in the process of sabotaging Mabric’s delivery ticket to lead him to deliver into the American Power squad territory, where Mike knew Mabric would surely be mistaken for a Nazi gangster and killed, if his German flag tattoo was to be spotted by American Power members.
Mike had REALLY thought this evil plan through. And here’s what I mean by that.
Knowing that the cops might question him, Mike opened his desk drawer, took out a bottle of Diversion pills, and swallowed one of the pills inside of the bottle. Mike was confident that once the Diversion pill kicked in, his name would remain clear no matter what he was to tell the cops.
This was an old prescription bottle Mike had hidden these Diversion pills inside of. …it was all apart of covering himself up the best way he could. You know, to look as innocent as possible.
Mike had recently spent a fortune purchasing Diversion pills from American Power illegally.
Even though having spent a fortune, Mike would feel that it was totally worth it once Mabric was out of the picture.
The only illogical thing about this was, Mike never stopped to think that what happened to his parents back when he was a child wasn’t Mabric’s fault, and he had no right to take his anger out on Mabric. …but Mike was too stubborn in his mind at this time of course you can see.
So anyway…
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In a close by shopping center…
A gray van that had the words ‘PRIESTLY BAKERY’ printed on the side, parked in front of a Karate School.
Cory Priestly, who was in rather good shape for being elderly, emerged out of the driver’s seat of the van as the rear door to the van automatically opened.
Cory made her way around to the back of the van and grabbed a birthday cake from the van’s refrigerator.
As Cory headed for the entrance of the Karate school facility, the doors to the van began automatically closing while making a very silent sound.
Cory entered the Karate school facility…
“YAH!!!” the children yelled enthusiastically while being led in basic punching exercises by Lamich, the head instructor of this dojo. …something Cory could not help but observe.
Lamich was a brunette male with a small amount of facial hair that matched.
Lamich was making SURE each and every one of his students got a good karate practice in for this day just like every other practice day.
“I wanna see power and effort in your techniques. The way you practice in here is the way you'll defend yourself on the streets,” Lamich instructed encouragingly to the children.
“It’s all about developing muscle memory. That means being able to defend yourself while acting without thinking,” Lamich added.
This was Lamich’s favorite form of wise counsel to give his students. …especially the children and his adult female students.
Cory couldn’t be anything but IMPRESSED by what she heard Lamich tell the children. In her opinion, this was the best form of teaching she had witnessed being done by any martial arts teacher. …which is what put a smile on her face.
Suddenly, a REALLY attractive Caucasian blond female named Joni, Lamich’s assistant instructor and niece, who was a nineteen-year-old Jr. College student, called out to Cory saying, “Excuse me Miss, in here.”
Joni was dressed in a karate uniform with a three striped black belt around her waist, which represented her rank as a 3rd degree black belt.
SUCH A DANGEROUS GIRL!!! Yeah! Dressed in her karate outfit, Joni even LOOKED dangerous! …very cute though.
“Oh,” Cory said one second before carrying the cake into the dojo office.
Cory greeted Joni with, “Good afternoon miss.”
“Good afternoon, how are you?” Joni greeted in return.
Cory gently set the cake on the desk.
“Good,” Cory replied to Joni’s greeting.
“Business is VERY good,” Cory gladly announced.
“That’s wonderful to hear… I'll sign for the delivery. My uncle is extremely tied up teaching the children right now as you can see,” Joni quoted, referring of course to Lamich.
“Yeah, I DO see,” Cory replied.
“And I also see that it’s another student’s birthday,” Cory quoted as Joni picked up a circle pad and pressed her thumb to it, which was designed to transfer funds into the account of the Priestly Bakery while reading Joni’s finger print.
As the payment process was taking place, Cory continued their conversation by adding, “…And Friday being every kid’s favorite day as usual.”
The pad lit up as the payment process for the cake concluded.
Joni removed her finger from the pad while saying, “Yes ma’am... I’m sure that’ll never change.”
“You’d think Saturday would be the more popular day for most children, being that kids actually DO go to school on Friday,” Joni added.
“But yeah, it’s a student’s birthday today,” Joni said, directing both herself and Cory back to the topic of the REALLY FUN birthday party the karate school was about to throw. …really fun for the children of course anyway. Something they were all looking forward to after karate class.
“Your tip is included by the way,” Joni informed Cory, referring to the birthday cake being paid for.
“Thank you,” Cory responded. “You have a nice after party. …you and the kids.”
“Thank you, ma’am, we will,” Joni replied.
Cory nodded her head in response just before exiting the office.
“Okay, time to call The Pizza Place,” Joni quoted to herself out loud.
Joni slid her index finger across the small screen on her multi media watch. As a result, the word ‘DIALING’ appeared in the form of a hologram before Joni’s face as the call was being connected.
After two more rings, Mike appeared on a holographic screen while being shown from the shoulders up.
“Thank you for choosing The Pizza Place. Will this be pick up or delivery?” Mike quoted.
“This will be a delivery please,” Joni replied.
Being that it was actually Mabric’s turn to go out on delivery, and Mike had sabotaged Mabric’s delivery ticket so that he would drive into American Power territory and be killed, Mike cheered with joy and excitement saying, “Ohh yes, perfect!”
Totally not expecting this type of response and behavior from Mike, Joni looked at Mike in a funny way as she couldn’t help but feel weirded out.
“OOOOO-KAY!” Joni replied as her voice tone expressed her uttermost feelings of awkwardness.
‘How weird and unusual,’ Joni thought.
“Please order when ready,” Mike said to Joni with excitement as he rubbed his hands together.
The awkward look on Joni’s face remained as she finally said, “Okay, this is what I want… Ten large pizzas. Five pepperoni, and five sausage pizzas… Italian sausage.”
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At The Pizza Place restaurant…
Mike waited for Mabric’s intentionally sabotaged ticket to print while having high hopes that his plan to have Mabric silenced in the American Power territory would be successful.
Mike REALLY hope for this evil scheme of his to come to past.
And what Mike adored MOST about this evil wicket plan was being confident that the effects of the Diversion pill would keep this incident from being traced back to him.
In simple terms, Mike strongly believed he would get away CLEAN with this and never be found out.
“Mabric!” Mike called out.
“Yes,” Mabric replied with a German accent as he approached.
“You have ticket number 2004. And whatever you do, be EXTRA careful,” Mike quoted un-necessarily, knowing that nothing was gonna keep Mabric safe in the location he had just been RIGGED to drive into.
Mabric, having recently started working at The Pizza Place, let alone being new to the Los Angeles area altogether, had no idea that The Pizza Place never delivered to this hostile area he was about to drive to.
In fact, he expected no trouble at all…
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In the hostile area…
Five Hispanic boys and two Asian girls, who happened to be American Power Squad members, street gambled when suddenly their attention was drawn to Mabric’s car, which was silver and had a Pizza Place removable sign placed on the roof of it.
They all stood to their feet while suspecting something odd, being that they knew that restaurants would never deliver to their part of town.
In response, one of the girls touched her earring, which caused her earring to glow.
By touching her earing, the Asian girl had alerted other American Power members about this odd activity.
These American Power Squad members, knowing that nobody was brave enough to testify against them, also plotted to rob Mabric of his tip money as well as the pizzas.
Little did these American Power Squad members know, they were about to discover a better reason to attack Mabric...
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‘DANGER…’
Auh oh…
Mabric finally parallel parked at his wrongly given location.
Shortly after Mabric emerged out of his car and grabbed the bag full of pizzas, the car door automatically closed, then…
‘…WACK!!!’
Ah man… By surprise, Mabric was BLINDSIDED. …knocked to the ground by a kick to his back from Kim, who was a tall AND beautiful black woman who stood around 6’5”. …and very strong for a woman.
Sulee, who was a VERY beautiful teenage Asian girl, stood beside Kim while many other American Power Squad members were approaching.
“What are you up to, cuzz!?!” Kim asked Mabric rhetorically, using the most intimidating voice tone.
“Cause ain't no restaurants stupid enough to deliver in this neighborhood!” Kim quoted.
“And ain’t no Nazi like yo-self foolish enough to come around here either,” Kim said, accusing Mabric of being a Nazi because of his tattoo of the German Flag on his upper arm.
This drew everyone’s attention to Mabric’s visible tattoo of the German flag.
JUST WHAT MIKE KAGO HAD HOPED FOR!!!
Ah man!!! Now all hell was REALLY about to break loose.
“I’m not a Nazi,” Mabric nervously replied, then he said, “What are you talking about? Why are you making that accusation about me!?!”
“Well, what’s with the German flag tattoo?” Sulee asked with a firm tone.
“I think you’re with a white supremist group and you’re here to spy on us while disguised as a pizza boy!” Sulee suggested.
“NO!” Mabric uttered right before he picked up the bag of pizzas and threw them at Kim.
And without even thinking, as he feared for his life, Mabric executed a kicked to Sulee’s stomach, knocking her against the car.
Mabric then took off running, having never before put so much effort into running fast out of fear.
“GET that idiot!” Kim shouted with extreme anger.
They all ANGRILY gave chase.
Sulee, being the angriest out of the entire pursuing group, caught up to Mabric first and tripped him from behind.
Mabric got back up as the gang surrounded him.
Mabric anxiously attempted to punch Sulee.
Sulee blocked the punch and threw a spinning heel kick to Mabric's head.
‘BOOONK!’
…was the sound Mabric heard as Sulee’s foot collided with his head, causing him to see a flash of stars. …a flash that only lasted a quick second. …then came to Mabric, the sound and feeling of hitting the ground while nearly losing cautiousness.
Mabric got back to his feet while dazed, then attempted to hit Sulee once more, only to find himself throwing his punch FAR off course from Sulee’s face.
Sulee angrily executed a punch to Mabric’s solar plexus, causing Mabric to make loud strange sounds while struggling to breathe.
Sulee threw a low front roundhouse kick to Mabric's inner thigh followed by a front roundhouse kick to his head.
Mabric fell back to the ground.
Before Mabric could get back up, the entire group surrounded him, ANGRILY kicking and stomping on him rapidly while giving him no opportunity to stand back to his feet and put up a good fight.
Mike Kago would be jumping with excitement in his mind if he was seeing this…
A neighbor stood in his yard watching this extreme commotion carry on while watering his flowers.
Being so focused on watching Mabric getting the sweat beat out of him, the neighbor was unaware of his flowerpot overflowing with the water he was pouring.
However, being that this neighbor knew all about the attacking party, not only was he too scared to interfere, but he was also gonna be too afraid to admit to the cops that he saw anything.
Other neighbors peaked out of their doors and windows only to find themselves watching this commotion in horror.
And just like the neighbor watering his flowers, they did nothing, as well as planning on not admitting to witnessing anything.
Suddenly, a long length silver and black limousine approached.
Knowing that this was Mondo Sabu’s vehicle, the entire attacking party ceased from kicking and stomping on Mabric.
The limousine doors opened seconds after the car came to a total halt.
A Caucasian man wearing a blue suit named Sally, along with a very tall extremely beautiful woman with a tan named Sylvia, emerged from the limousine.
Mondo Sabu was the last to step out of the limousine.
“Back up,” Mondo commanded the attacking party.
The attacking party stepped back, leaving Mabric on the ground hurting, bleeding, and bashed up FAR BEYOND badly.
“What are you doing here in our area spying on us?” Mondo asked Mabric while unknowingly having a wrong assumption.
Mabric put a bewildered look on his face, having no clue to the meaning of Mondo’s question, nor did Mabric expect to be ASKED such a question.
“Restaurants don't deliver to this part of town. And your tattoo of the German flag says that you’re a Nazi who came around here to spy on us. Well, you picked the wrong AND stupidest disguise to wear, FAKE pizza boy,” Mondo insulted.
“Huh? What do you mean restaurants don’t deliver to this part of town?” Mabric asked while feeling a LARGE load of bewilderment.
The others laughed, believing that Mabric SUCKED at pretending to be clueless. …as long as they only THOUGHT Mabric was pretending anyway.
“Dude, YOUR FAÇADE STINKS!!!” Mondo quoted, refusing to buy into the fact that Mabric was telling the truth.
“No, I really AM just trying to deliver some pizzas. I swear!” Mabric pleaded.
…but his plead was of no use; that was for DARN sure!
“To this part of town, man!?! What are you REALLY up to!?! Tell us! You’re a Nazi spying on us, admit it! Your tattoo on your upper arm is giving you away, fool!” Mondo said redundantly.
“Hey, Mondo, let’s just kill this fool,” Sally suggested.
“He ain’t gonna stop playing stupid,” Sally added.
“No. I’m not a Nazi! I swear! It’s just a tattoo of my country,” Mabric replied in an urgent pleading tone.
“You’re lying! You’re a Nazi who came down here to spy on us while disguised as a pizza delivery boy. You’re trying to gather information about us to figure out how to take us out!” Mondo wrongly suggested.
“No, I’m here to deliver-” Mabric attempted to repeat.
“Shut up man!” Mondo angrily-frustratedly interrupted.
“I’m sick of hearing that same stupid lie, cuz!” Mondo added. “And we’re done playing.”
Mondo finally grabbed Mabric’s head and snapped Mabric’s his neck.
Mondo was smart to have gloves on; in case he was to be interrogated for this crime.
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Chapter 2.
The Obvious Lies.
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At the Karate School…
People gradually showed up for the after party; some bringing dishes they prepared at home, and others bringing food that they purchased from supermarkets.
As Lamich realized and wondered why the pizzas Joni had ordered were forty five minutes late, he entered into his office, bumped into Joni, and asked, “Joni, haven’t you ordered the pizzas a while ago?”
“More than forty minutes ago, Uncle Lamich,” Joni replied, then she said, “And that’s longer ago than they said it would take to deliver them. I honestly don’t know what the issue is.”
“Okay, there’s no way I can suppose the delivery driver got lost,” Lamich said.
“I agree. The Pizza place is just right down the street. Something ELSE has to be the issue,” Joni suggested.
BINGO!!!
…Joni was RIGHT on the money. …but it was an issue FAR BEYOND what Joni would imagine possible at that moment.
Something that would surprise her beyond the barriers of belief.
…For the delivery Mabric had gone out on, which Mike Kago sabotaged, was supposed to come to the Karate school.
“Let me call these people,” Lamich said, meaning The Pizza Place restaurant. “…find out what’s going on with our pizzas.”
Lamich went to swipe his index finger across the small screen on his watch to contact The Pizza Place, but then he paused and decided, “You know what? I’m gonna drive down to The Pizza Place and find out what’s wrong. I think that’ll be better.”
Joni added, “And hopefully they’ll give us our order free of charge. We paid too much to be having this type of inconvenience.”
“After I change clothes, I’ll go there and I WILL make sure they grant us some sort of favor for our troubles,” Lamich said just before exiting the office.
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At the scene of Mabric’s murder…
The police, the corner, and all other emergency personnel were present.
Detective Cindy Brochovich, mid-forties, Caucasian brunette, and her partner, Puncho Smith, male, also mid-forties, African American and Caucasian blend, questioned a young black boy who had witnessed everything from the inside of his home.
However, out of fear for his own life and the life of his loved ones, the boy buried himself DEEP in denial saying, “No Detective, I didn't see anything.”
“That's what all of you are saying,” Puncho quoted, for it was obvious to him that not all the neighbors were speaking honestly.
Although Puncho was fully aware of the fact that these people feared for their lives, Puncho still found the nerve to ask rhetorically, “Hey man, ask yourself this… How would any of YOU feel if YOU were the victim and nobody testified on YOUR behalf!?! Think about THAT! I know SOME-body saw SOMETHING!”
‘IT WAS OF NO USE…’
…not even with Puncho’s ‘Put yourself in the victim’s shoes’ speech. The young boy, just like the rest of the witnesses who heard Puncho’s rhetorical question, went against Puncho’s desperate demand.
A portion of the neighbors headed back into their homes, wanting to be left alone.
This was the tenth person Puncho and Cindy had questioned and received dishonesty from, though Cindy and Puncho had lost track of how many people they questioned.
And they were SO SICK of hearing the same annoying dishonest answer... ‘WE DIDN’T SEE ANYTHING!’
“Yeah Puncho,” Cindy said, then she mentioned, “It’s obvious that at least a portion of these people saw something. But unfortunately, nobody's talking. You know they won’t talk, no matter how hard we urge them to.”
“They’re scared for their own safety Cindy, that’s why,” Puncho accurately suggested.
“And that’s just that,” Puncho added.
“If they're too afraid to testify against this anti-racist gang who go around screaming American Power, we can't make them do it,” Puncho quoted with the most confident assumption.
“Puncho,” Cindy replied.
“We’re not even 100% certain if the American Power squad is responsible for this murder. There’s no concrete evidence. We just assume that for two related reasons. Number one, people are too terrified to speak against the American Power Squad, which is something American Power love to use to their advantage. And number two, the fact that nobody’s admitting that they saw anything,” Cindy suggested.
“See? That's a clue right there,” Puncho pin-pointed.
“…a clue that the American Power squad IS responsible for this young boy’s murder. Put two and two together Cindy,” Puncho encouraged.
“I get you Puncho,” Cindy agreed.
“But as long as there’s no concrete evidence, we’ll have to act like we JUST don’t know,” Cindy quoted.
Cindy then added, “Can’t make arrests off of blind assumptions.”
“Yeah Cindy. I’ve been on the force for fifteen years, I’m aware of that,” Puncho responded, as if he were taking it as something annoyingly redundant.
“But why would the American Power Squad kill a random pizza delivery boy?” Cindy asked.
“Honestly Cindy, I don’t believe that that pizza boy was murder by random,” Puncho mentioned.
“He has the German flag tattoo on his arm. Something most white supremist gang members had. And this is the part of town American Power over runs. So again, who else did this?” Puncho quoted.
“Like I said Puncho, if only one of these people were brave enough to say,” Cindy replied.
There was silence between Puncho and Cindy only for a few seconds.
Then Cindy continued with, “Well, now we gotta go question the main manager at The Pizza Place. Maybe from him we’ll find out why the pizza delivery boy even ended up in this area to begin with,” said Cindy.
“Exactly,” Puncho quoted, then he mentioned, “…because this area is FAR out of the way from where he WAS supposed to go. I can’t wait to hear the pizza place manager try to make sense of this.”
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Outside of the Pizza Place restaurant, moments later…
Mike Kago had just received word from Cindy and Puncho about Mabric’s murder.
Being that there was entirely TOO-much about Mabric’s murder Cindy and Puncho needed to make since of, they STRONGLY felt the need to question Mike.
Mike Kago placed a pair of artificial intelligent handcuffs on both his wrist, preparing to be questioned by Puncho and Cindy.
“Okay Mr. Kago. You already know that as long as you have these cuffs on, my partner and I will know whenever you’re giving in-accurate information,” Cindy informed.
“Yes detective, THAT I’m aware of,” Mike responded while looking rather happy.
…and noticing Mike’s expression of happiness was the VERY LAST thing on earth Puncho and Cindy could help.
“Okay. I’m ready,” Mike quoted confidently with excitement.
While giving Mike a MASSIVELY strange look, Puncho went ahead and asked, “Alright, Mr. Kago. You took the order of the customer calling from the Karate school, did you not?”
“I did SO,” Mike responded while maintaining his same ridiculous expression of joy.
The green light on the cuffs flashed, which confirmed that Mike was speaking truthfully.
If in-accurate information was given, the cuffs’ red light would flash.
“So far so honest,” Cindy quoted to Puncho.
“Yeah, so far,” Puncho responded.
With Mike’s ODD expression POUNDING on the minds of Puncho and Cindy, Puncho went ahead and pointed out, “You know Mike. ……my partner and I, for some reason, can’t help but notice that you look rather happy about Mabric Suzzy’s murder. Why’s that?”
“I always sound and look like this,” lied Mike. …and this was an OBVIOUS LIE.
ODDLY, the cuff’s green light flashed.
Puncho however, felt forced to overlook the flashing green light on the A.I. cuffs and quoted, “Let me ask you again! How come you sound so happy about this!?! This is super odd!”
Annoyed by the redundancy, Mike’s happiness suddenly switched into frustration as he stated, “Look man, the cuff light blinked green, so I'm telling the truth!”
The light on the cuffs flashed green once more.
Mike’s sudden change in expression caused Cindy and Puncho to gain TOO MUCH more feelings of unsureness and suspicion.
But unfortunately, as long as the A.I. cuffs backed Mike up, Cindy and Puncho regretfully had to play along with Mike’s ‘BALONY’ written answers.
“Let me ask you, detectives,” Mike quoted out of frustration, then he asked, “Why are you so unsure of my answers? Don’t you trust you’re A.I. cuffs you have me wearing?”
“First off, you just never mind that,” Cindy replied.
“And secondly, let me make one thing clear. WE’RE asking the questions, not you! You just need to co-operate!” Cindy confirmed FIRMLY.
“Yes Mike; YOU answer OUR questions!” Puncho added.
“Aright aright; moving along,” Mike rushed.
“Okay Mike, listen,” Puncho said.
“There's something about this that has us police officers puzzled to the max. The Karate school, which is right down the street from this Pizza Place restaurant you work at, is nowhere NEAR the address on the ticket where Mabric drove to his death. This is all a result of the wrong address being printed on the ticket. Are you sure that delivery ticket wasn't deliberately rigged?” Puncho quoted.
“Come on detective. Now why would any of us do a stupid thing like that?” Mike asked while putting on a ridiculous façade.
And same as before, the façade stunk.
“Answer the question please!” Cindy demanded while using a slight impatient and firm voice tone. “…and NOT with another question either!”
“No detective!” Mike answered. “Nobody rigged anything!”
The green light on the cuffs flashed, although this was another obvious lie Mike had just told.
Mike went on explaining, “Any inaccurate address would be auto corrected by the restaurants data system before printing any tickets. I don't know how that bogus address got printed on that ticket. I mean, Mabric has no enemies here.”
…except for Mike himself of course, like I mentioned.
The cuffs’ green light flashed.
“Okay. You can both see that everything I told you was accurate,” Mike said, wanting the interrogation to conclude in a hurry, for he feared that the effects of the Diversion drug in his system might soon wear off.
“Now are we still far from done?” Mike asked impatiently.
Cindy shook her head while replying with, “Not done yet.”
Mike sighed with heavy frustration.
“Mike,” Puncho said. “According to the A.I. cuffs you’re wearing you’ve been honest so far. So why are you frustrated and acting a fool?”
“I’m not frustrated at YOU detective! A delivery driver of mine was just murdered; this is hard!” Mike said with a ‘REDICULOUS’ facade.
…and his façade was obvious to Cindy and Puncho, being Cindy and Puncho caught onto the fact that Mike switched from seeming to be so happy at first, to all of a sudden feeling uneasy.
But surely enough, the green light on the A.I. cuffs flashed.
And as long as the A.I. cuffs reported that Mike was being honest, that was just something Cindy and Puncho HAD to go along with.
“Okay see, the green light flashed,” Mike verified with frustration.
Cindy forced herself out of dwelling on the non-sense Mike expressed, and continued with, “Okay… The location your delivery driver Mabric Suzzy drove to is a bad part of town. Which is why restaurants in this town never deliver to that area. Wouldn’t Mabric had been aware of that?” Cindy asked.
“I guess he wasn’t,” Mike replied. “The kid was new. He isn't even from this country.”
The cuffs green light flashed.
AMAZING!!! Mike was speaking accurately for real that time.
“Well surely you knew to inform Mabric of that fact, didn’t you? How come he found out the hard way?” Puncho asked with a slight bit of anger.
“I just transferred here from another location myself.” Mike replied, causing the green light on the cuffs to flash. THIS ALSO was actually the truth.
“What location?” Cindy asked.
Mike sighed with frustration.
“What location!?!” Cindy angrily pressured. …pressuring Mike to ‘stop wasting their time and answer their questions.’
“In the Antelope Valley,” Mike replied.
The green light on the cuffs flashed.
“And like I said, I transferred here recently. So that’s why I had no idea that was the bad part of town where Mabric Suzzy drove too. I honestly DO remember some of my employees mentioning a bad part of town, but I had so much to do lately, I didn't give it much thought,” Mike explained falsely.
Although the green light flashed on the A.I. cuffs once again, Puncho and Cindy wouldn’t accept a million bucks to believe this. No! …not even a tiny grand of sand worth a bit.
And this was a sad situation too. The fact that Puncho and Cindy KNEW Mike was lying, and neither could pin-point WHY he was passing their lie detector test with flying colors.
‘HOW INCONVENIENT!!!’
At this point, Puncho and Cindy were actually in EVERY WAY tempted to believe that Mike was cheating.
And he was.
However, not yet having ANY knowledge of the Diversion narcotic and its effects, the un-easy feelings were as close as they could get to discovering the reason for this ODD situation.
Mike continued his bogus answer with, “I didn't know which particular gang infested area of this city my employees were talking about. I mean, there's more than one bad part of town hear in L.A. county, everybody knows that.”
The green light on the cuffs flashed.
Cindy and Puncho were finally tired of this crappy form of entertainment.
“Are we done now detective?” Mike asked impatiently. “I have to get back to running a huge pizza restaurant corporation.”
“Yeah, we're done,” Puncho replied, then he added, “For now.”
Puncho’s last statement pounded a dent in Mike’s confidence. …his confidence in believing he was going to get away with this.
Puncho and Cindy noticed this in Mike’s facial expression, and thought it was a LITTLE hilarious.
The A.I. cuffs became unstrapped from Mike’s wrists as a response to Puncho snapping his fingers.
“Thanks for your time Mr. Kago,” Cindy said.
“Let's go Cindy,” Puncho said.
Cindy and Puncho got into their police unit and drove off.
As soon as Mike saw that the coast was clear, he reached into his pocket and removed a medicine prescription bottle that contained the Diversion narcotic pills.
“These things actually work,” Mike said to himself.
While observing the Diversion pills in the bottle, an idea struck Mike’s mind. He suddenly thought to himself, ‘I’ll take more of these pills, for incase those two detectives return to question me a second time. And if they DO return, I’ll act more normal. …to assure that they don’t suspect me.’
At that point, Mike felt his confidence re-invading his emotions. Feeling FAR too confident that what he just did in the dark was actually going to remain in the dark and not come to light.
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Driving in the police unit…
Puncho and Cindy were conversing about how skeptical they were about Mike’s answers, as well as the voice tones Mike used and the sudden change in his behavior, which CAUSED Cindy and Puncho to be suspicious about Mike.
“That Pizza Place manager couldn't have been telling the truth,” Cindy quoted.
“I don't think he was either for some reason…” Puncho replied.
“…for OBVIOUS reasons. I mean, whenever something is being prepared for delivery, the correct address nowadays would automatically appear on the data system like he said. …I mean, unless you’re an EXTREMELY gifted data system hacker,” Puncho added.
After a few seconds of silence, Puncho continued with, “I HONESTLY don't know HOW that Pizza Place manager dude passed our lie detector test. I just can’t put my finger on what trick he could have possibly used.”
“Well, there certainly was no glitch in the A.I. cuffs,” Cindy verified.
“No,” Puncho replied. “Definitely not. Or we would have found out the moment the cuffs activated.”
“Well, we both know that this is making absolutely no sense,” Cindy quoted.
Cindy then mentioned, “I mean, if everything Mike Kago told us was totally accurate, it's gonna take for God Himself to tell me in order for me to believe it. I mean, you DID catch how odd he was acting the whole time, did you not?”
“I did SO… I noticed everything Cindy. Yes, every odd detail,” Puncho answered.
“But like I said, I just can't figure out why every time he gave us an answer the A.I. cuffs passed it off as the truth,” Puncho said redundantly.
“Well hopefully as soon as my father views the recorded holographic image from my eye cam contact lenses, he'll find a way to help make sense of this,” Cindy suggested.
“You're gonna have Captain Mac view the recorded image anyway?” Puncho asked. “…even though he was telling the truth according to the artificial intelligent cuffs?”
“Puncho, Mike Kago wasn’t telling the truth,” Cindy confirmed.
“And because it’s obvious that he wasn’t telling the truth, YES. Something's telling me that this should be further investigated on Mike Kago’s behalf,” Cindy added…
“I agree,” Puncho said.
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CHAPTER 3.
The Brave Witness.
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At the police station…
A police officer walked a street punk into an interrogation room while another police officer exited an office sipping on a cup of coffee.
Cindy’s father, Captain Mac Brocovich, a middle-aged man of Cherokee and Caucasian blend, stood speaking with a black woman who claims to have seen American Power members sailing Diversion.
This brave female witness, however, had no idea that the drugs she saw being sold was Diversion.
“You say you saw members of the American Power Squad selling some kind of drug?” Mac asked.
“And the drugs appeared as if they glow?” Mac added, for the purpose of verification of what he heard the woman tell him.
“Yes,” the woman replied.
“I don't know exactly what kind of drugs they were sir, but YES. The narcotics were glowing. Something I never seen before in my life,” the woman explained.
Bewilderment struck Mac’s mind like crazy, being that he HIMSELF had never heard of any narcotics with such a description.
“Glowing narcotics?” Mac quoted. “Interesting.”
The black woman nodded her head in response saying, “Yes, Detective. It’s weird to me too, believe me.”
“And miss, did you by any chance witness the murder of a pizza delivery boy that took place near this same area?” Mac asked.
The black woman was suddenly surprised as she quoted, “What pizza delivery boy? A pizza delivery boy actually drove to THAT bad part of town and was killed?”
“Okay,” Mac replied, taking a hint that the black woman knew nothing of Mabric’s murder. “That means you hadn’t seen it.”
The black woman shook her head saying, “No, I did not. But Believe me, if I HAD witnessed the murder, I’d report that as well.”
Mac reached into his pocket and removed a card that contained his contact information and handed it to the black woman.
“Ma’am, I'm glad you have the courage to come here and report this,” Mac said gratefully.
“I am too,” the woman replied. “Cause I'm sick of these people over running my neighborhood; terrorizing it and stuff.”
Suddenly, Cindy and Puncho approached.
“Okay ma’am,” Mac quoted in preparation to conclude his conversation with the black woman. …this brave female witness. “If you find out anything else feel free to contact me, or come here to the station and ask for me.”
The lady nodded her head in agreement saying, “Okay.”
Mac then added, “And of course you know what these people do to witnesses once they find out who reported them, so be watchful once you leave here and where-ever you go. And you were never here.”
“Thank you,” the black woman said just before walking off.
“Hi dad,” Cindy greeted Mac.
“Hey,” Mac replied. “So, what did the Pizza Place manager say?”
“Tss,” Puncho replied.
“He said crazy huge and obvious lies, that’s what he said. Dude gave us some REALLY bogus information,” Puncho answered.
“Soooooo if you know that he told you obvious lies, why isn't he here with you wearing hand cuffs?” Mac asked with extreme bewilderment.
“Well, you see dad, the thing is, he managed to pass our lie detector test. But his answers sounded like a bunch of bogus boloney,” Cindy explained. “…totally un-buyable.”
“Cindy, boloney-written statements never pass our lie detector tests while suspects are wearing the artificial intelligent cuffs,” Mac wrongly suggested unknowingly, being that he was unfamiliar with the effects of the Diversion narcotic.
Cindy removed her contact lenses from her left eye and held it in front of Mac while saying, “I really think you should view this. This is every WEIRD thing Puncho and I saw and heard while questioning Mike Kago. …the Pizza Place manager.”
Mac accepted the lens from Cindy while having a puzzled look on his face.
“Okay, I will,” Mac replied.
“As soon as Bradley and Jack get back from that Karate school, we’ll all view this together,” Mac suggested.
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At the Karate school...
A tall black man in his forties named Bradley Hagee, and a tall man in his mid-thirties named Jack Mulan, a man of Caucasian and Chinese blend, crossed the driveway of the parking lot while headed for the Karate school facility.
“Aright, something doesn’t make sense,” Jack quoted.
“This location is totally out of the way from where this pizza delivery boy drove to and was murdered. …so far off base,” Jack added.
“Believe me man,” Bradley said. “This is not making sense to a SOUL on the force, nor do I think it would make sense to a soul anywhere else.”
“Definitely not MY soul,” Jack quoted.
As they both reach the sidewalk, Jack was blown away in his mind at the sight of Joni exiting the dojo.
Jack was instantly aroused and taken by Joni’s outter beauty as Joni was changed back into her street clothes, which was a gene skirt and a T-shirt representing her karate school.
As Joni stopped at the sight of Bradley and Jack, Jack had to force himself to regain focus on the fact that he was present STRICTLY on police business.
“Excuse us ma’am,” Bradley said.
“Yes,” Joni replied.
“We like to speak with the head instructor of this school,” Bradley quoted. “Are you she?”
“Me, no,” Joni replied. “…my uncle is. I’m just the assistant instructor, secretary, and niece. But if you give me a moment, I'll get my uncle for you. He’s just about to step out for a while and see what’s up with our order from the Pizza Place. Do you both have children interested in lessons? Or are you both interested yourselves?”
“Actually ma’am…” Jack rubbed his finger across the small screen on his watch, which caused a holographic image of his badge and I.D. to appear.
“I'm detective Jack Mulan and this is my partner, Bradley Hagee,” Jack confirmed.
“This is concerning Mabric Suzzy, one of the Karate students from this dojo,” Jack added.
Shock suddenly struck Joni worse than lighting would a metal rod.
“Oh my God. Mabric's in trouble?” Joni asked.
Jack shook his head and replied with, “Ma’am, even with me being a detective I would have to say, I WISH it were only that.”
Joni’s feeling of shock doubled after hearing Jack’s last statement.
Joni could only imagine what the problem was at that time.
“Ma’am, Mabric Suzzy is dead,” Bradley quoted.
Joni was SHOCKED STIFF…
At this point, she was wishing the same thing Jack claimed he wished.
“He was supposed to Deliver pizza here at this Karate school, but somehow, he ended up in the worst part of town and was brutally beaten to his death,” Bradley explained.
Joni didn’t know what to say. She was SO devastated out of her mind.
Suddenly, Lamich exited the Karate school facility.
“Oh my God!” Joni quoted.
“Joni what’s wrong?” Lamich asked. “What are you ‘Oh My God’ing’ about?”
Lamich then looked to Bradley and Jack saying, “I saw you flash your badges. What can I do for you two detectives?”
Joni goes back inside while moving in rather fast motion and with so many of her emotions showing.
“What’s wrong with my niece?” Lamich asked with a tone of voice loaded with tons of curiosity.
“Sir,” Jack said. “You're the main instructor at this Martial Arts school, correct?”
“Yes sir, I am,” Lamich answered, then he asked, “Did one of my student's break the law or something?”
“No sir… it’s worse than that. Your student, Mabric Suzzy, he was murdered,” Bradley sadly reported, hating to be the carrier of bad news.
“While out on delivery he was robbed and brutally battered to death,” Bradley added.
“And what doesn’t make sense is, he was supposed to deliver the pizzas here to your karate school,” Jack added.
Lamich's face suddenly showed a mixture of shock and anger. …anger mostly. “What? Who did this? Are the suspects in custody? Tell me they’re in custody, please!”
“No sir, unfortunately they’re currently not,” Bradley regretfully responded.
“And we're getting absolutely no accurate information from the neighbors who witnessed this whole thing,” Bradley added.
“Wait. Did you just say ‘neighbors?’ This happened in a residential area, and Mabric was supposed to deliver here? What kind of nonsense is this!?!” Lamich asked with much confusion expressed in his voice tone while his facial expressions possessed the most-firmest puzzled look.
“Yes sir. This incident took place in a residential area,” Jack replied.
“I have no idea why the wrong address showed up on the delivery ticket instead of this one,” Jack added.
“Guys, who did this to him!?! Who murdered Mabric Suzzy!?! Who murdered my student!?!” Lamich asked in an angry tone. “Tell me, who did this!?!”
No answer… Only a few seconds of silence…
…at that time, both Bradley and Jack felt that they had no choice but to treat Lamich’s question like one that was rhetorical.
“WHO!?!” Lamich asked with a firmer tone of anger.
“Now you see why we don't have them in custody at the moment,” Jack replied.
HE DIDN’T KNOW in other words…
“We have every reason to believe that his ticket was deliberately rigged,” Jack replied.
“I mean, believe me sir, we’re trying to make sense of this whole thing too,” Jack added.
Jack then added the blind assumption saying, “But being that people are too afraid to admit having witnessed this murder, that leads us to believe that American Power is responsible.”
‘THIS WAS JACK’S LUCKY GUESS…’
But as far as Jack was concerned, this was just his blind assumption. …and that’s what irritated Jack.
“Yes detective, I understand your statement,” Lamich replied as he snapped out of his feeling of anger.
“And you know what? …you're probably right. It probably was my….,” Lamich caught himself and stopped short of his sentence, almost mentioning his former connection with Mondo, which he was ashamed to talk about.
Adding to this, Bradley and Jack felt that this was the wrong time to give any focus to the way they noticed Lamich stopping himself in the middle of his own sentence, so they thought nothing of it.
Lamich revised his statement saying, “It more than likely WAS the American Power Squad. But why would they attack Mabric? He wasn't racist at all! I don’t even understand how Mabric even ended up in their neighborhood where the Pizza Place never even deliver anyway. Let alone that the location he took our pizzas to by mistake is far out of the way from where we’re currently standing!” Lamich quoted.
“Hey man, like I said, we believe the ticket was deliberately rigged,” Bradley quoted. “…and we don’t even understand why THAT would happen.”
Jack then said, “But I CAN answer you as to why the American Power Squad would more than likely automatically assumed Mabric was a Nazi. The tattoo of the German flag on his upper arm. Other murdered victims belonging to White Surpremist gangs had tattoos of Germany and the German flag as well.”
Jack then added in reference to American Power, “Now you can understand where their assumption would come from.”
“Yeah? It was surely the American Power Squad then,” Lamich blamed viciously and vengefully.
“Hey man. Our hunch is just as strong as yours,” Bradley added. “…and maybe even stronger. I just wish we had more than just a hunch.”
Lamich replied with, “You don't want me to accuse just ANYONE, you get one of those neighbors to admit they saw something! Get them to tell you the truth! Does ANY bystanders realize at all how much damage they’re helping offenders do to this society by being chicken!?!”
Man, Lamich surely was expressing his anger through his voice.
“Un-fortunately sir, we tell the witnesses the same thing,” said Jack, with intentions to calm Lamich’s emotions of fury.
“But will they listen? No,” Jack added.
“Just like I said before, being afraid to lose their own lives by snitching makes being chicken the least of their concerns,” Jack explained.
Lamich angrily turned and re-entered his Karate school facility, not being able to help but forget about his late arriving pizzas for the party in his dojo.
Of course, this was because he was upset over the murder of his student.
“You know, he's right,” Bradley said.
“Time for us to report back to the station,” Bradley mentioned.
Both he and Jack started back towards their cars, but suddenly, it came back to Jack’s mind. …the way Lamich stopped himself in the middle of his sentence when he was about to mention his former connection with Mondo Sabu. In turn, Jack paused from walking.
“Wait a minute,” Jack quoted.
“What?” Bradley asked.
“I suddenly realized that Lamich was about to tell us something, but he caught himself, then reframed from saying it,” Jack said.
“Yeah, you know what? He DID,” Bradley said as the memory of that moment popped up in his mind as well. …with the help of Jack reminding him of course.
“And this was after we mentioned that Mabric’s murder might have been committed by the American Power Squad. Do you suppose that this means Lamich and Mondo Sabu may have some sort of connection?” Bradley assumed.
Jack re-thought for a few seconds, then shook his head while saying, “Naaah…”
Jack was ‘SOOOOO’ confident in his response as he added, “As upset as he is about Mabric Suzzy’s murder, I’m sure Lamich would tell us if he had any knowledge of Mondo Sabu. I mean, you could tell how badly he wanted the murderers behind bars.”
Bradley couldn’t resist agreeing with Jack as Jack suggested, “Let’s just head back to the station. I think we covered all we need to cover here.”
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Chapter 4.
The Major Neighborhood Meeting.
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At a local church…
The community was gathered for a neighborhood meeting. …A neighborhood meeting the Mayor along with the loco Pastors who were residing in this fallen community had organized and scheduled.
Together, these important people hoped STRONGLY to God that this neighborhood meeting would make all the difference in the world. …a hope for a change for the better.
Lights in the church were turned dim as all attendees were in the middle of viewing a huge holographic media screen that showed Mabric Suzzy’s memorial service on the news.
Baxter Lakefield appeared on the holographic screen broadcasting the news.
“Welcome back,” Baxter said.
“We now continue the memorial ceremony of Mabric Suzzy broadcasting live from Germany,” Baxter quoted.
Media screen now showed a press conference live from Germany, which is where Mabric Suzzy’s memorial service was taking place.
Mabric Suzzy’s father had the floor, as he spoke with as much motivation as possible to all listeners and viewers saying, “As you all know, I'm the father of Mabric Suzzy, the pizza delivery boy who was murdered in Los Angeles of the USA. And must I say, I AM willing to forgive you people in the USA who are responsible for the murder of my son, being that he’s now in a better place. …resting in the presents of Jesus Christ in the kingdom of God.”
“It HAS been rumored non-stop, that the American Power Squad was responsible,” the father quoted.
“And if so, I would like to inform you personally, that you can NOT solve racism by killing people; because you'll never kill every existing racist person on the face of the Earth,” the father confirmed confidently as he could only HOPE his words were being received into the spirits of any American Power Squad member who may have been listening.
At this rate, what were the chances though?...
“But allow me to say, if this young man had not come to know Jesus, this WOULD be a sad moment for me,” the father explained.
“But this is actually a happy moment for me and my family,” the father encouraged with motivation.
“Because if you all could see heaven right now, the place where my son is; how much more glorious it is than here on Earth, none of you would desire for him to come back,” the father encouraged confidently.
“And I know that my son himself would not want to return here to this fallen world,” the father encouraged.
“And I know that this moment of separation from my son is only temporary, but the reunification in God’s kingdom will be permanent once I myself enter the kingdom of God,” the father encouraged with TONS of motivation.
Jack and Bradley quietly entered the church sanctuary and occupied whatever empty seats they could find.
“None of you, however, know when your time is up. …just like my son didn't know. But having Jesus in his life, he WAS prepared to leave this Universe. So, if you know you would absolutely NOT spend eternity in heaven if you were to die right now, I wanna ask you to say this prayer to Jesus with all your heart. Repeat after me, but be speaking to Jesus while you pray… Say Lord Jesus,” the father encouraged.
Many of the viewers repeated after Mabric’s father while praying.
“Please forgive me of my sins,” many viewers repeated.
“I believe you died on the cross for me and was raised for my justification,” many viewers repeated.
“I now ask you to be my Lord and Savior,” viewers repeated.
The father concluded with, “Must I say; if you viewers prayed this prayer to Jesus with all of your heart, then know that you are now on your way to Heaven. And I hope that some of you American Power members prayed this prayer with me if you happen to be watching.”
The holographic screen now showed Baxter again as he concluded with, “That's it for today on Channel 63A news. Once again, this is Baxter Lakefield, signing off.”
As the score music for Channel 63A news began playing, Mayor Johnson, who was a middle-aged black man, snapped his fingers to turn off the holographic screen.
The holographic screen went to static, then vanished. The lights in the church sanctuary re-illuminated automatically.
Mayor Johnson then announced, “Sorry I haven't mentioned before showing this footage, that the father of the murdered victim is a Christian. I hope the talk about God coming from him wasn’t a problem.”
People in the audience responded un-simultaneously with, "That’s okay… Praise God."
Mayor Johnson continued with, “But anyway, of course you all know, this is our first neighborhood meeting we've held in a while. And only God knows how many tragic events we’ve had to see on the news between then and now.”
“Too many,” Mayor Johnson quoted. “That’s how many.”
“And this is mostly because whenever it comes to us witnessing a crime, we’re refusing to admit that we saw anything. Instead, we always pretend that crime in this community happens only when nobody’s looking,” Mayor Johnson pointed out.
“Or to put it a better way, when a crime is being committed in front of our faces, we tend to act like the offenders are invisible and we don’t see what they’re doing when they do it,” Mayor Johnson added.
Only a portion of the audience immediately became convinced by Mayor Johnson’s words. More like a small portion.
‘And SADLY, this was NOT the desired portion size…’
Mayor Johnson continued with, “A witnessed crime in our community is nothing to be kept a secret. And that's exactly what 98% of us are doing in Mabric Suzzy’s situation. Citizens, by keeping a witnessed crime a secret, we're actually doing as much damage to our society as the offenders themselves if not more.”
“In this case, we’re actually HELPING them. That’s why they feel that they can do whatever they want… They can; because technically, we let them,” Mayor Johnson said.
A woman in the audience stood up saying, “Hold on Mr. Mayor. In case you have forgotten, every time somebody admits to witnessing a crime; that testifying witness either turns up dead or hospitalized.”
A portion of the audience responded in agreement, then another woman stood up complimenting the previous statement with, “Yeah she's right. Maybe it's bad if we don't admit to witnessing a crime, but its suicide if we do.”
A portion of the audience once again responded in agreement. And devastatingly enough, it was a much larger portion than those who disagreed.
Cindy, who was seated in the front row with Mac, stood up and faced the audience while quoting, “What are you people responding in agreement with that statement for? An innocent young man is dead!”
“…A young boy, who came out here to OUR country to go to school and strive to get ahead in life in-order-to make an honest living. But instead, he was killed. And when it came time for me and my partner on the police force to question some of you, you lied and say you all saw nothing; in turn means you’re FORCING this whole thing to slide,” Cindy confirmed.
A few people, now MORE convinced by Cindy’s statement, responded in agreement.
It’s too bad that it would only be wishful thinking at its worst to assume that Cindy’s statement has encouraged everyone to start facing this common fear of theirs’. ‘Wishful thinking BEYOND its worst in this case.’
Cindy continued firmly with, “YES everybody! When you keep important information from cops like my-self, you are FORCING this to slide. And as a result, those who are responsible for this young boy’s murder remain at large. AT LARGE to possibly make another murdered victim out of God knows who else in the future! Possibly one of you!”
Simultaneously; many people responded opposing Cindy’s statement as well as other responding in agreement to it.
Uniformed police officers couldn’t help but attempt to calm people down while saying, "Aright everyone, just calm down right now! Everyone can’t speak at once!"
The police, even though they were in a church sanctuary, were afraid things were about to get out of hand, being that this is what it actually looked like.
“Guys, please let one person speak at a time,” Mayor Johnson requested once all the simultaneous chatter ceased.
Mayor Johnson himself was concerned about things getting out of hand by the way people would speak out of order every time somebody made a point.
Mac stood up and quoted, “Hey guys, you need to listen to my daughter speak. She’s a detective, she knows what she’s talking about. And she's saying what you all need to hear.”
After making that statement, Mac had hoped he had gotten into the heads of at least A PORTION of the people in the sanctuary. …more so of course, convincing them to cease from keeping witnessed crimes a secret.
Mayor Johnson turned to Cindy quoting, “I'm sorry Ms.”
“It's fine, Mr. Mayor,” Cindy replied while gesturing by automatic reaction.
Cindy then continued by quoting, “Now I know a lot of you sitting in this church sanctuary has lost someone, or have been victimized yourselves. And I want you to tell me how you feel when nobody testifies on YOUR behalf… Helpless, stressed, depressed, alone, and hopeless… Am I correct?”
The audience remained silent for a few seconds after Cindy’s statement. …and this was to the surprise of Mayor Johnson and the police officers.
The silence pumped Cindy’s heart with hope. …Same as her father, ‘HOPING’ that the audience was finally thinking twice before keeping silent whenever witnessing crimes.
Cindy continued with, “It takes either proof and/or witnessed testifying to successfully serve justice.”
To everyone’s surprise, it was still quiet.
Puncho then stood up and faced the audience saying, “I hope all of you are moved by the point my partner here just made… Yeah, it's our job as police officers to put away criminals. But you innocent civilians, who are sometimes witnesses, out-number us.”
“You guys witness more crimes than we do majority of the time. Which is why the police station has contact information for you all to make use of,” Puncho added.
“The more you report crimes to us, the more criminals we can put away who commit crimes that us police officers like ourselves DON’T see happen,” Puncho quoted.
Jack stood up facing the audience and quoted, “Everybody, I’m a detective also. And as a detective, I want to urge you all to let this be an important lesson. What us cops don't know CAN actually hurt YOU. …hurt us all as a community.”
An elderly Caucasian woman stood up saying to Jack, “Um, excuse me, Detective. I’d like to say to all three party who just spoke. I know that you guys as policemen put your lives on the line protecting us, but if we start snitching on offenders, our lives are on the line also. Innocent lives might I add.”
Jack replied to the elderly woman saying, “Mrs., with this county being the cesspool of crime that it is, your life is actually already on the line anyway. And like I just said, the longer people continue to falsely admit they saw nothing, the worse off this community will be.”
Lamich stood up saying, “Hey, I don't know how the majority, or even just SOME of you feel, but that murdered victim who this meeting is pertaining to, he was one of MY karate students. And let me tell you, I dislike what happened to that father’s kid as if it were my OWN biological child.”
“For those of you who witnessed the murder of my student, I want to make it clear to you that someone close to any of you could be next; then you’ll be in MY shoes,” Lamich made clear, then he added, “And possibly more so, feeling worse than me.”
A Korean man, who sat next to his wife, stood up saying to Lamich, “Sir, yes, I ALREADY know how you feel. But answer this question. Would you rather go to the funeral of your student, or end up like your student?”
The audience responded in agreement.
“Calm down guys, one at a time,” Mayor Johnson reminded the audience.
The Korean man continued with, “I know what it's like to be a victim of a crime. I own a liquor store. Yeah, I want to do something also. Yes, when I witness a crime I want to talk. But would you rather be a robbed victim or a dead victim? That’s something I have to think about each time I go to work.”
People responded in agreement.
The wife of the Korean woman stood up saying, “My husband is right. We run our liquor store together, and I’d rather be a robbed victim than a dead one.”
Audience replied in agreement.
As soon as the chatter subsided, Mac stood up and faced the audience once more.
“Okay, everyone, listen. We have all expressed our thoughts, feelings, and opinions here today and gotten our points across. …Regarding the pros and the cons on admitting to being witnesses to crimes. And as a police captain myself I must say that I understand both sides. And yes, it’s clear that nobody here wants to die,” said Mac.
“That’s why we’re currently in the process of creating the strongest witness protection program we ever had. And hopefully it won’t be a time-consuming process to complete. And here’s something I want you ALL to leave here with… You CAN lie by keeping quiet,” Mac said, pertaining to witnesses refusing to testify. “And the consequences can be as devastating as actually SPEAKING a lie. In other words, Doing and saying nothing has consequences too.”
People responded in agreement.
Mac continued with, “Now once our new highly advanced witness protection program is developed, I hope to see a change.”
People replied in agreement.
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Chapter 5.
Going Undercover.
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At The Police Station…
Mac, and his four detectives, Puncho, Cindy, Bradley, and Jack, were assigned to work two different cases at once. The murder of Mabric Suzzy, and the Diversion Drug the brave witness saw American Power members sell. What a coincidence! Why? Well, they were about to discover how relevant these two cases were…
The perfect strategy was already being discussed as Mac held a meeting with Cindy, Puncho, Jack, and Bradley. Cindy, Puncho, Bradley, and Jack had temporarily altered their hair and eye color so that they wouldn’t be recognized by anyone from the neighborhood meeting that had previously taken place. …being that they had mentioned at the neighborhood meeting that they were cops. ‘Someone from the meeting may show up in our current assigned location, recognize us, and accidentally blow our cover,’ they had already thought.
…and it was brilliant thinking.
“Aright guys, here's the plan. Jack, you were just hired as a replacement delivery driver at the Pizza place, right?” Mac asked.
Jack nodded his head replying with, “Yes.”
Mac directed his attention to Bradley saying, “And Bradley, you're gonna become Mike Kago's regular customer.”
“Both you and Jack keep a look out for anything that looks unusual. …Cause I believe Mike Kago may have consumed some type of substance into his digestive system that may have enabled him to successfully fool our lie detector tests,” Mac luckily and unknowingly suggested.
Cindy quoted, “That's my suspicion too dad.”
“Yeah. Mine also,” Puncho added.
Mac replied with, “Well Jack, Bradley, like I said. Both of you keep watch for substances such as unusual looking pills, liquid cold medicine, or any beverage that's not relevant to The Pizza Place corporation.”
“Hopefully we’ll find something without Mike knowing,” Bradley quoted.
“I’m sure you’re bound to find something,” Mac replied, then he looked to Cindy and Puncho asking, “Okay, now Cindy, have you and Puncho already set up a drug deal with American Power’s leader?”
“Earlier today,” Cindy answered, then she mentioned, “They're gonna meet us tonight.”
“Good,” Mac quoted. “Once you have them here in interrogation, get them to talk about the pizza delivery victim. In case it turns out that they ARE responsible for his murder like we all assume.”
Mac finally added, “And if you see a crime being committed in their area, don't arrest the suspects. I'll have back up monitoring everything from fourteen miles away. …can’t afford to take any chances of anyone finding out you’re cops. And because you all temporarily changed your hair color and eye color, and with your artificial I.D., nobody should recognize any of you from the neighborhood meeting.”
“Wait, still nobody testified about that pizza boy’s murder?” Bradley asked.
“If they did, we’d know about it,” Mac said, then he continued with, “It’s a shame that even after the neighborhood meeting that nobody testified yet. But as soon as we have who we want in the interrogation room, that'll probably be all the testimony we need.”
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In the City, late that night…
What an empty city on a quiet night; except for a few people passing by while going about their business, and cars gliding by with their engines making silent noises. That’s absolutely right... No loud noises produced by pedestrians or traffic.
A huge limousine suddenly drove by.
Mondo and Kim rode in the back of this limousine as they conversed with Sally, who was shown from the shoulders up on a holographic screen. The drug deal was about to go down just like they all have planned. …so everyone thought.
“Okay, now these new clients of ours will meet us in the alley. You already know which alley. I want two of you to pretend to mug them for their wallets; this way we’ll be sure they ain’t cops. Sylvia and two others will be monitoring from a distance,” Mondo explained.
“Yes Mondo, I’m on your page,” Sally replied, meaning he clearly understood the plan.
Just then, the screen went to static as Sally went off the air. Then the holographic screen vanished.
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In a near-by alley…
Cindy and Puncho waited for Mondo and his crew. …listening for the first sound of the silent engine of the vehicle they expected Mondo and his crew to arrive in. …the automobile Mondo had described for them to keep a look out for.
Footsteps of an approaching party were heard by Cindy and Puncho, which caused them to waist absolutely NO time looking to see Sally and a black man approaching.
“Who are they?” Cindy asked rhetorically as a large amount of curiosity and confusion invaded her mind.
Sharing the same feeling as Cindy, Puncho shrugged his shoulders saying, “Maybe they’re with the American Power Squad.”
Both Cindy and Puncho STRONGLY hoped that this approaching party WERE with the American Power Squad.
As soon as Sally and the black man had finally stepped into speaking range, all mysterious wondering was about to vanish when...
“Are you two our sellers from American Power?” Cindy asked.
Sally and the black guy drew their guns.
“If you two don't want extra holes in your body, give us your wallets,” Sally demanded strongly and with the firmest voice tone.
This was a REALLY great and convincing façade that was actually WORKING. …at least Sally and the black man thought so.
“Give them to us now!” the black man utterly demanded, using a voice tone that was actually more-firmer than Sally’s.
“Okay, take it easy man!” Puncho demanded in return, pretending to believe they were being robbed.
Even if they WERE, Cindy and Puncho both knew that all information and purchasing cards in their wallets were fake; which was why they kept their confidence as they both drew out their wallets and gave them up.
Sally and the black man search both wallets with zero hesitation, VERY desperate into finding out rather they were being played by undercover cops or not.
But as soon as Sally and the black man thought that they saw EVERY clue revealing that Cindy and Puncho were not cops, they let their guards down while gaining confidence in Cindy and Puncho.
“Okay, there's no badge here,” Sally said. “No clue at all saying that they’re cops.”
Black man shook his head saying, “No clue of them being cops here either.” The black man then said to Cindy and Puncho, “Okay, looks like we’re all on the same level here.”
“And yeah, we’re part of the group of sellers you’re waiting for,” Sally answered Cindy.
“Of course, you know we had to make sure you weren’t cops. Surely you would arrest us for mugging you if you were,” Sally suggested.
Cindy and Puncho nodded their heads simultaneously as Puncho said, “We’re understanding you.”
Sally and the black guy tossed Cindy and Puncho’s wallets back to them.
By automatic reaction of course, Cindy and Puncho reached out their hands and each caught their wallets almost simultaneously.
“Now where’s your provider. We wanna see what you got for us.” Puncho said.
“Mondo’s making his way here as we speak,” Sally replied. “Follow us.”
The party of four started down the alley, until a few seconds later, Mondo’s limousine was spotted quietly gliding towards them.
Back doors to the limousine opened the second it came to a halt. Mondo and Kim emerged out of the limousine.
“We’re here on time,” Puncho said. “Just like we promised.”
“Good,” Mondo said one second before giving the signal for Puncho and Cindy to get into the car. “Quick, get in the car.”
Cindy and Puncho made themselves comfortable in the back seat of the limousine with Mondo and Kim, VERY anxious and impatient to arrive at Mondo’s headquarters, so that they could hurry up and interrogate them and get them to speak about Mabric Sussy’s murder.
Limousine doors closed automatically.
“Okay, why hasn't your driver started driving yet?” Cindy asked impatiently.
It was time for Puncho and Cindy’s hopes to be crushed. Why? Because…
“Listen, I actually had you meet me here so I could inform you that I haven't been able to produce your requested amount of Diversion. My machine broke down. But we surely WILL meet at my narcotic house in three days. I'll have it fixed by then, AND have your requested amount of goods produced. I promise you,” Mondo informed.
“Seriously?” Cindy quoted while slightly irritated with disappointment and impatience.
“You set up a time and place for us to meet you just to tell us this garbage?” quoted Cindy.
“That for SURE doesn't make an ounce of sense to me,” Puncho quoted in agreement while he shared Cindy’s frustration.
“Or to anyone else in this car I assume,” Puncho added.
Mondo came back with, “Hey, I said the deal is still on. Like I told you, the machine is being repaired, and in three days you’ll HAVE your goods. You got my FREAKING word.”
“Have it completed in exactly three days, if you want to make your FREAKING fortune,” Cindy demanded, feeling EAGER to come across the hard evidence they need to get the case off the ground; needing visual confirmation of American Power producing Diversion.
“If you extend beyond that point, no fortune for you my man,” Puncho added.
Mondo pressed a button on his watch, causing the door to open, and continued with, “Three days like I said. Now count on it.”
Mondo had become irritated from having to repeat himself.
“Out,” Mondo demanded while signaling with his thumb for Cindy and Puncho to leave.
Both Cindy and Puncho stepped out of the car.
As soon as the Limousine doors closed, the Limousine glided off.
Sally and the other guy had already left in another car that had remained out of Cindy and Puncho’s sight.
BOY were Cindy and Puncho disappointed.
…disappointed of the fact that it wouldn’t be THIS night that they bring the American Power squad into interrogation.
However, this was also a good thing. Why?... Well, being that every American Power member had Diversion in their bodies, if they were to be interrogated at that time about Mabric Suzzy’s murder, the cops still wouldn’t have been able to convict any of them for it.
“Talk about bad luck,” Cindy quoted, expressing a blend of extreme inpatients with frustration.
“Nah, no bad luck,” Puncho comforted. …well, at least those were his intentions.
“Three days is a short time; and shouldn’t make a difference as soon as we catch them with Diversion in their possession,” Puncho suggested.
Cindy and Puncho headed for the end of the alley.
As soon as they reached the alley’s end, a blue and silver car, which was on auto drive, approached and came to a halt.
As soon as Cindy and Puncho got into this car, Cindy spotted a flashing light on a holographic touch screen, indicating that a call was missed.
Cindy rubbed her index finger across this small light, causing Mac to appear on a holographic screen.
“Hey guys, I tried to call you. How’d everything go?” Mac quoted.
“Tss. Man, that fool Mondo claim that his machine that produces Diversion broke down,” Puncho replied.
Mac suddenly shared Puncho and Cindy’s frustration as he quoted, “Perfect.”
A taste of impatience was heard in Mac’s tone as well.
“He told us that it’ll be another three days until we have what we’re shopping for,” Cindy added.
“Okay. At least Mondo admitted so far that he’s the producer of Diversion,” Mac quoted.
“As soon as we have him in custody, we know where to go from there,” Mac suggested redundantly.
Puncho sighed and said, “Hope this next three days go by fast.”
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9:45 am the next morning…
Jack’s car parked in front of a fast-food place called Sheego’s.
…He and Bradley thought they grab a little breakfast before beginning work at the Pizza Place, which happened to be in this shopping center as well.
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There was also a Thrift store in this shopping center. And what was going on inside. CHAOS. …A chaotic robbery. Chaotic because many people were on the ground just as the two Thrift store robbers commanded them to be. They were scared out of their minds to the maximum. The first robber, who wore a holographic costume that made him appear to have pale white skin, had his gun aimed at the cashier, who was NERVOUSLY, or should I say, beyond nervously, putting money in a bag for the offender.
The cashier was so nervous, that at various times she nearly dropped money on the floor while stuffing the bag, TRULY hoping to get out of this with her life. …same desperate hope shared by the shoppers who were on the ground.
The second robber, who kept his gun aimed at the store’s numerous early morning shoppers, wore a holographic costume that made his skin appear green.
“You have thirty more seconds to finish emptying the safe!! And don't bother thinking this store has paged the cops! My partner and I know all about your high tec security equipment. We rigged the data system NOT to page the authorities!” the first robber informed.
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In front of Sheego’s…
Jack got out of his car as Bradley exited the Sheego's facility with their breakfast.
Car door automatically closed.
Bradley pointed towards The Pizza Place asking, “How long before they open?”
“I got some time,” Jack replied. “I’m due to clock in at 11:00am on the nose.”
Almost immediately after Bradley and Jack occupied a patio table, Jack couldn’t help but pause, as he was thinking he heard sounds of chaos coming from the area of the Thrift Store.
“Hey man, you here that?” Jack asked Bradley.
“Hear what?” Bradley paused while putting forth his best effort to hear whatever noise Jack’s ears were picking up on.
‘And BINGO!!!’
Same strange chaotic sound from the Thrift store had HIT Bradley’s ears.
“Yeah... I hear commotion coming from somewhere,” Bradley replied.
Volume of the commotion increased. …assuring Jack and Bradley where it was coming from and what chaotic event was taking place.
Jack pointed in that VERY same direction while quoting, “…coming from over there by the Thrift Store. And it doesn’t sound good.”
“I’m with you on that,” Bradley replied in agreement.
Bradley and Jack rubbed their index fingers across the screen on their watches. Rubbing their index fingers across their watches wasted no time activating invisible full body force fields around them.
Bradley and Jack urgently drew their guns and started towards the Thrift Store.
Before coming upon the Thrift Store, Jack and Bradley ran into the two robbers as they ANXIOUSLY burst through the exit of the Thrift Store with their loot.
“Hold it right there!” Bradley shouted as he and Jack held the two offenders at gun point.
Jack then ordered with extreme utterance, “Okay drop the loot, drop your weapons, get on your knees, and put your hands behind your heads!”
“Auh man!” the second robber WINED as they both co-operated.
“’Auh man’ is right fool!” Bradley replied sarcastically.
As Jack and Bradley searched both suspects with scanners, Jack discovered a bag of Diversion pills on one of the offenders as both their holographic disguises de-activated.
“What’s that, Jack?” Bradley couldn’t help asking, referring to the Diversion Drug.
Jack rubbed his index finger across his watch, paging a police unit that happened to be nearby.
“I don’t know, but I gotta hurry up and get to work. And we can’t let anyone know we’re cops,” Jack confirmed.
The police unit that was actually just around the corner turned into the parking lot and approached the crime scene.
No later than immediately did two uniformed policewomen emerge from the unit in an urgent hurry while scampering towards the two suspects.
“Here you go,” Jack quoted to the uniformed police-women. “The two Thrift Store robbers.”
“We WOULD take them in ourselves, but we're about to begin an undercover assignment in this area shortly,” Bradley informed.
“Don’t worry, Detective. My partner and I, we'll handle this from here. It’s all good,” replied one of the uniformed policewomen.
“Okay buddy, you know your rights, and you know what’ll happen if you give up your rights,” the second uniformed policewoman quoted as both her and her partner began the process of arresting both offenders.
Jack handed one of the policewomen the bag of Diversion he found on one of the offenders.
“What’s this?” the uniformed police officer asked with confusion as she took the small bag of Diversion and held it at the level of her eyes, looking at it in the funniest way.
This policewoman and her partner had never seen such a unique looking narcotic in their lives.
“I found it on one of these offenders,” Jack answered, then he quoted, “It appears to be a narcotic of some kind.”
“Can you make sure whatever that stuff is gets to the laboratory? They'll be able to find out exactly what that stuff is and what it does?” Bradley suggested.
“Yes Detective,” the policewoman replied.
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Chapter 6.
Realizing What’s Odd.
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At a local restaurant…
Later that day, Mondo, Sally, and the same black guy who assisted Sally in pretending to mug Cindy and Puncho, conversed on a restaurant patio while enjoying lunch. What a nice day it was.
Although Cindy and Puncho had not attempted making any arrest, all three party still managed not to feel 100% confident in trusting Cindy and Puncho.
…The ‘EXACT’ feeling Cindy and Puncho did ‘NOT’want Mondo and his crew to get.
If Cindy and Puncho were to know how Mondo, Sally, and their third party were feeling at this time, they would become frustrated and confused, not be able to understand and pinpoint where they went wrong.
“Somehow man, I pick up a funny vibe from that couple we were dealing with last night,” Sally said.
“…or whatever their relationship with each other is, I really don’t care. But I just can’t ignore this funny vibe,” Sally added.
“I’m trying HARD to convince myself that those two people would have arrested you guys if they were cops,” Mondo quoted.
“But for some reason, Sally, I share your same feeling without being able to help it,” Mondo added.
“You guys ain’t alone, believe me. This all seems fishy to me too man,” the black man quoted.
Suddenly, a thought hit Mondo’s mind ‘HARDER’…in fact, MUCH HARDER than a ton of bricks.
This HARD hitting thought that just entered into Mondo’s head cause Mondo to strongly suggest, “You know, perhaps when I came up with the idea to pretend to mug these fools and make sure they weren’t cops, maybe the pretend mugging idea crossed their minds as well, and their captain told them NOT to make arrest if anyone attempted to mug them. …you know, so we wouldn’t think that they’re cops.”
“I mean, a cop would arrest a mugger, but criminals such as drug dealers, they would try taking matters like that into their own hands. And did that couple attempt to do ANY-thing like that at ALL before they knew who you guys were?... no,” Mondo pointed out.
Thinking this way, Mondo was SURE that he found a leak in Puncho and Cindy’s cover.
“Mondo, man, that’s a point right there… a very good one too,” Sally replied.
“I don’t think we should meet with these two fools no more,” Sally suggested.
“No… On the contrary, we ARE gonna meet with them in two days just like we originally planned,” Mondo confirmed.
“But we’ll take them out in a fatal ambush once they show up, then we get out of this town. No chances taken,” Mondo added.
“Why can't we just leave this town without dealing with these fools a second time?” Sally asked.
“Cause like I just said, no chances taken,” Mondo repeated.
“If they’re cops, and we leave them alive, they’re gonna track us down no matter where we go,” Mondo assumed.
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At a local park…
Mac sat on a bench conversing with his father-in-law TC Priestly.
Every so often during their conversation, TC and Mac would acknowledge people walking about the park and children playing on the playground. …just to be aware of their surroundings.
“You're still suspecting that American Power is responsible for the murder of that pizza delivery boy along with those racist groups on the news?” TC asked.
“NOW I am,” Mac replied with 100% certainty.
“Why all of a sudden?” TC asked.
“Well,” Mac quoted, then he mentioned, “After examining the glow in the dark narcotics in our laboratory, our lab technicians detected that when a person consumes this narcotic, it enables him or her to tell a lie during a lie detector test and still pass. …even without the offender believing his or her own lie.”
Mac then added, “Plus the two Thrift Store robbers who were interrogated this morning confessed that American Power sold them those narcotics, and it’s called Diversion.”
TC replied with, “Yeah, that surely sounds like a clue. And this leads you to think American Power is using this same narcotic to keep from being persecuted on charges of murdering those racist groups we’ve been hearing about on the news lately?”
“That's still just a suspicion,” Mac replied, then he added, “But thanks to Diversion, we now have a better clue regarding the murders of the racist groups.”
“Oh, so this drug called Diversion... That’s how the two Thrift Store robbers from this morning planned on not being found guilty for the robbery in case interrogated,” TC suggested.
“Thanks to Jack and Bradley, that plot was canceled,” Mac verified.
“What’s even better, this drug called Diversion motivated us to upgrade our main lie detector A.I. data system to be able to override the Diversion drug’s side effects,” Mac added confidently and encouragingly.
“Maybe that's how that Pizza Place manager passed HIS lie detector test,” TC suggested, then he quoted “…the Diversion narcotic.”
“We suspect that too,” Mac replied.
“We suspected that from day one in fact that that Pizza place manager might have somehow enabled himself to pass our lie detector test given to him by Cindy and Puncho,” Mac added.
“Which is why we're still searching for hard evidence that a certain percentage of those narcotics are in Mike Kago's possession,” Mac said.
TC looked at Mac with confusion and asked, “Who’s Mike Kago?”
“That’s the Pizza Place manager my daughter and her partner questioned the other day,” Mac replied.
“Oh, that’s him,” TC said as he now understood completely.
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Later that day…
Baxter Lakefield was on the news media screen while a holographic image of a plastic bag full of the glowing Diversion narcotic pills appeared beside him.
“Laboratory officials have discovered a new kind of narcotic that was recently released on the streets of Los Angeles California,” Baxter reported, then he mentioned, “A narcotic known as Diversion.”
“The Diversion narcotic was found on one of two Thrift Store Robbers this morning as they were both arrested and taken into custody,” Baxter revealed.
“It was requested that the footage of the apprehension of these two Thrift Store robbers not be shown and that the apprehenders remain anonymous,” Baxter said as a holographic image of both the Thrift Store robbers appear on the screen.
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At Mike Kago’s place…
Mike sat in his living room watching Baxter broadcast the news on his holographic screen.
“What the heck, I work in that area,” Mike said as the media screen showed the convenience store on the news. “Myyy God.”
Mike watched Baxter continue his report with, “And according to these two suspects who were arrested, American Power were the sellers of this new Diversion narcotic.”
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At the American Power Squad hideout…
In a recreation room, members of American Power were viewing the same news broadcast.
The narcotics being shown on the screen had got their attention. Sulee’s attention especially; for this caused her to feel far too concerned and worried. Especially after just hearing Baxter mention that they were the ones selling Diversion.
The American Power members continued to listen as Baxter continued the report with, “Also, it has been discovered by laboratory officials that the purpose of Diversion is to enable an interrogated suspect to tell any type of lie and still pass any lie detector test.”
“What the. . .” Mondo quoted as he became MORE frustrated.
“Oh no our secret's out,” Sulee nervously quoted.
“I don't follow this,” Kim said.
They all directed their attention back to the holographic media screen just in time to hear Baxter say, “Police Stations across the USA have decided to upgrade all lie detector test equipment for the purpose of overriding the effects of Diversion.”
With Baxter’s last statement getting to him, Mondo stood up in frustration uttering the word, “Freaking!”
Mondo grabbed the remote and turned off the holographic media screen, which caused it to vanish.
“Aright. We gotta destroy all evidence that we're producing this crap. AND we gotta get as far away from here as we can afford to go,” Mondo uttered urgently.
“Mondo,” Sally said.
“Yeah?” Mondo replied.
“You guys spend the next three days packing, I'll get us the money to get outta here,” Sally said.
“Yeah whatever, just be extremely careful doing it,” Mondo suggested.
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At the Pizza Place…
Bradley stood by the entrance of the Pizza Place facility while viewing his watch.
Suddenly, Jack exited the Pizza Place facility, which caught Bradley’s attention.
Bradley urgently asked, “Hey what’s up, find out any…”
With slight panic, Jack held his index finger to his lips, cutting Bradley off in the middle of his statement.
Jack then quoted, “…can't talk out here.”
Immediately realizing that he’s out in the open where their business should NOT be discussed, Bradley replied with, “Ohhh… Quick, the car.”
Jack and Bradley approached Jack’s car.
Jack’s car scanned them both as soon as they were both at a foot’s distance.
After the scanning process, both car doors opened as they both were cleared by the automobile’s data system.
As soon as Jack and Bradley stepped into Jack’s car, both waited patiently for both doors to close.
“Alright, did you discover anything?” Bradley asked.
“Nah. Nothing yet,” Jack replied.
“Nothing yet?” Bradley asked with slight disappointment.
“Absolutely nothing. But don’t lose hope so early,” Jack encouraged.
“Let me take off driving so Mike won't wonder why I'm still here,” Jack suggested.
Jack ignited the car engine by pressing his thumb print on a holographic screen that appeared in mid-air. Jack then started driving.
“How come you haven’t found out anything?” Bradley asked.
This was sort of a dumb question Bradley had just asked without thinking.
Deciding to skirt around this question that was asked with a lack of logic, Jack answered with, “Well, after watching the news, now I know to keep my eyes pilled for drugs that actually glow in the dark.”
“You know. It probably wasn't a good idea for the press to broadcast the fact that we discover what Diversion does. Cause surely Mike was watching the telecast and may have disposed of the drugs we’re looking for,” Bradley suggested, then he said, “…I mean, if he actually does have them in his possession.”
“Well as far as we know, Mike doesn't know our real occupation. So, he may not dispose of those drugs as long as he believes there are no cops around,” Jack quoted.
“It’s just too bad that it’s not by the book for us to interrogate Mike a second time if already proven innocent,” Bradley said.
“FALSELY proven innocent,” Jack corrected.
“But don’t worry man. I have a feeling we gonna get our man. Too much commotion was caused by this act Mike pulled for God to just let this slide,” Jack suggested.
Bradley replied in agreement saying, “Yeah… God does vindicate his children. One way or another, Mike will find himself answering for all he caused.”
“I don’t even hear your statement as a blind suggestion...” Jack encouraged.
“Cause it’s WAAAAAYYYY too obvious that Mike used Diversion to keep from being arrested,” Jack suggested.
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Chapter 7.
A Helpful Mistake In Identity.
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At the Karate school…
Karate class was about to conclude. Students were lined up in their original belt rank order before Lamich.
Lamich lectured his students saying, “I'm telling this to every class I teach, because I ABSOLUTELY do NOT want to lose another student to murder. Give the bad guy what he wants. If you give him or her what they want and he or she still tries to hurt you, THEN defend yourself. Only resort to fighting last.”
Mac sat in the lobby area of the dojo with the karate parents listening to Lamich as well as the students were. Mac, just like the parents, were proud of Lamich for looking out for the students this way.
Lamich continued his sound lecture with, “However, like I always teach you; remain in every position to avoid such intense circumstances as much as possible to begin with.”
Every student sat while letting Lamich’s VERY sound advice sink into their cautious and sub-cautious minds.
Because of Lamich’s lecture, the parents were now gonna remember to remind their children of Lamich’s lecture each time their children would get ready to leave their house.
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Meanwhile, at the Thrift Store…
The Thrift Store was being robbed ‘AGAIN’. …but this time by Sally, who was dressed in a costume that made him appear to have pitch-black skin.
All customers were laying on the floor nervously. …so anxious to escape this situation with their lives.
While scared the heck out of her mind, the cashier nervously gathered money out of the register and stuffed it into a bag for Sally.
“Hurry up, MY PATIENCE is wearing OFF!!!” Sally shouted, over FLOWING with impatience.
Just then, Sally’s costume began to malfunction by showing static.
Within a few seconds, Sally's identity was revealed, for his costume had de-activated.
It was also revealed by the de-activation of the costume, that Sally happened to be wearing the same colors as Mac.
Instantly realizing this, Sally threw himself into a total panic uttering, “CRAP!!!”
Sally scampered towards the exit and barged out the door while feeling too concerned about being caught to consider the fact that he left his loot behind.
Failing to pay attention while dashing across the drive-way, a passing car screeched to a stop to avoid hitting Sally as it honked its horn.
“JESUS!!!” Sally shouted in response to this close call, then he sprinted off.
The customers inside of the Thrift Store stood back to their feet while feeling such a great load of relief that everyone was okay, and that Sally had not fired a single shot.
A manager approached the cashier asking, “Are you okay?”
The supervisor then turned to the other customers asking, “Is everyone okay!?!”
“I believe I'm good…” the cashier replied. “…now that we can identify the suspect.”
“Yeah,” the supervisor agreed.
“Now we have a story for the TV show called 'Dumbest Criminals on Earth,'” the supervisor added.
“Please,” the cashier replied, then she humored with, “I don't even think any OTHER planet would have criminals dumber than him.”
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Meanwhile, inside of the office of the Karate School…
While taking a break between teaching classes, Lamich sat while conversating with Mac.
“I can't be sorry enough about the loss of your student,” Mac confirmed to Lamich.
“Thank you, sir,” Lamich replied.
“It's a wonder how the father of that boy could forgive those guys so easily and so quickly… I mean, yes. …as a Christian I know we’re supposed to forgive those who trespass against us like God says in the bible; but I can’t help imagining that if your own son or daughter is murdered like my student Mabric was; it would be somewhat impossible to forgive so quickly like that,” Lamich quoted.
Lamich then added, “…and I don’t even have any biological children of my own.”
“Forgiveness is something that can always be done,” Mac replied as he expressed being familiar with the biblical scriptures on forgiveness.
“Sometimes it’s easy to do, and other times it’s not so easy,” Mac added.
“We also have our suspicions of who the killers may be,” Mac mentioned, though having no intentions of changing the subject.
“You know who the killers are?” Lamich surprisingly asked while having his hopes sky high.
“I said we have our suspicions,” Mac repeated. “…but just no hard evidence.”
“Well sir... If you’re suspecting that it was the American Power Squad, I share your VERY same suspicion,” Lamich said just before Cindy caught his eye as she entered into the dojo and sat in the lobby area.
‘WOW, WHAT A SIGHT TO SEE!!! …that’s what Lamich was thinking, for he had never been so aroused by the sight of such a beautiful woman.
Such arousal caused Lamich to immediately give into the temptation to stare hard at Cindy without realizing what he was doing.
Not realizing that he had lost Lamich’s attention, Mac continued with, “It’s just a matter of collecting hard evidence to know for sure that American Power IS responsible for Mabrics murder.”
Within a matter of seconds, Mac realized how hard Lamich was staring at his daughter and how Lamich failed to control himself.
Suddenly Cindy directed her attention to Lamich.
Lamich panicked and instantly broke stare… being cautious not to let Cindy gain a clue on what he was doing.
It was too late, however. Cindy had already clued into what just happened. Not only could Cindy tell by the way she saw Lamich quickly turn his head, but Cindy had also trained to develop a way to get a feeling when someone was staring at her……. ‘STARING HARD that is…’
“Who’s that woman out there in my lobby area?” Lamich asked Mac, then he added, “Do you know her? I never seen her here before. She’s beautiful.”
As Cindy turned to catch Lamich taking a second HARD stare at her, Lamich repeated the same nervous maneuver he had done a few seconds ago. ‘Quickly turning his head.’
But just like before, Cindy was already onto him.
Cindy transformed the look on her face to a strange/funny expression regarding Lamich’s behavior, then she grinned while shaking her head.
“Yes, that's my daughter,” Mac answered in response to Lamich’s question.
“Your daughter is a very beautiful woman,” Lamich complimented redundantly.
“Thank you,” Mac replied.
“But whatever you do, don't give her complements like that. For some reason, comments on her beauty would usually ruin her day,” Mac warned.
“Thanks for that warning,” Lamich said.
“I sure hope she didn't realize me looking hard at her,” Lamich nervously added, having worries that he might have upset Cindy and ruined all possible chances with her…
Mac stood to his feet saying, “That'll offend her too. I'll be back, I'm gonna run to the bakery. Would you like anything back?”
“A chocolate strawberry banana milk will do. If they're not out of them,” Lamich replied.
‘AUH OHHHHH!’
Mac was gonna pass by the Thrift Store to go to the bakery, and having no idea that wearing the same colors as Sally was going to draw the WRONG KIND of attention to him from the police.
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On the outside of the Thrift Store…
The police had shown up to investigate the robbery that had just taken place. A police Sergeant questioned the cashier and the store supervisor asking, “So the offender's disguise malfunctioned and wore off in the middle of the robbery?”
“Yes sir,” the cashier replied.
“And the moment he realized it, he went berserk and dashed out of the store. I'm sure our surveillance eye cam caught every detail,” the supervisor added.
“Yes,” the police Sergeant said.
“The holographic images, as usual, were immediately forwarded to the station and are for sure being viewed right now,” the police Sergeant added.
The police Sergeant suddenly turned and saw Mac walking past the Thrift Store heading towards the bakery while reaching into his pocket for his wallet.
Realizing he had left his wallet in his car, and wanting to hurry back to the dojo, Mac turned around and hustled towards his car…
‘Whoops!...’
…and accidentally gave the police Sergeant the ‘WRONG’ idea.
‘We have our man!’ the police Sergeant thought by automatic reaction, then immediately fell into pursuit of Mac.
Mac reached his car within a three-foot distance when he pressed the button to unlock his car door.
Just then, Mac heard footsteps then turned to see two police officers pursuing him mistakenly.
“Put your hands behind your back! Now!” the police Sergeant ordered.
“What do you think you’re doing!?! I'm a police Captain!” Mac said.
Mac rubbed his index finger across his watch, causing his information to appear in the form of a hologram.
Not only was the police Sergeant convinced after reading Mac’s information, but he began to recognize Mac and said to the other cop, “Wait, I recognize him... Lower your gun.”
Both cops lowered their guns.
“My apologies, Captain,” said the police Sergeant.
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Meanwhile, in the Karate School facility…
Lamich self-consciously approached Cindy while afraid she may be upset at him for the HARD stare he directed her way.
“Hi ma’am,” Lamich greeted nervously.
Cindy looked at Lamich while having a slight funny look on her face, then flashed a smile just before nodding her head once, all in response to Lamich’s greeting.
“I'm Lamich, in case you haven't heard.” Lamich extended his hand for a handshake.
Cindy shook Lamich's hand saying, “Detective Cindy Brocovich.”
Cindy put a smirk on her face, still not being able to get over the way Lamich behaved when he saw her.
“Wow. I didn't know you were a cop too,” Lamich quoted.
“I guess my father hasn't mentioned my occupation during you guys’ little conversation in your dojo office,” Cindy suggested.
“Listen, Cindy; I'm sorry for staring at you so hard from my office window,” Lamich admitted extremely remorsefully.
“It’s fine,” Cindy replied while gesturing with her hands.
“Usually, I would be offended. But sense I can tell that you’re feeling so remorseful, I’ll brush it off this time,” Cindy said.
“Yeah, I DO regret it for sure, believe me. I especially regret being caught doing it,” Lamich admitted.
Cindy let out a calm weak laugh and said, “After having so many admirers before, and because of my training, I get a feeling when someone's staring hard at me.”
“If you have had so many admirers you should feel good about yourself. I mean, there are billions of women who would kill to take your place,” Lamich lectured.
Cindy replied saying, “Please. I’ve heard that trading places lecture so many times from so many people… Sometimes from the same person more than once… But thank you for the update.”
Lamich shrugged his shoulders in place of a LAST WORD response.
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Meanwhile, in the parking lot…
Policemen, along with Mac, viewed the holographic image of Sally desperately storming out of the Thrift Store after his costume malfunctioned and de-activated.
“That guys with the American Power Squad. And you guys actually mistook me for him?” Mac quoted.
The police sergeant replied with, “It’s the fact that you're both around the same age and have the same color shirt on that jumped out at us before anything else.”
“Come on Sergeant,” Mac said.
“Look more closely at the holographic image... How can you not tell that me and this… Sally guy are two different people?” Mac asked rhetorically.
“Like I said Captain, at that moment, the only thing we paid attention to is the similarity in clothing,” the police Sergeant explained.
“Once again, I DO apologize for the inconvenience,” the Sergeant repeated.
“Mistakes happen,” Mac responded with a forgiving spirit.
“But anyway, that's Sally McMahan of the American Power Squad? He’s one of Mondo Sabu’s men,” Mac explained.
“Mondo Sabu?” the police Sergeant asked.
“I know what automobile Sally McMahan drives, now that I viewed this holographic image,” Mac quoted.
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At the police station, sometime later…
Mac, Puncho, Jack, Bradley, and Cindy viewed a holographic image of a late model Lincoln car that Sally drove.
“So, the eye cams DID catch the automobile owned by that foolish suspect they mistook you for,” Puncho verified to Mac. “Good.”
“Yeah,” Bradley replied for Mac. “The eye cams see the entire parking lot.”
“Still can’t believe they would think I’m him,” Mac quoted, referring to Sally.
“But regardless, being familiar with this particular vehicle is gonna help us a lot. Cause now we know what to keep watch for,” Mac added.
“Okay, we know our continuation task. Cindy, Puncho, stick with the drug bust plan. Jack, Bradley, The Pizza Place. You both know what to look for there that may appear unusual,” Mac said.
“Alright Captain,” Jack replied.
“Yes Captain,” Bradley added.
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Chapter 8.
You Can Run, But You Can’t Escape.
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With the utter most frustration, Mondo hurled darts at a dart target board, acting as if he was making effort to penetrate the dart through the board as well as the wall it was hanging on.
And I mean, Mondo was just FRUSTRATED TO THE MAX!
Sulee suddenly approached.
“Oh, good news Mondo,” Sulee said.
Mondo paused from killing the dart board to direct his attention to Sulee, desperate for the good news Sulee claimed to have. ...he felt he needed SOME good news to enter into his ears after hearing what the news media had just announced.
“We found out who snitched on us at the police station about sailing Diversion,” Sulee said, referring to the female witness who spoke with Mac at the police station a few days prior.
“Well, you know what to do. Hunt down and kill the snitch,” Mondo ordered.
“…Because if the cops catch us, they’re gonna find out that we produce Diversion and that’s gonna lead to the truth about that Pizza boy’s murder case. …AND the multiple murders of those racist groups,” Mondo added.
“May I have the pleasure?” Sulee asked, meaning she wanted to kill the female witness.
“Take someone along to help you,” Mondo suggested.
“…And keep in mind that they upgraded the lie detector tests to override the effects of Diversion. So, at all cost, avoid being caught,” Mondo suggested.
“Tss. I think the media is just trying to scare us. I'm not that stupid,” Sulee replied.
“Then do what I tell you, Sulee,” Mondo strongly suggested, never being so serious and anxious before.
“…Take the witness out; do it under extreme precaution,” Mondo ordered.
Sulee nodded her head in agreement blended with excitement as she said, “Okay.”
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On a Jr. College Campus. Late Saturday morning…
The day of the huge karate tournament Lamich had been training and preparing his students for had finally arrived.
…An event many of his competing students anxiously looked forward to.
This martial arts tournament was being held inside of the Jr. College basketball gym, which was full of excited spectators. …spectators who were anxious to see their children compete and make them proud. They weren’t as anxious as the competitors of course.
There were eight rings in all, with two competitors sparring in each ring.
Mac was a referee in one of the rings, for he had volunteered to referee at this tournament for Lamich.
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On the outside of the basketball gym…
Jack came across Lamich, who happened to be carrying two cans of coke that were attached on connected plastic rings.
“Oh, good Jack, you're here,” Lamich quoted, sounding as if he was speaking and breathing a sigh of relief simultaneously.
“I had a hard time finding you in this crowd too,” Jack replied.
“I believe you wanted me to help you out in some sort of way?” Jack mentioned, sounding as if he had already heard that Lamich needed his help. He HAD heard…
“Yeah,” Lamich replied, then he asked, “Can you be a ring-leader? …lead the competitors to their rings?”
“Sure, no problem,” Jack replied.
“Just point me to the competitors you want me to lead to their ring,” Jack said.
Lamich directed Jack’s attention to a line of female competitors.
As Jack spotted Joni at the front of this line, Joni’s EXTREME outer beauty not only aroused Jack a second time, but it reminded Jack of the first time he saw Joni. Which was a few days prior…
Jack was TOO caught up in the moment once again. …aroused by Joni’s appearance to the point where he was not even listening to Lamich say to him, “I need you to start with those particular female competitors.”
Joni’s presents had Jack in distraction mode, which caused him to accidentally give Lamich no response.
Lamich re-gained Jack’s attention by asking, “Jack, are you listening to me?”
Jack suddenly snapped out of ‘IT’ and quoted, “Uh, what?”
Lamich sighed in slight frustration and asked Jack rhetorically, “Has something over there caught your interest?”
“Uhh, well,” Jack responded while feeling too shamefully embarrassed to give Lamich an honest answer; especially being that this involved admiring Lamich’s niece.
Let alone the fact that Jack was afraid of how Lamich would take it if Lamich knew that he was staring at Joni so hard.
“Again,” Lamich said. “Those female competitors I pointed out to you, lead them to their ring when the judges are ready for them.”
“Okay,” Jack replied just before starting in the direction of the female competitors Lamich had pointed out.
Lamich spotted Cindy walking towards him and greeted her saying, “Hey Cindy.”
“Hey yourself,” Cindy replied, returning the greeting.
“How's it going, my super crazed admirer?” Cindy humored, refusing to let Lamich forget the way he stared hard at her the other day in his dojo.
Cindy, by this time, decided to speak of this incident as a joke. For the lack of a better word, …making fun of Lamich’s previous gesture as a way of laughing it off.
“Cindy, are you gonna keep reminding me of that little incident in my dojo?” Lamich asked with a slight annoyed tone of voice.
Constantly being reminded of this same incident WAS beginning to annoy Lamich. …but not in a hateful way towards Cindy. Really, this wasn’t even a big enough deal to be considered an incident.
“Lamich, no worries,” Cindy said, then she quoted, “I'm not gonna take my anger out on a Karate Master. Someone who may POSSIBLY be a better fighter than me.”
“Okay, well maybe we can spar sometimes and find out for SURE who the better fighter is,” Lamich challenged.
“I'd love that,” Cindy gladly accepted, then she added a slight bit of sarcasm saying, “And you know, I almost wanna say ‘it’s a date.’”
Cindy started to walk away after flashing a simple smile, but Lamich stopped her while saying, “Cindy, wait.”
“Yes Lamich,” Cindy quoted.
Lamich directed Cindy’s attention to the two cokes he held and asked, “Cindy, listen, are you thirsty…”
Cindy cut Lamich off at his last word by grabbing both the sodas from him. …What Lamich had NOT intended for Cindy to do. …not take BOTH of the sodas anyway.
“Thank you; I AM thirsty. VERY. Now there’s definitely no hard feelings,” Cindy said, once again humoring about her and Lamich’s awkward first encounter.
Lamich felt a little embarrassed and humiliated by the way Cindy had just got him back.
Cindy started walking off.
“Wait Cindy, one of those sodas were for me,” Lamich uttered out.
Cindy looked back at Lamich and replied sarcastically, “Yeah, you’re right; one of them WERE for you…” …as in past tense. “You're very thoughtful Lamich.”
Cindy continued off.
Lamich shrugged his shoulders while shaking his head, forcing himself to brush off Cindy’s hilarious little act of sarcasm, as well as agreeing that this was somewhat funny in a way.
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In the Jr. College parking lot…
Sulee and Kim hung out by their car, waiting for the witness they wanted to silence.
Kim and Sulee’s patience came and went as they constantly glanced about looking for this snitching witness; for they had found out what car she drove.
As it seemed to be taking forever, the only word Kim and Sulee could use to describe this moment was… ‘BORING!!!’
“Kim, maybe this isn’t such a good place for this,” Sulee suggested, as a hyper-vigilant feeling started to creep up on her.
“Oh yeah it is,” Kim replied, successfully rejecting all of HER feelings of hyper-vigilance.
“Mondo said do it in an area with no working eye cams and this is the area. And you heard about the lie detector devices being upgraded. We are ending that loud-mouth snitching broad right here today,” Kim firmly quoted with desperation.
“I don't believe the police department upgraded anything,” Sulee assumed confidently; but untruthfully.
“I’m sure the police department probably just convinced the media to say that; just to scare us out of lying; as well as our clients we've done business with,” Sulee proudly added.
“Well, if you ever end up in interrogation, you go right ahead and lie through your teeth,” Kim replied as she confidently refused to buy into Sulee’s assumption.
And this was good thinking on Kim’s behalf…
“We won't get caught, so I'm not going to interrogation,” Sulee replied arrogantly.
“And I still absolutely DON’T believe that crap about the lie detector devices being upgraded,” Sulee quoted redundantly.
“Okay genius,” Kim warned as a sarcastic response to Sulee’s proud-hearted stubborn attitude.
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In the area of the tournament…
Jack was in the process of organizing the female competitors who were lined up to follow him to their ring.
“Are you guys lined up by black belt rank?” Jack asked the female competitors.
The female competitors replied almost simultaneously saying, "Yeah."
Joni, who was at the front of the line, replied with, “Yes Jack, we are.”
Jack acknowledged Joni’s friendly smile.
Jack returned a friendly smile while giving off a clue that he was admiring her ‘STRONGLY.’
Jack forced himself to snap out of it and verified, “Okay, I need to look at your belt to see your name,” Jack said to Joni.
Joni extended her hand to Jack and said, “I'm Joni. I remember you and your partner from the other day. I don’t think I gave you my name though.”
Jack shook Joni’s hand while replying with, “Yes, you did give me your name. But it slipped my mind. Maybe we can have a conversation after your competition. …cause right now, I don't wanna spoil your concentration.”
Jack once again managed to force himself out of ‘LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT’ mode. …a state of mind that Joni’s outer beauty kept knocking him into.
“Oh, believe me, I AM focused on my fight,” Joni replied while almost overconfident, then she said, “And yes, I’d love to talk with you. …after my competition though, like you said.”
Jack smiled. …excited that the girl of his dreams was willing to give him the time of day.
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In the classroom area of the Jr. College campus…
The female witness and her six-year-old son were making their way to the parking lot.
As the female witness and her son walked past the tournament area, the six-year-old boy could not help but acknowledge this event.
“Momma, what are they having here?” the young boy asked with extreme curiosity.
“I don’t know hon’…” the female witness replied. “Some kind of event I guess.”
“Can we go see?” the young boy requested while expressing his utter most interest.
“Baby, we ain't got time,” the female witness replied.
“…nor do I have money to attend the event,” the female witness added. “…cause you probably have to pay to see.”
The female witness and her son headed out towards the parking lot. …not knowing that trouble awaited.
‘AUH OH!!!’
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In the Jr. College Basketball gym…
Joni’s sparring match was taking place. Jack was beyond amazed by Joni’s fighting skills.
Joni kicked her opponent, knocking her towards the outside of the ring. Joni then executed a jump back kick to her opponent’s stomach, knocking her to the floor.
The reff stepped in between them and helped the girl up, then started counting in Japanese.
After reaching a certain number, the reff asked the girl, “Are you okay to continue?”
The girl nodded her head when suddenly a taped-up object was thrown into the ring.
This meant that the round was concluded.
“Time!” the reff called out. “Face the judges.”
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On campus, a short time later…
Joni’s sparring matches were over. She had won first place in fighting.
Joni wore her first-place sparring medal around her neck while walking slowly through the college campus with Jack.
Rubbing her fingers on her first-place medal, Joni had changed into her nylon sweat outfit that represented her Martial arts school.
Jack had already congratulated her.
“So, how's the case with our deceased student going?” Joni asked while being unaware of the fact that cases are to be kept confidential by Detectives.
Jack shook his head in response while saying, “We're not allowed to discuss open cases to civilians. The suspects could be anywhere and we can’t risk them overhearing us speak about it.”
“Okay, subject dropped,” Joni said almost by automatic reaction and without a second thought.
“Oh God I hope nobody heard me but you,” Joni said with concern blended with a tad bit of panic in her voice tone.
Jack took a quick glance around campus and saw that it was only the two of them present.
“Not to worry,” Jack replied, referring to the fact that nobody was around. “But this is still out in the open.”
“Like I said, subject dropped,” Joni repeated for assurance.
“Oh, I forgot to tell you. I'll let you choose where you want me to take you to dinner next Friday. I mean that is, whenever we’re both available,” Jack quoted.
Joni had already agreed to have dinner with Jack after he asked her out a moment ago.
Joni didn’t even care that it was a very forward gesture.
Joni was unsure of where she wanted Jack to treat her however, being that this was a week in advanced.
Deciding a week in advanced where she wanted Jack to treat her was harder than she thought. …which in turn, Joni post-phoned her answer and said, “Why don’t you connect with me next Friday afternoon before our first karate class. I'll have my mind made up then as far as where you can take me out to dinner.”
“Sooooo are you enrolled in college here?” Jack asked.
“Monday through Thursday, yes,” Joni replied.
“I gotta take off the weekends to help my uncle Lamich teach the morning classes,” Joni added, then she said, “But the rest of the days I teach during the week.”
Jack became impressed of the fact that Joni had the ability to work such a busy schedule without seeming to exhaust her-self in the process.
Jack knew that this would exhaust HIM if he was in Joni’s shoes. …and Jack would work crazy hours every now and then as a police detective. …but STILL, somehow, Joni’s schedule was MIND BLOWING to Jack.
Noticing the surprised look on Jack’s face, Joni asked, “What's so surprising to you about me being such a busy working student? College has never cost zero dollars,” Joni informed.
“Well, of course unless you're military or have some sort of scholarship,” Jack replied while being thrown off from what he was REALLY about to say.
“Well still, it’s not free and it’s being paid for,” Joni quoted.
“The reason I’m surprised is because of your work schedule and your school schedule put together,” Jack replied.
“I’m sure you’re taking what, eighteen units and working full time with your uncle too? When do you eat and sleep?” Jack quoted.
With sarcasm, Joni replied with, “IIIII eat when I'm hungry and I sleep when I’m tired; just like everybody else.”
Jack gave Joni an obvious look and said with his own idea of sarcasm, “Oh, good comeback.”
“Thank you,” Joni replied, returning sarcasm without using a sarcastic voice tone.
“And I actually have twenty-four units,” Joni added.
“Okay. Now I’m REALLY blown away,” Jack quoted with an even STRONGER surprised look on his face.
“I know. You probably think this would be ‘stress overload city’ to the average person. But being a full-time student and having a full-time work schedule simultaneously isn't hard if you've been getting straight A's your whole life,” Joni explained.
“Straight A's?” Jack quoted with an impressed tone of voice.
Joni nodded her head and added, “Ever since first grade.”
“Then what are you doing here at a junior college? You should be at a four-year university,” Jack suggested.
“That's why I have a job also, for when I’m ready to transfer to Stanford. But yeah, thank God I'm an honors student; as far as my full-time schedule goes,” Joni quoted.
“And if you think my uncle Lamich is good at karate, you should meet his twin sister. My mother… Grand Master Bragandy Robine. And her childhood friend who they nick-named Straight A,” Joni added.
“They sound like interesting people,” Jack said.
“You especially gotta meet Straight A,” Joni suggested with an impressed bragging tone while gesturing with her hands.
“I mean, her IQ is so high, the authorities wanted to arrest it for use of illegal narcotics,” Joni humored.
Jack looked at Joni funny rather than laughing, even though Jack DID get the joke.
“Uhhh, don’t tell me you’re a detective and you don’t get my joke,” Joni quoted.
“I meant that Straight A’s IQ is high. ‘So High.’ You know, ‘high?’” Joni tried to explain.
“Yes, Joni I understand what your saying,” Jack replied.
“Believe me Joni, I've heard all the narcotics jokes through-out my crime fighting career,” Jack replied.
“Okay; well anyway, Straight A’s disadvantage is that she has no common sense or anything. She was…” Joni gestured with her hands while trying to think of a good way to explain the reason for Straight A’s condition.
“…shot in the head back in 2037 by a notorious white supremist gang called the Extreme Soldiers. Well, the leader named Blood didn’t call them the Extreme Soldiers until later,” Joni said while concluding her statement.
“Wait,” Jack said as he stopped walking, causing Joni to stop while having confusion on her face.
“What?” Joni asked. “Jack what’s wrong?”
“You said your mom's name is Bragandy Robine?” Jack quoted while realizing that Bragandy Robine is someone he had heard of before.
“You don't happen to be speaking of the notorious female 10th degree black belt female Grand Master, are you?” Jack asked with the most curious sounding voice tone.
“Yes. Grand Master Bragandy Robine. That’s my mom,” Joni said.
“You know. I thought you reminded me of her a little bit,” Jack quoted.
“I'm sure she hears that as many times as I do about our genetic resemblance,” Joni replied.
“And also, your younger brother. He's...” Jack quoted.
Joni accidentally cut Jack off as she answered saying, “We have different fathers. Yes. My younger brother's father is black. Although I'm proud of my little brother's skin pigment mixture and I love him with all my heart, thank God we don't have the same father.”
“Why would you make that self-contradicting statement?” Jack asked while having a confused look on his face. “What’s wrong with his father?”
“Well, sadly to say. . . Well, I, he. . .” Joni hesitated, not knowing how to put what she was about to explain into words.
“Don't be embarrassed. You know my occupation, you can tell me anything,” Jack quoted.
“Okay, well get ready for this... Years ago, while vacationing in Parris France, my mom met Mondo Sabu, the American Power leader. And they both well. …kind of. . . you know, got intimately involved rather too fast,” Joni revealed.
“Seriously?” Jack quoted while surprised. “You happen to know Mondo Shabu personally?”
Joni sighed with shameful embarrassment and replied with, “Yes I do. However, Lamich and I, we have no contact with him… Because he knows that if we did, me and my uncle would help you and your partner locate him… I mean, in case American Power WAS responsible for Mabric’s murder as well as the murder of those racist gang members.”
It was silent for a few seconds.
“…which is why Mondo Sabu broke contact with US,” Joni added. “Even with mom.”
“Wait, why am I just now hearing that you're related to Mondo Sabu?” Jack asked.
“Because Jack; you know Mondo’s reputation… He has gone completely mad over wishing he could eliminate every racist person on the planet,” Joni explained.
“Lamich doesn't even like claiming kin to Mondo through his nephew, and neither do I. Mondo is too FAR beyond insane and wrapped up in his horrible wishful thinking,” Joni proudly revised out loud.
“If I said it was possible for me to agree more, I’d be lying to you. I can hear Mondo’s demeaner through all of his speeches,” Jack said.
Suddenly, the six-year-old son of the female witness RUSHED up to Jack and Joni crying and screaming, “HELP! HELP! THEY FIGHT'IN MY MAMA! THEY KILLING MY MAMA!”
Jack immediately attempted to calm the kid down saying, “Who? What's going on, kid?”
“THEY OUT IN THE PARKING LOT,” the kid said as he pointed in the direction he came from while crying and screaming.
Jack urgently said to Joni, “Take this kid to Cindy and Mac while I page campus security and take care of this matter.”
“Okay,” Joni replied.
Joni took the little boy’s hand saying, “Alright kiddo, come with me, quick.”
Joni and the little boy scampered along as fast as they could to get help.
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In the Jr. College parking lot…
The female witness was on the ground hurt badly; almost wishing she hadn’t gone up to Mac and said a word.
The female witness wasn’t even sure she was gonna get out of this alive; which was why she was on the ground worried mostly about her six-year-old son, and not so much concentrating on the physical pain she was experiencing.
Kim and Sulee were double-teaming on the female witness, trying to beat the life out of her.
“You should've been smart like all other witnesses and kept your mouth shut!” Sulee shouted.
“But nooo, you had to be the bravest of the brave! YOU HAD TO BE THE HEROEN OF LA COUNTY AND REPORT US FOR SELLING DRUGS!!!” Sulee uttered sarcastically.
Jack suddenly showed up from around the corner just in time to catch Kim and Sulee standing where the woman laid on the ground hurt.
As it was obvious to Jack what was going on, Jack immediately drew his gun while uttering, “Freeze! Back away from the victim slowly!”
“Are you a cop sir?” Sulee asked while attempting to cover everything up.
Sulee thought she was slick to pull off this facade, but Jack knew better.
Jack pressed a button on his watch, causing a holographic image of his badge to appear.
Jack then answered saying, “Is that enough assurance for you!?! Now back away slowly like I said! Both of you!”
Sulee insisted on thinking she could successfully fool Jack by saying, “Sir, thank God you're here! We found her like this! She must have drank too much and ran into the brick wall on purpose a numerous of times!”
Kim looked at Sulee in SUCH AN ODD WAY; for Kim knew Sulee’s cover up statement was SO lame and there was NO way Jack was going to buy it.
“GIRL, you're the most HORRIBLE unconvincing liar on the planet!” Jack replied.
Jack then uttered while not having a slight bit of patience left, “You did NOT find her like that! Her kid ran up to me and told me everything. And I over-heard you SHOUTING to the victim from around the corner about reporting you for selling drugs! Now back away! I’m not gonna tell you again!”
“Kim, he's onto us,” Sulee said, finally giving up her dumb cover up idea.
“Auh yeah, Sulee!” Kim quoted out of 100% frustration blended with just as much sarcasm.
Kim and Sulee revealed to Jack that they were both wearing force field generating watches.
“Go ahead, cop! Waste your fire power! We're protected from your fire-arms all day,” Kim uttered.
Jack lowered his gun while feeling very frustrated. “Ohh God! Not criminals with force fields!”
“Come on Kim. There’s two of us and only one of him!” Sulee said, causing Kim to automatically know that she was suggesting that they both jump Jack.
Both Sulee and Kim started towards Jack with their guards up.
“Seriously pretty girl? You wanna make ANOTHER dumb mistake!?!” Jack asked.
Kim swung at Jack.
Jack ducked and hit Kim rapidly.
Kim took the blows as if she felt NO pain what-so-ever.
Jack attempted to kick Kim.
Kim blocked the kick with her shin.
“Don't hurt your-self, officer,” Kim quoted sarcastically.
“Crap where's my back up!?!” Jack asked rhetorically out of frustration, then took off running.
Kim and Sulee chased after Jack.
Suddenly, other cars that contained other American Power members raced into the parking lot driving at least seventy miles per hour.
As the cars screeched to a stop, the American Power members quickly and urgently emerged out of the cars and joined the pursuit of Jack.
One of the pursuing suspects aimed his gun at Jack.
ZAP ZAP ZAP!!!
…was the sound of the suspect opening fire at Jack.
SWUNF SWOOF!!!
…Jack’s force field sounded as it protected him from the gun fire.
As Jack continued running, another suspicious car purposely pulled in front of him and stopped.
Jack rubbed his index finger across his watch, which caused his shoes to light up and enable him to jump high above the car just like track stars jump over hurdles.
Kim stopped running and gestured in frustration while uttering, “CRAP!”
Kim and Sulee ran around the car and continued pursuit of Jack.
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On the college campus…
Cindy, Mac, Puncho, and Bradley rushed urgently towards the area where the young boy ran up to Jack and Joni crying.
“Okay, where's this boy's mom!?!” Cindy asked while being more urgent to find her than the rest of the party.
“According to Joni we're going the right direction, she’s out somewhere in the parking lot!” Mac said.
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In parking lot of campus…
Meanwhile, Kim, Sulee, and a few other suspects continued pursuit of Jack.
Jack headed for a six-foot-tall brick wall while being chased by Kim and Sulee.
Sulee was gaining on Jack.
Suddenly, Jack moved out of the way of Sulee’s flying side kick.
Sulee executed punches and kicks, which Jack successfully blocked.
Jack then kicked Sulee down with a front snap kick.
Jack’s shoes lit up once more, enabling him to jump high into the air and land on-top of the six-foot-tall brick wall.
Jack then walked quickly on top of the brick wall while his shoes perfected his balance.
Sulee sighed and gestured in ‘EXTREME UNBELIEVABLE’ frustration.
Kim and the other suspects stopped where Sulee was.
“Sulee are you hurt?” one of the suspects asked.
“No! I'm actually doing much worse than hurt!” Sulee snapped with unbelievable frustration.
“I’m actually frustrated at the fact that this guy never stops jumping over crap while wearing his special shoes designed for policemen!” Sulee uttered while now expressing the most irritable case of emotions.
Kim grabbed Sulee by the arm, urgently helping her up while quoting, “Will you get up!?!”
“We can cut him off at an area near-by!” one of the American Power Squad members suggested.
“Come on then everyone let’s move!” Kim quoted urgently and impatiently.
Suddenly, they all looked to see campus security approaching them while on anti-gravity hover boards.
“How about NOBODY move!” uttered one of the campus security-guards.
Sulee knocked one of the security guards off his anti-gravity hover board with a jump spinning back kick to his stomach.
The security guard hit the ground motionless, having lost cautiousness from the shock he received to his brain from Sulee’s kick to his stomach.
…Not to mention that the security guard also lost his wind. The security guard laid face up unconsciously, making funny noises and shaking while struggling to breathe. But being unconscious, he was unaware of his reaction to Sulee’s powerful kick that impacted with his stomach. His internal organs were bruised beyond belief.
Vomit mixed with blood suddenly spurred out of the security guard’s mouth straight up as water does from a public fountain.
The other suspects attack the few remaining campus security guards, knocking them out.
From a distance, Bradley and Cindy saw Kim grab a Security guard off his anti-gravity hover board and slam him to the ground.
“Hey!!” Bradley uttered, getting their attention.
As soon as Cindy and Bradley reached Kim and Sulee, Bradley quoted sarcastically referring to their attack on the campus security guards, “You guys all wormed up yet?”
Kim, Sulee, and the other suspects charged at Bradley and Cindy.
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In another area of the campus…
Jack stopped to catch his breath, then looked to see Sylvia approaching him.
“You’re attempting to bust the wrong crew, cop,” Sylvia quoted sarcastically.
“You know a cop when you see one, yeah?” Jack replied.
“Not so much I know a cop when I see one,” Sylvia corrected while continuing her approach.
“Let’s just say I saw everything that went on in the parking lot when I showed up here with other crew members. You wanna take down American Power, you cops better find something else to do, cause we’re not going anywhere,” Silvia proudly expressed.
These happened to be the EXACT words that a Volks Front member quoted in front of a TV camera regarding the Volks Front organization in a reality TV show called Gangland decades prior.
Jack drew his gun and aimed it at Silvia, and finished her sentence for her as he quoted, “…Except into our custody. Hands behind your head!”
Sylvia revealed a force field watch worn on her wrist. Jack lowered his gun in frustration.
Silvia continued towards Jack.
“I guess you're gonna have to try to subdue me into submission,” Sylvia said.
Suddenly, police units quickly approached, getting Sylvia’s attention.
“Crap!” Sylvia uttered in frustration, then she took off running as soon as the cops emerged out of their units. Jack, along with these cops, began pursuit.
Jack and the cops chased Sylvia into a near-by hallway.
“Stop woman!” Jack uttered to Sylvia out of the most extreme frustration; frustrated at the fact that Sylvia seemed to never tire down from running.
Jack and the other cops WERE tiring down on the other hand. Neither of them could believe the stamina Silvia possessed.
A car stopped in front of Silvia with its passenger door opening.
Silvia slipped into the car as soon as the door opened.
The car began taking off before Jack could clearly see that Mondo was the driver.
Jack gestured in anger and frustration.
The car was already a few seconds from exiting the College parking lot before Jack could take another step in pursuit.
Members of American Power began retreating in the automobiles they had arrived in.
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In Cindy and Bradley’s area…
The entire group of American Power squad members were knocked out, except for Kim and Sulee, who were still COMBAT DUELING with Bradley and Cindy.
Sulee attempted to kick Cindy in the thigh.
Cindy countered by stumping on Sulee's shin, and next, elevating herself into the air and kicking Sulee in the head, which knocked her a few feet to the side.
Sulee urgently jumped onto one of the campus security guard's anti-gravity hover boards and zoomed off.
Cindy jumped onto another available anti-gravity hover board and pursued after Sulee.
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Kim attempted to hit Bradley.
Bradley ducked underneath Kim’s swinging arm and was able to grab Kim from behind.
Kim, with much effort, pilled Bradley's arms from her waist, twisted them, then swung Bradley around while throwing him.
Bradley landed on his hands and feet as Kim angrily started towards Bradley uttering, “Don't EVER grab me like I'm your woman!”
“YOUR woman!?! Please, you ain’t my type anyway! You’re a mile taller than everybody!” Bradley replied, referring to Kim being 6’5” tall.
Bradley got up and threw a punch at Kim. Kim stopped the punch with her fore-arm.
Bradley threw a second punch.
Kim caught Bradley's punch, picked him up, and threw him again.
Bradley landed near a tree.
Kim started towards Bradley.
Bradley drew his gun and fired a laser at Kim's ankles.
The lasers transformed into smart ropes that wrapped around Kim’s ankles.
Kim fell forward as she attempted to hop towards Bradley.
Bradley punched Kim in the face, knocking her out cold.
“You’re now in every position to remain silent!” Bradley uttered with sarcasm blended with anger.
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Cindy and Sulee, while zooming around the campus at 30mph on the anti-gravity hover boards side by side, continuously blocked each other's punches back and forth.
As the two headed for a picnic table where a group of students studied together while viewing a three-dimensional holographic image, the students looked to see Sulee and Cindy flying their way while fighting each other.
The students panicked while literally diving out of their seats to dodge Sulee and Cindy zooming towards them.
Not a moment too soon, Cindy and Sulee found themselves in the tournament area.
This, of course, got people’s attention.
CLASH CLASH CLASH!
...was the sounds of the anti-gravity hover boards ramming into each other repeatedly with Cindy and Sulee riding on them as they continued trading punches with one another, and at the same time, flying around in a ‘HUGE’ circle.
People panicked while ducking to dodge the flying hover boards as they could not believe what they were watching.
The weapon inventory guy watched this in amazement while saying in his head, ‘There’s something you don’t see every day.’
Many people, including Lamich, exited the gymnasium to see this awkward amazing commotion.
“Oh my God, CINDY!” Lamich uttered out of panic, concerned for Cindy’s safety.
People began recording this incident with their multi-media finger rings.
As soon as other policemen and campus security showed up, Sulee attempted a roundhouse kick to Cindy’s ribs. Cindy caught Sulee's kick and punched Sulee rapidly. Suddenly…
MAJOR CLASH!!!
…was the deafening sound of the two anti-gravity hover boards hitting each other.
The devastating impact caused both hover boards to malfunction and spin around at a psychopathic rate just before slipping from under Cindy and Sulee's feet.
One hover board hit a tree and fell to the ground malfunctioned.
Cindy and Sulee ‘HIT’ the ground.
The other hover board zoomed towards some bystanders. The bystanders panicked and jumped out of the way of the hover board, allowing it to crash into the brick wall.
As soon as the hover board hit the ground, it gave off a deafening loud spark sound and caught a fire, causing people to panic and flee.
The sprinkler systems came on, extinguishing the fire.
Many people got wet before they could move to a great enough distance from the sprinkler system.
Lamich rushed over to Sulee and Cindy.
Sulee was un-cautious while Cindy was only hurt as she sat up.
“Cindy! Cindy, are you hurt!?!” Lamich asked urgently.
The police rushed over to Lamich, Cindy, and Sulee.
“Sir, please step away from the injured party,” one of the policemen ordered Lamich.
“I'm not injured I'm fine,” Cindy quoted to the other cops.
Cindy then pointed to Sulee’s un-conscious body and quoted, “But she’s under arrest.”
Lamich helped Cindy up.
“Thank you, Lamich,” Cindy said. “I'll recover.”
“Do I even wanna KNOW why I just saw what happened out here?” Lamich asked rhetorically.
Although Cindy knew Lamich’s question was rhetorical, she still replied with, “Just our apprehension of suspects going hog-whiled.”
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CHAPTER 9.
The Crazy, Funny, and Hilarious Interrogations.
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At the police station…
A teenage boy from the American Power Squad struggled to break loose from two cops who each had him by an arm.
It was REALLY stupid of this boy to struggle with these cops, being that even if he were to get loose from them, he would still have nowhere to run.
Finally, a third cop scampered up to the teenage boy and put him to sleep with an electronic shock stick.
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Inside the police station interrogation room…
The FUNNIEST and most BIZARRE form of interrogation was about to occur. …or should I say, was already taking place.
YOU’RE GONNA LAUGH YOUR SOCKS OFF!!!
Sulee was clung upside down to a purple pad that was pinned to the wall while being interrogated by Cindy and Puncho.
“Okay tough girl,” Puncho quoted, then he said, “I'm sure you heard the news media speak about our lie detector devices being upgraded to the point where every time you lie to us, those drugs in your system won’t cover for you. So, if you just tell us the truth every time we ask you a question, the purple circle you’re clung to won’t flash pink, and you won’t look like a bigger fool than you already are!”
“Alright Sulee, start talking to us,” Cindy demanded. “Why did all this chaos go down at the Jr. College starting with that woman being jumped by you and that other female suspect.”
Sulee remained silent. How stupid!
“Do we look like telepathic people to you Sulee?” Cindy quoted out of frustration. “Start talking! You already know what we wanna know!”
“Why can't I just be interrogated without being magnetically clung to the wall?” Sulee asked with every intention to skirt around being forced to give any true information about the American Power Squad.
But on the other hand, Sulee also knew that this would do her no good.
“Because we like this idea better, that’s why!” Puncho replied, referring to Sulee being pinned to the wall.
“And let me break one thing to you, young lady! We're asking the questions, not you!” Puncho added.
Sulee sighed in frustration and quoted, “Okay well… no comment.”
GOSH, HOW STUPID CAN SHE BE???
Cindy shook her head with an angry smirk on her face and asked rhetorically, “Sulee, do you EVER think at all?”
Cindy then continued with, “You're the one who's gonna remain in an un-comfortable position the longer you waste our time.”
“Okay look, the woman we beat up at the school was trying to kill us. Me and Kim defended ourselves!” Sulee falsely quoted.
OH MY GOSH WHAT A STUPID RESPONSE!!!
Not only was this an obvious REDICULOUS lie, but the purple pad Sulee was magnetically clung to flashed pink for a second, backing up the fact that this was false information.
“WHY are you LYING to us, girl?” Puncho quoted.
Out of frustration and without thinking, Sulee blurted, “I'M NOT!”
The circle flashed pink for a second again as a result to Sulee’s response.
“Oh, you're not?” Cindy quoted sarcastically.
“Then why is the pad you’re magnetically clung to flashing pink every time you talk?” Cindy asked rhetorically.
“I don't KNOW why!” Sulee blurted out, once again without thinking. This caused the circle to flash pink once more.
“Obviously, your pad is malfunctioning!” Sulee quoted, causing the pad to flash pink once more.
No! Obviously, Sulee wasn’t thinking!!!
And what a funny situation that was going on. …unfortunately, Cindy and Puncho were feeling TOO much frustration and anger towards Sulee to laugh.
“No, Sulee. I can assure you the pad is working just fine!” Puncho confirmed.
“It's flashing pink because you’re not making a single true statement… let alone you’re not making an OUNCE of sense every time you speak to us!” Puncho added.
Cindy walked up to the wall and placed her hand on the purple pad saying, “And of course you know Sulee, you're adding more to the trouble you're in every time you tell us a lie. So, if I were you, I’d start choosing my words wisely.”
The pad did not flash pink being that Cindy just spoke with accuracy.
This was SO funny…
“Oh weird,” Cindy said sarcastically, then she quoted, “The pad didn't flash this time. Either I told the truth, or I have the magic touch.”
“Well evidently you have the magic touch!” Sulee blurted out.
This caused the circle to flash pink.
As funny as this moment was, Cindy and Puncho still managed to become MUCH more frustrated and for the lack of a better word, ‘TICKED OFF.’
Cindy finally decided to point out, “You know what?, that's okay. My partner here already made it clear who's the one in the un-comfortable position. And the longer you keep making up these STUPID lies the longer you gonna remain that way.”
Sulee remained silent.
You would think Sulee wouldn’t be dumb enough to try the silent treatment again. But unfortunately, Sulee was in too much trouble already to be able to think straight. And there wasn’t a darn thing from this point she could do about it.
“We can't hear thoughts, Sulee, I TOLD you!” Puncho said, then he demanded, “Open your UPSIDE-DOWN mouth and speak!”
Not being able to stand being clung to the wall upside down anymore, Sulee finally decided to break and spill the beans saying, “Okay okay okay. The woman Kim and I jumped, she witnessed us selling drugs.”
“What kind of drugs?” Puncho asked.
“Diversion,” Sulee replied. “Diversion is a new kind of drug.”
“Diversion diversion diversion. Same stuff the news media spoke about. The narcotic that resembles blue glowing diamonds,” Cindy quoted.
Sulee nodded her head saying, “Yes. We been producing Diversion.”
“Okay, now we’re FINALLY getting somewhere,” Cindy said.
“And you said ‘WE’ produce it. Who’s ‘WE’? The American Power Squad?” Puncho asked.
Sulee remained silent, being that she did not want Puncho and Cindy knowing that she was a member of the American Power Squad.
But it was too late.
Sulee’s only option and way out of this, of course she already knew, was to just tell the truth.
“What did I tell you earlier about mind reading?” Puncho asked rhetorically and with the most impatient feeling while referring to Sulee giving the silent treatment.
“Yes, I'm with the American Power squad, okay!?!” Sulee answered while feeling too much frustration.
“Can I get down now!?!” Sulee asked, being in SUCH a rush for her interrogation to end, being that the longer it lasted, the more uncomfortable she felt. …just like Puncho warned.
“No, you can NOT,” Puncho replied. “…subject’s changing.”
Sulee sighed in much frustration.
“We want you to talk about the pizza delivery boy from Germany who was brutally beaten in that residential area the other day. The incident that all the neighbors admit they didn’t see,” Cindy brought up.
“And the murder of those racist groups the news media has been talking about,” Puncho added.
“We had nothing to do with ANY of that!” Sulee blurted out once again without thinking, causing the light on the circle to flash to the color of pink.
“Girl, I can’t believe you STILL think you can lie your way out of this!” Puncho quoted. “Read my lips Sulee! YOU CANNOT!”
Sulee sighed in frustration once again.
“Why did you jump that pizza boy to death!?!” Cindy pressured.
Without thinking, Sulee attempted to tell another STUPID REDICULOUS OBVIOUS lie by saying, “Because he had auh…”
Puncho became frustrated while cutting Sulee off saying, “HOLD ON! Girl, I wish the HECK you WOULD make up another stupid bull crud lie!!”
“Listen Sulee, you are CAUGHT!” Cindy added. “...understood!?! YOU ARE CAUGHT. And lying will NOT save you this time in any FREAKING way!”
“Okay okay! First-of-all, the Pizza Place don't deliver to that part of town!” Sulee answered.
“We know that already! Stop wasting our time and get to the point please!” Cindy bullied.
“Okay! So anyway, when he drove into our territory, at first, we wanted to just rob him,” Sulee said.
“Doesn’t sound like the story ends there,” Puncho quoted.
“We discovered a tattoo on the pizza boy’s arm of the German Flag, so we automatically assumed he was a White Supremacists Nazi,” Sulee admitted.
“You assumed he was a Nazi and jumped him all because of a tattoo?” Cindy asked with confusion.
“Yes,” Sulee replied.
“That tattoo gave us an automatic negative assumption. Listen, while we were jumping him, YES, I got a few licks in myself of course, but Mondo is the one who killed him,” Sulee snitched. …but only because she was being FORCED to snitch.
“Well young lady, listen. Here’s a true fact to replace your automatic assumption; not every white German is a Nazi!” Puncho confirmed.
“Is there anything else you need to tell us that we don't know?” Cindy asked.
“YES,” Sulee said.
“Let’s hear it,” Cindy demanded.
“And remember; if you lie, we’ll know,” Cindy added.
“Since I know you’re gonna ask me about this anyway, let me tell you. We developed the Diversion drug to bypass all lie detector tests,” Sulee spilled her guts. …but not without feeling pressured to do so.
“And with everyone scared to testify against us also, we were confident that Diversion was our ticket to successfully wiping out racism in this area and not end up in interrogation,” Sulee admitted.
“So that explains every detail about the murders of those racist gangs that’s been on the news media lately,” Cindy said.
Sulee nodded her head and said, “YES.”
Cindy and Puncho looked at each other smiling.
Cindy shrugged her shoulders.
“COMPLETELY understood why you guys would call this drug ‘Diversion’,” Puncho quoted to Sulee.
“Oh God I’m dead meat now!” Sulee mentioned, being that she was afraid Mondo was bound to find out that she snitched and spilled her guts about all the details Mondo wanted to keep secret.
“No Sulee, you’re not dead meat,” Cindy contradicted. “Neither of you guys are. We have a special plan for you and the other teens who are sitting here at the station.”
Sulee put a confused look on her face as a response.
“Don’t worry,” Puncho said. “Soon enough, you’ll see the special program for you and the other American Power teens we have planned.”
“Program?” Sulee quoted in SO MUCH confusion while having the most PUZZLED look on her face.
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Meanwhile, in another interrogation room…
Mac and Bradley were interrogating Kim, who had ALSO just told them a lie.
Unlike Sulee though, Kim was strapped into a chair while in a cell.
The strap connected to both the chair’s armrests was designed to not un-strap itself unless Kim was to give an honest answer to a pacific question Bradley and Mac had just asked her.
“Don't LIE to us AGAIN!” Bradley uttered out of extreme frustration.
“What difference will it make if I tell the truth about Mondo's location anyway!?! Huh!?!” Kim asked.
“I guarantee you that if you go to our hide out looking for Mondo Sabu nobody will be there. Mondo knows you have me here and he's only gonna find a different place to hide out!” Kim explained.
Kim continued trying to break free, thinking that the enormous strength she has for a female was no match for the strap.
But of course, the opposite was true. Which was why Kim failed miserably to get free each time.
Mac replied with, “Ma’am, I don't care what Mondo’s response is to us holding you here. You give us a location anyway! We can last longer than you can here in this interrogation room. WE’RE not the ones strapped down!”
Kim tried once more to break free… still no success.
GOSH! HOW STUPID CAN THEY BE!?!
“Look KIM... You ain't strong enough to break out of the arm straps!” Bradley confirmed.
“Your only way out of that chair is for you to give us an accurate location of Mondo Sabu’s hideout!” Bradley mentioned.
Kim continued attempting to break free out of the straps; being completely stubborn of Bradley’s statement.
“Woman, you are REAL stupid!” Bradley uttered.
“Kim… Do you actually still think you can break free!?! And I do mean that LITERALLY!” Mac humored, but with a VERY serious tone.
“Okay, this type of interrogation was outlawed in the previous century. You can't torture me this way!” Kim quoted.
“You can’t torture me in interrogation!” Kim rephrased out of desperation to keep information from them about Mondo’s location.
“Hey lady, yes you ARE being tortured,” Mac admitted.
“But you're doing the torturing yourself TO yourself! You wanna become unstrapped, why don’t you give ‘honesty’ a try while answering our question!” Mac added.
“Give us an accurate location and address…,” Bradley pressured.
“Or you can stay here and go hungry and hold it when you gotta use the restroom!” Bradley confirmed.
Kim finally broke under pressure saying, “Okay, the address is SID0394 ASLAB Street. But I'm telling you, Mondo's probably already gone.”
The chair became unstrapped.
Kim stood to her feet feeling relieved.
“Now how hard was that?” Mac asked rhetorically and with a strong case of sarcasm.
JEESE! WHAT A WASTE OF A BUNCH OF TIME DURING KIM’S INTERROGATION! IT’S SUPRISING HOW STUPID PEOPLE CAN BE! KIM COULD HAVE RELIEVED HERSELF OF THIS PRESSURE A LONG TIME AGO!
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Later that day…
Bradley and Puncho were driving down the street in a junky neighborhood, coming upon Mondo’s hideout.
As soon as they saw the address, they stopped the car.
“Okay,” Puncho said.
“This is the exact location that Kim woman was babbling about I was told,” Puncho confirmed.
“Her chair came unstrapped when she gave us the location; and the lie detector tests are now advanced enough to bypass that new ‘Diversion’ drug, so yeah, I’d say this place is it,” Bradley quoted.
“If the woman you interrogated was actually ridiculous enough to think she could use her muscle power to un-strap herself out of that chair in the cell, you should’ve seen what me and Cindy had to put up with while interrogating OUR suspect,” Puncho mentioned.
“The girl was telling stupid lies I know,” Bradley quoted. “Cindy told me already. And it sounded hilarious.”
Bradley and Puncho activated their forcefields, grabbed their guns, then got out of their car and headed into the facility Kim spoke to Mac and Bradley about.
Much pre-caution Puncho and Bradley took as they entered the facility, holding their guns in position while prepared to open fire if needed be.
Puncho gave Bradley the signal for them to split up as they continued searching the abandoned place. After a minute of searching, they saw clearly that Mondo and the American Power Squad had split.
Momentarily, Puncho and Bradley met back up.
“Kim’s right, those fools jetted out of this joint,” Bradley said.
“Yeah, looks that way to me too,” Puncho said.
“Looks like this Mondo Sabu guy takes NO chances at all,” Puncho added.
“Well, we know all important details we need to know,” Bradley quoted.
“All we got left to do now, is to track Mondo Sabu down… and we know that CAN be done,” Bradley said.
“It CAN and it WILL be done,” Puncho encouraged. “Let’s get our OWN heads outta here.”
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CHAPTER 10.
Scared Straight.
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Sulee, including five other teenagers from American Power, were being escorted down a hall of jail cells by six Scared Straight program inmates.
BOY WERE SULEE AND THESE TEENAGER’S SCARED.
…having never seen the inside of a prison and what goes on here.
Seeing the inside of a prison for the first time was striking them all ROCK HARD.
Already these teens were wanting to turn their lives around.
These teenagers were thanking God that the worst punishment for their crime is them having to go through this Scared Straight program.
“Is this what you stupid fools wanna make your home!?!” the first inmate asked the teenagers in reference to being in prison, with an intimidating tone.
“I said IS THIS WHAT YOU WANNA MAKE YOUR HOME!?!” the first inmate repeated in a firmer more intimidating voice.
“As you stupid fools can see, it ain’t a pretty sight in here, is it! IS IT! If you fools don’t like pretty, and you keep doing the crap you doing on the freaking streets, ya’ll won’t be seeing pretty for a long FREAKING time!” the first inmate uttered; this time using the most intimidating voice ever.
One of the boys stopped to observe his harsh hostile looking surroundings.
The second inmate startled the teenage boy by getting in his ear uttering, “Who told you to stop walking, BOY!?!”
The second inmate continued with, “You want me to bang your face into those bars boy!?! Stop one more time without being told to!”
The inmates continued down the hall with the young American Power members, passing by many more cells with inmates mocking at them and acting in ways to intimidate them.
One cell contained an Asian man covered with tattoos, who strongly admired Sulee as she walked among the young group.
This Asian man uttered to the inmates, “I want that Asian girl ya’ll! I haven't had a woman in twenty-five years!”
Sulee’s face showed fear for the first time.
More like, this was the first time in a while Sulee REALLY felt afraid despite the devastating fighting skills she possessed.
The Asian guy smacked a kiss at Sulee, causing Sulee to basically become paralyzed with fear.
Sulee’s fear slowed down her walking, as she focused so much of her attention on how dangerous and vicious looking this locked up Asian inmate was.
Sulee surprisingly lacked any confidence imagining herself standing a chance against this guy if having to protect herself from him.
“You’re the first girl I saw in twenty-five years!” the Asian man uttered.
“I don't care about our age differences young sexy girl! I love young teenage girls! Especially ones who are Asian like me! I want a teenage Asian queen!” the Asian man uttered out of excitement at the sight of Sulee.
The third inmate startled Sulee, causing her to scream as he got in her ear uttering, “You SEE! They'll love you in here! And I guarantee you that it AIN’T the kind of love you desire! Do you love him!?! That guy who wants you, he says he loves you! Do you love HIM!?!”
Sulee shook her head while having a fearful look on her face.
“Well guess what!?! He don’t give a crap if you don’t love him back!” the third inmate utterly confirmed.
“If someone here in the pin wants you, there won’t be a FREAKING thing you can do about it!” the third inmate confirmed in his firmest tone of voice possible.
As the young members of American Power were escorted further down the hall, people threw things at them from their cells.
A balled-up piece of paper hit one of the boys in the head, which caused him to turn and see two black men in a cell.
It was obvious to him that one of them had thrown the balled-up piece of paper.
“What you gonna do, you weenie punk!?!” one of the black men uttered to the teenage boy.
“Hey cutie!” one of the black men said to the boy.
“I don't know if I wanna have fun beating you down, or raping you! Or both at the same time!” the black man said.
The teenage boy’s face showed fear.
…TOO much fear.
The sixth inmate uttered to the scared boy, “It isn’t so pleasant to be admired in the slammer, is it!?! We love our crushes to be just like you are; scared little punks! Still think it pays to do the stupid crap you’re doing out there on the streets!?! HUH!?!”
The boy responded with a shake of his head out of fear, intimidation, and shock.
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In an empty room; moments later…
The five young American Power members sat in chairs while being chewed out by the six Scared Straight program inmates.
“Now you five little punks already saw what it's like in here!” the fifth inmate said.
“They'll love you guys! And NOT as your FREAKING friends either!” the fifth inmate added. “Nor is it like the love from your relatives!”
“They love you as their lovers, as their punching bags; and any dang victim you can name on the streets that derives from a lustful feeling! In here, you’re gonna have the same tormenting thing happening to you every day! EVERY freaking day!” the fifth inmate quoted.
The fifth inmate then added, “And you trying to wipe out every racist group in the world, huh!?! Well, there’s a countless amount of racist prison gangs around here who would love to wipe YOU out! Racist prison gangs, like the Arion Brother Hood, they don’t care how young you are, they’ll gang up on each of you at least 15 to one! And there won’t be a FREAKING thing you, OR the guards can do about it!”
The fourth inmate directed his attention to one of the young American Power squad member saying, “Hey you! I want you over here and on your knees!”
The young boy sat scared stiff. And already scared straight for his own sake…
The fourth inmate angrily approached him saying, “Boy, don't freeze on me! MOVE!! Get over here NOW fool!”
The other inmates angrily approach the boy while ridiculing him simultaneously.
The frightened boy, while finally breaking down with tremendous fear, did as he was told.
“I said get over here boy! Don't make me pull you over here!” the fourth inmate shouted.
“Okay!” the boy replied while feeling more frightened than before.
“Shut up you scared weak little punk!” the sixth inmate shouted in response to the boy saying ‘okay.’
“Until we tell you to speak, you say nothing!” the sixth inmate angrily ordered. “You don’t open your punk mouth and say a FREAKING word.”
The boy started crying.
For the first time in a long while, he was not feeling so tough; same way the rest of these young American Power members were feeling.
“This is EXACTLY what's gonna happen to you in here!” the third inmate uttered.
The third inmate looked back at the crying young man and said, “Ya’ll thought ya’ll were so tough out there on the streets. Killing people because they hate certain people. I bet you all felt invincible all while you were busy beating people senseless! Now ya’ll sitt’in in here, and not one of you have an ego what’s so ever!” the third inmate pointed out.
“Go sit back down!” the third inmate said to the boy.
The scared young boy returned to where he was sitting.
“We ain't even gonna show ya’ll what we do to punks like you while they on their knees and surrounded!” the sixth inmate confirmed.
“But you go find out if you keep screwing up again like the stupid fools you are! What ya’ll see right now in this scared straight program, this ain’t even HALF as bad as what’ll happen to you when you’re serving time in here for real! And you know what!?! I’m beyond amazed that the minute ya’ll stepped foot in here, ya’ll dumb delinquent fools realized you ain’t so tough and invincible!” the sixth inmate quoted.
“I see there's a female among ya’ll,” the second inmate said, speaking of Sulee of course.
“Ya’ll better be praising God she wasn't the one on her knees instead of your punk friend, who obviously never uses his brain worth crap! You think we’re being hard on yah now! Compared to what it’s like serving time in here for real, we actually cutting yah a break!” said the second inmate.
The third inmate got in Sulee's face asking, “What are you doing in my house, woman!?! And I don't wanna hear no bull crud lie either! I may not be the updated lie detector machines, but if you lie to me, I'm gonna know! Now what are you doing in here in my house!?!”
“I was being an idiot,” Sulee answered in reference to herself.
“Being an idiot!?! So, I’m an idiot too!?! Is that what you’re saying!?!” the third inmate quoted.
“No, I PERSONALLY was being an idiot,” Sulee corrected herself.
“See that yah!?!” the third inmate asked.
“Your female friend here, ain't the first fool I asked that question to! And she gave the smartest answer any foolish juvenile EVER gave me! That’s EXACTLY what yah are acting like, which got you in here in the first freaking place! Being a bunch of young punk-headed idiots!”
The third inmate asked Sulee, “So young woman, you admit that you’re an idiot! Do you wanna be an idiot for the rest of your life!?! HUH!?!”
Sulee shook her head while showing paralyzing fear.
“I'm talking to you, young woman! Answer me out FREAKING loud!” the third inmate pressured out of intimidating utterance.
“I said do you wanna be an idiot for the rest of your life!?!” the third inmate repeated in firmer utterance.
“No... No....” Sulee replied out of fear.
“Think again too, if you think we care about what will happen to us if we torment you in here!” the first inmate said.
“We already on lock down! You think I personally care about being sent to a hole!?! I was sent to a hole a countless amount of times man! So many times, that crap is pure pleasure to me like a house party by now!” the first inmate said.
The second inmate concluded with, “Alright, NOW! When you foolish behaving punks leave here, if there's only ONE lesson you remember ALL this FREAKING year! It better be us talking to you!”
“You still got five months left in this school year to get your act together, get your grades up, and graduate. Then get out there in that world and do something GOOD with your lives! Cause like you heard more than once already; if we see any of you in here with us again, WE go make something of you! Something we know you won’t like! Do the smartest thing you ever did when you leave here out of our house today… stop being idiots!” the first inmate firmly advised.
BOY, those Scared Straight program inmates SURE DID get through to those kids. …And you know what? It was about time SOMEBODY did.
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Chapter 11.
American Power Attacks.
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At the Priestly Bakery…
Lamich felt it was a nice day to relax and enjoy a pastry and some coffee at the Priestly Bakery.
And it was…
Lamich sat at the bar of the bakery watching the holographic media screen.
Lamich was in such deep thought while so strongly focused on the activity taking place on the holographic screen, that he was unaware of Cindy approaching him from behind.
“Trying to decide what to order for me?” Cindy asked Lamich.
Lamich surprisingly turned to see Cindy, who was extremely close behind him; practically standing right above him.
“What's up Karate man?” Cindy greeted.
“Cindy, what’s up?” Lamich greeted back.
Cindy occupied the empty seat next to Lamich.
“Cindy, since you're already giving me your company here at the bakery, YES, I WOULD like to order something for you,” Lamich quoted.
“You really like me, don't you,” Cindy correctly assumed.
More than surely, at this time, this was VERY obvious.
“Well. I'm. . . So far I do,” Lamich replied. “I haven't found anything dislikeable about you yet.”
Cory suddenly approached Cindy from the other side of the counter.
“Hi grandma,” Cindy greeted.
“Hey hon,” Cory greeted in return.
“Can I get something for your friend here too?” Cory turned to Lamich asking, “What's your name again, sir?”
“Lamich, miss,” Lamich replied.
“Lamich Robine from the Karate studio. You delivered a birthday cake to my studio the day one of my students was murdered,” Lamich reminded.
“Oh yeah, of course,” Cory said with a convinced tone. “Sorry about your student, AND for not recognizing you right away.”
“Thank you,” Lamich said.
Cory quoted, “But yes, I saw you teaching when your niece called me into the dojo office.”
“I'd really like to treat your daughter to anything here of her choice,” Lamich said while pointing to Cindy.
Cindy and Cory laughed.
“That's my GRAND-mother, Lamich. Not my mother,” Cindy corrected. “Didn’t you hear me call her grandma?”
“TSS… That must’a slipped my mind,” Lamich replied.
“You don't have to buy me anything from here, Lamich. I'm too tight with the owner,” Cindy quoted in reference to being Cory’s grand-daughter.
“Sorry miss,” Lamich said to Cory, referring to the fact that he called Cindy her daughter by mistake.
“Son, I take it as a complement,” Cory replied. “No need to be sorry. Because my daughter is much younger than myself.”
Cindy snickered with laughter.
“Yes, ma’am,” Lamich quoted.
“Grandma,” Cindy called out.
“Even though this is no charge, me and my new boyfriend Lamich here will have our order together,” Cindy requested.
Lamich, by automatic reaction, put a surprised look on his face as he looked at Cindy saying, “Boyfriend? Wait a minute. When did we start seeing each other like that?”
Cindy placed her hand on Lamich's shoulder and replied with, “Obviously before we had a chance to notice.”
Lamich now had a confused look on his face as he said, “Meaning?”
“Lamich, I’m know you were eventually gonna ask me out on a date anyway,” Cindy suggested.
“…So rather than awaiting that moment, I just decided to make it easy on you,” Cindy quoted brilliantly, then she creatively added, “…you know, save you the nervousness.”
The surprised look on Lamich’s face could do nothing other than show. In turn, Lamich responded with, “Cindy… that’s the first gesture I experienced like this.”
“Hey, part of being a detective is possessing the gift of surprise,” Cindy responded.
“Okay well, Miss Brochovich, I'd like a regular coffee and a glazed doughnut please,” Lamich requested.
Lamich then turned to Cindy and said, “What would you like honey? Can I call you that?”
“Ain’t that what boyfriend and girlfriend couples normally call each other?” Cindy asked rhetorically.
“And what does it matter what I wanna order anyway? It’s all on the house anyway. Remember?” Cindy added.
Lamich shook his head saying, “Well evidently, your unique element of surprise took me off focus.”
“I’ll have my usual, grandma,” Cindy requested.
“Both of your orders will be coming up shortly,” Cory replied.
Cory walked over to the dispenser and organized Cindy and Lamich’s order, then brought it to them.
“Like I said, it's on the house,” Cory confirmed.
Cory directed her attention to Lamich saying, “Son, welcome to the family.”
Both Cindy and Lamich snickered with laughter.
“Thank you, Mrs. Brochovich,” Lamich replied.
“Wanna go for a walk on the bike trail?” Cindy asked Lamich.
Lamich shrugged his shoulders and quoted, “Why not? It IS a nice day for a walk.”
They both stood up, grabbed their drinks, then headed for the exit.
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Meanwhile, in Sally’s car…
Sally drove in his car while three American Power members sat in the passenger’s seats loading their guns.
They were on their way to the Priestly Bakery; having found out that Cindy is affiliated with the owner and that she’s a regular customer there.
Why were Sally and these three American Power members on their way to the Priestly Bakery?... Mondo had helped them to become convinced that Cindy was a cop.
Even if they were wrong, which they weren’t, just like Mondo, they wanted to take no chances; which is why they were anxious to take Cindy and Puncho out.
With any luck for Sally and his party, Puncho would be present at the Bakery with Cindy and they could take them both out.
…this is what Sally and his party were hoping anyway.
However, as far as their ability to be concerned, they didn’t even know for sure rather or not they would catch Cindy at the bakery.
‘But anything’s worth a try,’ they thought.
“Man, what if she ain’t there at the bakery? What we gonna do then?” one of the passenger’s asked Sally.
“From what I discovered, those employed at this bakery know her REALLY well,” Sally responded.
“If she ain’t at the bakery, we’ll torture answers out of all party employed at the bakery who know her as far as where she can be found,” Sally added.
“Wait a minute,” another one of the passenger’s said to Sally. “You didn't recognize her from the bakery when you were pretending to mug her the other night?”
“I recognize her now,” Sally replied.
“And every time I saw this woman at that bakery, she didn't seem like the drug dealing type,” Sally added.
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At the Pizza Place…
Jack parked his car in front of the building.
Bradley was in the passenger’s seat.
Both he and Jack viewed a holographic screen that hovered before their faces.
Jack wore a special kind of contact lenses which allowed everything he viewed in his sight to appear on the holographic screen.
Jack’s contact lenses were also programed to snap images that the party who’s wearing the contact lenses is viewing.
“Okay, do a snap-shot,” Bradley said.
Jack balled up his fist, causing his contact lenses to snap an image. This caused the holographic screen to go to freeze frame mode.
The snapped shot images would also automatically be forwarded to the police station by Bradley once they were to be taken.
“Okay good,” Bradley quoted.
“I'll be sitting in the car watching everything in your sight,” Bradley confirmed.
Jack and Bradley turned to see Mike parking his car. Mike got out of his car and hurried towards the Pizza Place entrance.
After watching the news the other day regarding the lie detector tests machines being upgraded, Mike finally decided that he needed to dispose of the Diversion pills he had in his possession.
Not only did Mike wish he had thought to dispose of his diversion pills days prior, but he was finally aware of the fact that it was STUPID of him to keep these Diversion pills hidden in the Pizza Place restaurant in his desk even after seeing the news.
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In Sally’s Car…
Sally stopped at a red light.
Just then, Sally and every passenger each placed coin shaped objects on the temple area of their heads.
“Okay, is everyone ready?” Sally quoted.
“Yeah, we ready,” one of the passenger’s replied.
Sally pressed his index finger on the screen of his watch and quoted, “Okay, costumes on.”
Within a matter of seconds, their disguises activated, disguising them as Silver Back Guerillas that reside in the jungle.
…Funny choice for a disguise, huh?
As soon as the light turned green, Sally made a left-hand turn, then drove into the shopping center of the bakery.
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Inside the Pizza Place facility…
Mike urgently opened his desk drawer and removed the Diversion pills, ready to dispose of them and feel like he’s home free.
At the very last second, the idea that the lie detector machines being upgraded only being a hoax crossed Mike’s mind; so what did he do?... Mike urgently opened the bottle of Diversion pills and popped one in his mouth. …for the sake of ensuring his freedom.
Just as Mike swallowed this Diversion pill…
“Mike,” Jack called out.
The unexpected sound of Jack’s voice startled Mike, causing him to jump while accidentally dropping his pills.
And I mean, Diversion pills scattered EVERYWHERE as the bottle hit the ground.
With this image NOT being able to help but be in Jack’s sight, Jack snapped an image of these scattered Diversion pills.
Mike, of course, had NO idea that Jack was wearing these contact lenses that would forward an image of these pills to the police station.
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In Jack’s car…
Bradley saw as Jack saw, and immediately forwarded the freeze-framed image to the police station.
“YES, exactly,” Bradley quoted in excitement while viewing this holographic image from inside of Jack’s car.
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Meanwhile, in the pizza place facility…
“Oh sorry Mike. …didn’t mean to startle you,” Jack quoted.
Jack, while now feeling over excited that he now had the hard evidence he was looking for, began helping Mike to pick up the spilled pills.
“It's okay, I'll just page the pharmacy for a refill.” Mike stated, believing with confidence that he had just deceived Jack into thinking this was prescription medicine.
But it was too late however… Jack already knew better…
Suddenly, one of Mike’s assistant managers exited the office stating, “Mike there's a call for you. It's very urgent. They've been trying to reach you all day.”
“Okay I’m coming,” Mike replied.
Mike directed his attention to Jack saying, “Can you throw these pills away for me? They’re no longer of any good use. I am so tied up with things right now.”
“Yes,” Jack replied.
Jack, of course, had not intended to dispose of these Diversion pills, for this was hard evidence they needed.
Mike rushed into the office to take his important call.
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At the Priestly bakery…
Sally's car parked out front.
Sally and the three party with him, while in their bizarre disguises, emerged out of Sally’s car and scampered towards the entrance of the bakery facility just as the car doors were automatically closing.
Cory spotted these four disguised men and knew immediately that not only trouble; but ‘CHAOS’ and ‘ALL HELL’ was about to break loose simultaneously.
“TC! TC! Page Cindy! Quick!” Cory urgently uttered.
TC, with the utter most urgency from knowing something was wrong, barged out of the kitchen door and immediately noticed Sally and his men in disguise making their way towards the bakery entrance.
“Hey what is this!?!” TC utterly quoted.
As soon as Sally and the three other American Power members barged through the door of the bakery, TC picked up a barstool while shouting, “Get out of here you punks!”
TC threw the barstool, hitting one of the hoodlums, who lifted his arms in attempt to shield himself from the barstool flying at him.
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Meanwhile, on the bike trail…
Lamich and Cindy strolled down the bike path, enjoying their first romantic moment together.
For the first time, Lamich did not have to feel self-cautious of offending Cindy; not to mention that he felt overly excited about dating a girl of his dreams who he started off thinking he stood absolutely NO CHANCE WHAT-SO-EVER with.
And he didn’t… but Cindy gave him a chance anyway…
“That was a CRAZY hover board incident you had with that American Power girl at the college this past Saturday,” Lamich reminded.
“Yeah, it was,” Cindy agreed.
“Now I DARE people to lie and say they didn't see THAT,” Cindy added, in reference to people often being afraid to admit being a witness to any crime committed by American Power.
Lamich responded with a simple chuckle and said, “Whoever lies about not having seen that would need to be put in a nut house.”
Cindy let out a slight laugh and quoted, “Yeah, something.”
Cindy softly placed her hand on Lamich’s shoulder saying, “Well… as much as I love putting confidence in that statement of yours, unfortunately, it seems that most people would prefer being in a nut house. …I mean, being that they’re too afraid for their own lives.”
Suddenly Cindy's watch beeped.
Cindy glanced at her watch, saw that there was trouble at the bakery, and uttered, “Oh my God the bakery! Lamich, for your own safety, you better stay here!”
Cindy dropped her cup of coffee and urgently scampered her way back towards the bakery.
Lamich, not being able to help but follow Cindy out of concern for her safety, uttered, “What's happening? CINDY WHAT'S HAPPENING!?!”
“American Power members are attacking the bakery!” Cindy replied urgently. “And my grandparents are there! LAMICH I SAID STAY HERE!”
“Cindy! I’m not letting you protect your grandparents against those wannabe vigil-anti crazies alone!” Lamich replied.
Knowing she had no time to argue with Lamich, Cindy decided to say no more, and continued towards the bakery with Lamich following.
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In the bakery facility…
The four American Power hoodlums in disguise had Cory and TC surrounded.
“Where's that woman!?!” Sally shouted, meaning Cindy.
‘WACK!!!’
‘WACK!!!’
…was the deafening sound of Sally hitting both Cory and TC with the barstool he picked up, desperately trying to force answers out of them.
Sally uttered in anger, “I know that woman comes here because I see her here all the time! And I know you two know who I’m talking about!”
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At the Pizza Place…
Mike walked towards the exit of the facility at the sight of a few people screaming while running from the area of the bakery.
“What? More chaos!?!” Mike quoted.
A random lady urgently entered into the Pizza Place facility while in total panic.
The lady quoted to Mike, “Sir, help! Somebody page the cops! Now! Four people are jumping the elderly couple who owns the nearby bakery.”
Overhearing this, Jack shouted, “WHAT!?! OH MY GOD!!”
Both Jack and Mike burst through the door of the Pizza Place just in time to witness Sally’s car screeching off seconds before…
‘BOOM!!!’
…the Priestly Bakery exploded in flames.
The deafening sound of this explosion sent Mike and Jack jumping to the ground like stunt men are seen doing in an action movie whenever an explosion occurs.
Jack and Mike lifted their heads up just in time to see it rain flaming debris all over the parking lot.
“OH MY GOD!” Jack uttered once more while in total shock of the fact that he knew Cory and TC were blown up inside the bakery.
‘BOOM!!!’
‘POW!!! POW!!!’
…more explosions threw excess debris engulfed in flames out into the driveway and the parking lot.
Cindy showed up at the crime scene just in time to see Sally's car DRAGG-racing towards her.
Sally, of course, spotted Cindy and drove right towards her, attempting to run her down.
“Huh, there you are,” Sally uttered at Cindy, though he knew of course, that Cindy could not hear him from inside his car.
Cindy took off running, and luckily, reached an alley way where Sally’s car could not turn and continue pursuit of her.
Cindy jumped out of the way of Sally’s vehicle into the alley way, barely saving her OWN life.
Just then, Sally heard police sirens and decided to flee the scene altogether, along with the other three American Power Squad members who rode with him.
Cindy scampered out of hiding just in time to be struck by an extreme feeling of shock as she saw the bakery engulfed in flames.
Cindy KNEW her Grand Parents had not made it out.
Lamich showed up while attempting to comfort Cindy as Cindy broke down crying…
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Chapter 12.
The Chaotic & Deadly Showdown.
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At the police station…
Cindy, who had finally managed to pull herself together after witnessing the tragic death of her grandparents, sat with Lamich, Mac, Bradley, and Puncho while conversing.
What had restored Cindy’s peace of mind was the fact that her grandparents had accepted Jesus into their lives, which meant that as soon as their tragic death took place, both of Cindy’s grandparents were granted entry into heaven.
On top of that, Cindy knew that because she HERSELF had accepted Jesus into her life, she ALSO would be granted entry into heaven once she dies, and be reunited with her grandparents and all other members in her family in Heaven.
“Hon’, are you sure you're gonna be fine?” Mac asked Cindy, with his strongest possible expression of concern.
“Well actually, being that I know my grandparents were saved and are now with Jesus, I’m not gonna take it as hard anymore. …so I’m already beginning to bounce back,” Cindy replied encouragingly.
“That had to be American Power,” Puncho suggested, referring to the men who blew up the bakery.
“Because we haven't set up a fake drug deal with anyone but them,” Puncho added.
“My best guess would be that Mondo figured me and Cindy out somehow,” Puncho suggested.
“One of those men inside that car could have been Mondo himself,” Mac suggested for all he knew.
“But there's something here I don't even get,” Bradley quoted.
Bradley turned to Cindy and asked, “I mean, why would they attempt to ambush you like that, Cindy? I mean, what clue do you think you and Puncho may have given Mondo to suspect anything?”
“Nothing I was aware of,” Cindy answered, then she turned to Puncho and quoted, “What about you Puncho?”
Puncho shook his head saying, “Nope. I guess Mondo just happens to be smarter than we all thought he was. …Guess we underestimated him.”
“Hey guys, one important thing you need to know about Mondo, is the fact that he has a sharp mind like you wouldn't believe,” Lamich mentioned. “…and should never EVER be underestimated.”
Lamich continued with, “Anytime someone performs some kind of undercover operation involving something like a drug deal, he'll carefully ponder the matter, then dissect it by separating the illogical from the logical, then suspicion would set in if he thinks the illogical outweighs the logical.”
Bradley, while being a bit on the suspicious side regarding Lamich’s explanation, responded to Lamich quoting, “Wait. Hold on, man. This sounds nothing like a random assumption. Sounds rather like you know this dude personally. Why’s that?”
Cindy directed her attention to Lamich while feeling a bit surprised with a blend of devastation.
“Lamich, is it true?” Cindy asked, then she added, “DO you actually KNOW Mondo personally?”
Lamich hesitated for a few seconds, then replied with, “Affirmative Cindy. I guess this is the correct, and BEST time to let you ALL know that me and Mondo are somewhat related. But I haven't told anyone this because I'm ashamed of what he does. Mondo dated my twin sister four years back. . . and they had a baby together too.”
The minds of the entire party were SUDDENLY blown beyond the event horizon, hearing what they had just heard from Lamich.
…Their minds were mostly blown with devastation along with the temptation from wrong negative assumptions.
“What?” Cindy quoted, then she added, “You know Mondo personally, Lamich? And you kept information from us all this time!?!”
“No Cindy don’t get me wrong! Me and my family’s relationship with Mondo is not at all what it sounds like to you!” Lamich explained.
“There isn’t even a relationship with my family and Mondo at all... anymore!” Lamich added.
“Alright Lamich,” Mac quoted. “How come Jack and Bradley weren't given this information while questioning you at your Karate school?”
Lamich was ready to answer, but Jack showed up while having over-heard Mac’s question, and began answering for Lamich saying, “…Because that wouldn't have been enough information for us to even get close to Mondo anyway. Instead, it only would have struck us all as a waste of Lamich’s breath.”
The entire gang suddenly put puzzled looks on their faces by nothing more than an automatic reaction.
Lamich especially; for Lamich would have NEVER expected Jack to be spitting out this information.
Jack continued his answer with, “Lamich doesn't keep up with Mondo, his sister's X. And he tries not to keep up with him because Mondo, of course we all know, is FAR out of line, and they consider him too much of a disgrace. If Lamich and his niece HAD any contact with Mondo, they would turn him in. …and Mondo knows this as well.”
“How is this coming from you!?!” Lamich asked Jack while experiencing the strongest case of extreme curiosity and confusion he has ever felt.
More-of-the-less, Lamich felt surprised beyond belief.
Lamich continued with, “That’s exactly what I was ready to tell your team of detectives here. How could you possibly be able to beat me to the explanation?”
Lamich was just BEYOND puzzled and confused of the fact that Jack knew what he knew.
“Your niece Joni told me everything at the Karate tournament,” Jack replied.
Suddenly, everything made sense to Lamich; in turn, he became unpuzzled.
Jack then mentioned, “Your niece Joni and I spent some time talking after her sparring competition.”
Lamich sighed while burying his face in his hands.
“Lamich, I know that your previous connection with Mondo wasn’t Disneyland. …and it’s something you and your family aren’t thrilled to talk about. But at least I saved you from losing everyone’s trust,” Jack concluded.
Lamich directed his attention to Cindy.
Cindy gave Lamich a look saying that she completely understood where he was coming from.
Lamich directed his attention back to Jack saying, “Thank you Jack. …for the save. But like I said, I was about to explain my situation anyway.”
Cindy butted in while attempting to encourage Lamich saying, “Listen, Lamich. Don't be ashamed of your twin sister’s past relationship with Mondo and having a baby with him... That was a personal choice SHE made. What does it matter anymore now that Mondo and your sister are no longer involved? The past is the past.”
“Yeah,” Lamich agreed out loud as he slowly began to ease from frustration mode.
“It’s just too bad Mondo being my twin sister's X won't help you guys locate him,” Lamich suggested.
“Like I said Lamich, we don’t need your twin sister’s former affiliation with Mondo for that,” Jack confirmed.
“Let’s pick up the American Power subject later. Right now, we need to focus on Mike Kago,” Jack suggested.
Jack showed them a pill he discovered inside of the Pizza Place restaurant and quoted, “Here it is. Hard evidence. Mike dropped a bunch of these in the Pizza Place facility in front of me today. …and from a counterfeit prescription bottle. Same images Bradley forwarded here to the station earlier.”
“Diversion. The same exact pills that will enable anyone to pass a lie detector test even if telling an obvious lie,” Cindy quoted, as she suddenly understood Mike Kago’s trick to passing the lie detector test she and Puncho gave him.
Puncho, in his mind, shared this same clarity.
“I always KNEW Mike’s answers had too little logic to be accurate,” Cindy added.
“I did too,” Puncho added, then he mentioned, “But only now, I’m actually able to put my finger on it.”
“Yes,” Jack replied, then he said, “Mike is… WAS using these narcotics.”
Jack set the pills on the table.
“Good,” Mac said, then he added, “I’m glad now that everything’s finally making sense,” Mac added.
“Jack, you know rather Mike is working tonight or not, right?” Cindy quoted.
“Yes, Mike Kago IS working at this hour,” Jack replied. “Before he gets off work, I say we go get HIM.”
The others replied in agreement.
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In Mondo’s car…
Mondo drove down the street while Sally, Sylvia, and three other women rode with him in the car.
“Man, Sally, I wish you had recognized that woman from the bakery on day one,” Mondo said.
“Shouldn't matter now,” Sally replied, then he mentioned, “As long as we know now that she’s not really into drug dealing,” Sally added.
“If I knew that woman was a regular customer at that bakery, I would have felt odd about this deal from the beginning just like Mondo,” Sylvia quoted.
“Yeah… That's EXACTLY when I actually picked up odd thoughts about this drug deal,” Mondo quoted. “…FROM THE BEGINNING.”
Suddenly, Mondo was in the process of passing Puncho’s car, which Sally immediately recognized.
“Hey Mondo, look man,” Sally said while pointing out Puncho’s car.
“What?” Mondo replied.
“Look in the rear-view screen,” Sally said as he pointed to Puncho’s car again, which was now behind them.
“I recognize that car,” Sally said.
Mondo glanced at the rear-view screen and immediately recognized Puncho’s car.
“Yeah man. They’re making a right hand turn into the Pizza Place parking lot,” Mondo said.
Mondo turned to the other people in the car saying, “Ya’ll, page as many American Power members as you can. We’re gonna finish this with these detective idiots tonight.”
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In front of the Pizza Place facility…
Puncho's car parked.
Jack, Puncho, Bradley, Cindy, and Mac emerged from the car just in time to catch Mike exiting the Pizza Place facility to take a cigarette break.
“Mike, Mike Kago?” Cindy quoted.
“Hey,” Mike said to Cindy while becoming nervous.
“How's the case going with my deceased ex-employee,” Mike asked, in attempt to brush off his nervousness. …being that he knew Cindy and Puncho would pick up on any nervousness he was to express and in turn, become suspicious.
But once again, Cindy, Puncho, Jack, Bradley, and Mac already knew the truth, so it was too late for Mike to try and hide anything anyway.
“Oh yeah, good news,” Cindy said.
“The case is solved,” Puncho added.
Mike began to not be able to hide his nervousness after hearing those words come out of Cindy’s mouth.
Suddenly, Mike turned to see Jack. “Jack?” Mike quoted. “Jack, you know these detectives?”
“Mike Kago, I believe this will answer your question,” Jack replied.
Jack rubbed his index finger across the small screen on his watch, which caused a holographic badge to appear.
“Mike, put your hands behind your head. We’re placing you under arrest for being responsible for the murder of Mabric Suzzy. …and we have the evidence,” Bradley said.
All of a sudden, before Mike could even give himself up, members from the American Power squad, disguised as a bunch of different bizarre creatures, showed up while opening fire in Cindy, Jack, Bradley, Puncho, and Mac’s direction.
Mike was shot as the rest of the gang jumped to the ground to avoid the line of fire.
Mac, Cindy, Puncho, Bradley, and Jack activated their force fields by rubbing their index fingers across the small screens of their wrist watches.
“THAT'S GOTTA BE THE AMERICAN POWER SQUAD!” Cindy correctly suggested in utterance.
All five detectives returned fire at the American Power squad members.
Whenever an American Power Squad member was shot, their disguises deactivated once they fell lifelessly to the ground.
The other disguised offenders scattered to avoid the fire power from the detectives.
“Somebody page back up already!?!” Mac urgently ordered.
Jack, Bradley, Mac, Cindy, and Puncho split up while pursuing the American Power members.
Although back up was currently on its way, they felt that they could not afford to wait for them to show up before taking out as many of these trigger-happy American Power members as possible.
Every time Jack, Cindy, Mac, Bradley, and Puncho were shot at, of course, their force fields protected them.
An American Power Squad member entered the Pizza Place facility carrying a laser pistol and spotted all the Pizza Place employees hiding and shaking nervously.
The American Power Squad member aimed her gun at two nervous Pizza Place employees while uttering, “Okay, you, get up and empty the register! NOW!”
The American Power Squad member directed her attention to the other Pizza Place employee uttering, “And YOU, go make me a Pizza!”
“Umm, there's some already done,” the nervous employee said while shaking tremendously.
“Don't kid me around fool!” the offender quoted.
“I don't WANT a pizza already done! I want mine made fresh!” the offender uttered.
The offender aimed her gun further at the Pizza Place employee saying, “Make me a large pizza now! Or I'll blow your brains out! I want pepperoni, sausage, and mushrooms! If you forget one topping, I'll blow your brains out! And no anchovies! If you put anchovies on my pizza, I'll blow your brains out!”
The American Power Squad member cared not ONE BIT, that her last statement regarding the anchovies was ‘just flat out ridiculous!’ …Let alone that this was a ridiculous time to order a pizza.
And on top of that, this was no time for laughter.
Suddenly, police sirens were heard.
This caught the American Power Squad member’s attention.
Three police officers got out of the squad cars that have just approached.
While aiming their guns at the masked offender, the police sergeant uttered, “Drop your weapon, deactivate your disguise, and come out slowly with your hands behind your head! Now!”
The Pizza Place employees disappeared to the back of the Pizza Place facility to hide just as the American Power Squad member opened fire at the cops…
‘ZAP ZAP ZAP ZAP ZAP!!!!’
…this was an idiotic move, being that the cops had force fields protecting them.
‘FWUUMMM FWUMMM FWUUMMM!!!’
…was the sound of the lasers bouncing off the force fields.
‘ZAP ZAP ZAP ZAP ZAP ZAP!!!’
…was the sounds of cops immediately returning laser gunfire by nothing other than automatic reaction, hitting the American Power Squad member.
Seconds after the American Power Squad member hit the ground, the disguise deactivated, revealing that the offender the whole time was Silvia.
Silvia had forgotten to place her force field watch on her wrist that she had worn at the Karate tournament.
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Meanwhile, near the streets…
Bradley and Puncho were each faced off with an American Power Squad member, who were both wearing phantom style disguises.
One of the American Power Squad members swung at Puncho.
Puncho ducked and hit the offender in the stomach, then executed a jump back kick to the offender’s head, knocking him against the wall.
The American Power Squad member’s disguise malfunctioned and deactivated as he fell to the ground motionless.
The other American Power Squad member executed a spinning heel kick towards Bradley’s head.
Bradley ducked to dodge the kick right before executing a low roundhouse kick to the American Power Squad member’s inner thigh, knocking him down.
The offender quickly got back up and charged at Bradley while attempting a flying side kick.
Bradley moved to the side, dodging the flying side kick.
Missing Bradley with his jump side kick, the American Power Squad member found himself landing in the street in front of a fast-moving truck.
‘POWWW!!!’
‘TUMBLE TUMBLE TUMBLE!!!’
…went the American Power Squad member’s body as the truck knocked him many feet away. The truck screeched to an urgent halt. …it took the truck ten seconds to halt completely as the tires left a smelly rubber trail on the street.
…The rubber on the tires scraping on the ground nearly generated enough heat to start a fire.
Other cars swerved to dodge the truck.
As the American Power Squad member ceased from tumbling, the disguise deactivated, revealing it to be Sally’s lifeless body.
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At a nearby gas station…
People panicked and scattered away with the most tremendous fear as a guy disguised as a snow monster constantly opened fire towards Jack.
‘ZAP ZAP ZAP ZAP!!!’
‘FLIISH FLIISH FLIISH!!!’
…was the sounds of the shattering glass to the gas station facility as the lasers hit it.
Jack’s forcefield shielded him from the lasers flying towards HIM.
The disguised offender angrily started towards Jack.
Jack aimed his gun at the disguised offender while saying, “Alright; drop your weapon, and you know where I want your hands!”
The guy continued approaching while saying, “Go ahead, waist your ammunition cop!”
The guy, while in disguise, showed Jack his wrist; revealing to Jack that he’s wearing an activated force field wrist-watch.
Jack foolishly opened fire anyway…
‘FWAAM FWAAM FWAAM!!!’
…was the sound of the lasers bouncing off the forcefield.
The offender gave off an evil laughter, then quoted, “You’re forgetting that some of us have gained access to force fields recently?”
The guy pressed a button on his disguise, causing it to deactivate, revealing it to be ‘guess who?’
...YES… you guessed it. …Mondo Sabu himself.
“I don't even know how you gained access to a force field and I don't care,” Jack quoted. “I guess I’ll just have to SUBDUEL you into the arrest position.”
“Yeah man, I'm talking about a fight too, cop!” Mondo replied, then he added, “But I warn you, you’re making a stupid move!”
“If I'm the stupid one, then why are you the one about to be arrested?” Jack asked rhetorically and with sarcasm.
“Arrest, punk?” Mondo replied, then he quoted, “Fool! You haven’t even cuffed me and read me my rights yet!”
“That’s right. ‘YET’ IS the correct word,” Jack replied.
Jack got into his fighting stance.
Mondo attempted to punch Jack.
Jack parried the punch and attempted to kick Mondo.
Mondo blocked the kick.
Jack attempted to sweep Mondo to the ground.
Mondo jumped into the air while spinning.
While spinning in the air, Mondo kicked Jack, knocking Jack against a garbage can.
Mondo landed on his feet while getting back into his fighting stance.
Jack regained his balance and got into HIS fighting stance as well.
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Meanwhile, in another area…
Disguised American Power members attempted to attack Cindy and Mac with sticks.
Cindy and Mac dodged the strikes constantly.
Cindy executed a spinning crescent kick, knocking one of the guys down.
Mac executed a side kick followed by a spinning heel kick, knocking another one of the American Power members down.
A third American Power Squad member ran up on Mac and Cindy.
Simultaneously, Cindy and Mac each executed a spinning back kick to the American Power member’s stomach.
Being on the receiving end of both these kicks, the American Power Squad member flew back four feet and CRASH landed on his back.
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At the gas station…
It was nothing but total chaos between Jack and Mondo…
Jack executed a punch and kick combination to Mondo.
Mondo successfully blocked the strikes and executed a kick to Jack, knocking him through one of the remaining exterior windows and into the gas station facility.
Mondo entered the facility while pursuing Jack as he quoted with sarcasm, “What's the matter, cop!?! Detective, or whatever you wanna call yourself! Huh!?!”
Mondo gripped Jacks shirt with the tightest grip and yanked him up off the ground.
Next; Mondo angrily threw Jack into a candy bar stand, knocking it over.
Candy-bars scattered everywhere. And I mean everywhere!
“You wanna arrest me punk!?!” Mondo angrily uttered just before grabbing Jack by the shirt and YANKING him up again.
Mondo, with all his might and anger, shoved Jack against a potato chip stand, knocking it over.
The weight of Jack’s body busted a portion of the potato chip bags.
The floor was decorated with crumbled potato chips and busted potato chip bags.
Already, this was a huge enough mess in the store to make a person feel sorry for the janitor, who would have a halleluiah time cleaning this mess up.
…not to mention the broken glass of the exterior windows that’s scattered and shattered all over the floor as well.
Poor janitor…
“You wanna send bogus drug buyers to investigate on my crew!?! Who obviously ain't the drug dealing type!?!” Mondo quoted as he picked up small pies, ripped the package off them, and angrily hurled them at Jack.
“You wanna get into my business!?!” Mondo angrily ridiculed.
Mondo then gripped Jack by the shirt again, and this time, threw him against a soft-drink dispenser, causing it to burst and all kinds of carbonated water to spill out on Jack as well as all over the floor.
Mondo angrily started towards Jack.
“I'll tell you what you need to know about my crew AND myself!” Mondo quoted sarcastically.
Jack starts getting up.
Mondo grabbed Jack by the shirt and uttered to him, “I know you work with those two fools who came to me posing as two bogus drug dealers! The ones who pretend to set up a deal with me the other night!”
Mondo head-bunted Jack, then threw him onto the ground.
Mondo moved towards Jack saying, “And here’s another thing you need to know about me and my crew too!”
Mondo YANKED Jack back up by the shirt and uttered in his face, “To us, your ability to work undercover stinks!”
Jack surprised Mondo by breaking free of his grip and kicking him in the head, knocking him down.
“So does your anti-racist vigil-anti idea!” Jack said sarcastically in response to Mondo’s last statement.
“As of tonight, THAT plan of yours is canceled!” Jack added.
Mondo got back up and attempted to punch Jack.
Jack kicked Mondo's punching arm out of the way with a crescent kick, followed by a spinning side kick to Mondo’s stomach.
Jack executed a side kick to Mondo's chest, knocking Mondo back down.
Mondo got back up and immediately executed a multiple of punches and kicks to Jack out of anger.
Jack blocked the punches and kicks, then at the right time, Jack executed a high side kick to Mondo’s throat.
Mondo fell to the ground near the exit of the gas station facility with his breath knocked out of him.
A few police units showed up in front of the facility.
Mondo, while amazingly still having a small amount of fight left in him, stood back up while holding his throat with both of his hands.
Jack shuffled towards Mondo, and executed a jump side kick to Mondo’s chest, knocking him through the area of the facility where the window used to be before it was shattered.
Mondo hit the ground on top of the broken glass.
Jack exited the store as Mondo tried getting back up; and at the same time, the other police officers got out of their police units while aiming their guns at Mondo.
“Don’t bother getting up. Now let me try this again,” Jack quoted.
“You're under arrest. For murder, possession of illegal narcotics, and... for making a mess,” Jack quoted, referring to the mess that was all over both him and the floor inside the store.
Mondo suddenly passed out.
“Get a paramedic over here, QUICK!” one of the officers ordered.
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At the Pizza Place restaurant, moments later…
What a chaotic disaster all this fighting left this place looking like…
Of course the press was present.
…along with the paramedics and the police.
They haven’t seen anything this chaotic sense the race riots that had taken place a few decades prior.
Many eye witnesses, who were still shaken up from all the chaos, spoke with different police officers; letting them know all details of what they had seen.
YES… People finally had the courage to admit being witnesses of crimes committed by the American Power Squad.
It was about time too...
Mike was being treated by medical personnel while in the back of a paramedic vehicle, however, he was well enough to answer questions Mac was asking him as he once again, wore the A.I. cuffs.
Being that Mike now knew that all lie detecting systems were upgraded, he would not even bother telling anymore STUPID OBVIOUS lies like before.
Mike knew this time he was caught for sure.
“Okay, Mike,” Mac said.
“Mabric was murdered in American Power squad territory, which was nowhere NEAR the accurate location he was originally supposed to deliver pizza. And this was caused by your act of deliberate sabotage. Why was this done?” Mac quoted.
Mike sighed in frustration once more.
In response to Mike’s little act of frustration, Mac mentioned, “Mike, you have no choice but to tell the truth this time. Keeping accurate information from me will only be an additional mark on YOU.”
“Okay, I had him killed because I didn't like him,” Mike admitted. “He was from Germany.”
The light on the cuffs blinked green.
“You HAD him killed because he was from Germany? What do you think this is Mike, World War 2? You made the choice to trick Mabric Suzzy to his death. Why? What do you have against Germans?” Mac asked.
“When I was a child, my parents were killed by skin heads from Germany. And I've been mad about it ever since,” Mike said.
The light on the cuffs blinked green.
“Thank you, Mike, for your honesty this time,” Mac said.
After removing the A.I. cuffs from Mike’s wrists, Mac turned to the paramedic personnel and said, “Okay boys, he’s all yours.”
Mac signaled for the medical people to drive off as he stepped out of the ambulance vehicle.
The doors to the ambulance vehicle closed just before the ambulance van took off.
Bradley, Puncho, Cindy, and Jack approached Mac.
“Hey Captain,” Jack said. “I trust that Mike didn't give YOU un-buyable information this time.”
Cindy and Puncho snickered with laughter.
“Nope, he did NOT. He couldn’t,” Mac replied, then he mentioned, “Instead, this time, he confessed the truth along with his reason for doing what he did.”
“I don’t get it,” Cindy said.
“Who would purposely steer his own employee to a bad part of town to be killed? I don't see the point in that,” Cindy said.
“It had everything to do with the malicious race riots back in the late 30’s to the early 40’s,” Mac said.
“Mike is still bitter about skin heads murdering his parents back when he was a child. And Mabric was from Germany of course you know,” Mac informed.
Puncho and Cindy's faces now showed clarity, for now they fully understood the reason for Mike’s feelings of hate towards Mabric.
“Ohhh!” Puncho said.
“That would explain why he sounded so happy while Puncho and I were questioning him,” Cindy quoted.
“Yes… I always knew the truth would come out,” Bradley said.
“It always does,” Mac quoted, then he mentioned, “If there’s one thing in the world you can’t do, you can’t keep the truth buried.”
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Chapter 12.
The 180 Turn Around.
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In a counselor’s office…
Mike Kago was speaking with a counselor over the death of his parents haunting his mind.
‘On the day Mike Kago stood trial, the Judge sentenced him to receiving professional therapist at a mental health facility.’
“Your parents’ killers, and your former German employee are twenty-nine years apart and have nothing to do with one another. What good did it do you to lead your German employee to his death?” the counselor asked rhetorically.
“Well I HAVE tried to forgive the people who murdered my parents,” Mike mentioned.
“When something is hard to forgive, you have to ask God to help you,” the counselor mentioned.
“You have to cast your cares on Jesus like He commands,” the counselor added.
Mike nodded his head in agreement.
“You can't make yourself forgive people. Believe it or not, as much as we like to think we can, we can't change the way we are, only God himself can change us; if we ask HIM to, AND if we let Him. If we don’t ask God for help when we need it, it’s our own fault,” the counselor confirmed.
“No, I never asked God to help me,” Mike said.
“I never asked God for much of anything before,” Mike added.
“Well do you even have a relationship with God at all?” the counselor asked.
“If you don't, this is a good time to start one. This is a good time for you to receive Jesus into your life,” the counselor suggested.
Mike nodded his head in agreement and said, “Yes… I DO need to do that.”
“My parents were Christian, and they have always encouraged me to give my life to Jesus as well. I DO need Jesus in my life,” Mike mentioned.
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At a press conference…
Mondo, while wearing handcuffs, spoke at a press conference as police officers stood by.
‘Mondo now encourages young people everywhere to make the right choices; after seeing a multiple of his American Power squad members on the recently aired episode of Scared Straight.’
“For those of you in school who are watching this, remember this press conference if you don't remember anything else,” Mondo strongly advised.
Mondo was then SURE to mention, “You still have your lives ahead of you. If you mess up like me and my crew, you can still turn your life around. But the best thing to do is, don't wait until you been to jail all your life then try to turn your life around.”
Mondo continued with, “Because that’s when it REALLY gets hard to accomplish turning your life around… reason being, you’ll be SO used to living a life of mischief. Some of my squad members were on an episode of Scared Straight recently, for those of you who didn't see. I say again. If you’re currently making wrong choices, and you haven't ended up in prison, change your life now while you’re still ahead.”
Mondo finally reached the MOST IMPORTANT part of his lecture to all the teenage viewers saying, “And for you high school seniors who are behind on credits, this is only the month of February. There is still plenty of time to catch up on credits. I have faith in you. And one more thing I want to leave you with. . . Something that God helped me to realize. Wrong cannot be used to solve wrong. It only begets it. It’s JUST like adding gasoline to a fire you’re trying to extinguish…”
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Sometime later…
The same lady who Sulee and Kim beat up, stood by the Mayor while holding an award with her son standing next to her.
‘Shortly after the health of the witness improved, she was rewarded by the Mayor for her courage to admit witnessing a crime when others would not.’
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Months later… Graduation Day…
Graduating students sat in chairs while gathered on the football field of the school.
The American Power Squad members, who were on Scared Straight, stood in line receiving their diplomas one at a time with all the other students.
‘Many students took Mondo's advice and changed their lives around.’
As Sulee’s name was called, Sulee approached the principle on stage and received her diploma.
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A short time later, the graduating students were all in their seats while prepared to toss up their caps, for the ceremony was ending.
“Ladies and gentlemen. . . I now present to you. . . the class of 2066,” the principle happily announced.
The graduating students stood to their feet and tossed up their caps.
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Shortly after the graduation ceremony…
Mac and Cindy were speaking with Sulee and her family.
“Congratulations, Sulee,” Mac said.
“I knew you were capable of turning your life around,” Mac quoted.
Sulee nodded her head in agreement and replied with, “Ever since I was arrested and was on scared straight, I knew it also.”
“But I’m still currently un-sure what I wanna do for a living. But it won’t be a life of crime, don’t worry about that,” Sulee quoted.
“Um, Sulee, take this from me,” Cindy advised.
“If you don't know what you wanna do for a living, ponder your best interest, and go for something in relevant to that,” Cindy advised additionally.
“What does that mean?” Sulee asked with much confusion while having a strongly puzzled look on her face.
Cindy began her explanation saying, “Like for instance, my best interest was taking criminals off the street. That's why I'm an investigator… a detective.”
“OOOOh,” Sulee said as she finally had a clue.
“I think we're on the same page now,” Sulee mentioned.
“And you're a good cop; considering what happened between you and me. And I surely deserved how ruff you were on me in interrogation,” Sulee confirmed.
“Even then, Sulee, I knew I sensed a good spirit inside of you,” Cindy quoted.
“And my partner did also. Because you’re a smart girl, so I’m sure it won’t take long for you to figure out what your best interest is,” Cindy encouraged.
“What if I haven't applied at any colleges yet because I was too busy trying to catch up on credits and can't go this coming fall semester?” Sulee asked.
“Sulee, whenever you get a chance to apply for any university, they’ll all still be there,” Cindy quoted, meaning that she can start college anytime she was ready.
Then Mac added, “Whatever you choose to do, Sulee, make it a good choice.”
“Heck yeah,” Sulee said, then she quoted, “I already said I would.”
“Like I said, there's no way I’m continuing a life of crime and going to prison to stay. That Asian inmate wanted my body,” Sulee confirmed.
“Sulee, it’s possible he was only trying to scare you out of making wrong choices; just like the six inmates who took the time to explain prison life to you and the other young kids,” Mac suggested.
“Yeah, well if they were only intending to scare me out of the habit of making wrong choices, it sure worked,” Sulee said.
Sulee's mom nodded in agreement then quoted to Mac, “No inmate is about to have my daughter. Especially not one much older than her. Mac, Cindy, thank you so much for helping Sulee.”
“I'm glad we could get through to your daughter,” Mac replied, then he quoted, “And Mondo too.”
“Well, me and my daughter Cindy are gonna go and congratulate the other little Scared Straight stars,” Mac humored.
They all chuckled with laughter.
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Meanwhile, in another area of the parking lot…
Joni walked slowly with Jack as they conversed.
“When do you leave for school in Israel?” Jack asked.
“Next week. I SOOOO cannot wait,” Joni replied with a voice tone of excitement.
Suddenly, they both stopped almost simultaneously as they reached Joni’s car.
“Um, Joni,” Jack said.
“Yes?” Joni responded.
Jack drew a ring case out of his pocket saying, “No wait, I'm not proposing. Not this early in our relationship.”
“Ohhhh, okay, you sure had me surprised,” Joni said; although she DID know in a way, that Jack was not about to propose to her this soon in their relationship.
“What is it you’re actually up to?” Joni asked with the most curious feeling.
Joni took the ring case from Jack’s hand, opened it, and quoted, “Awww.”
Joni thought this was the most beautiful ring she had ever seen that happened to not be an engagement ring. “This is so beautiful. Are you sure this isn't...”
Knowing what Joni was trying to ask, Jack cut into Joni’s pause saying, “Believe me, Joni. If it were an engagement ring, it would be far more beautiful. It's a promise ring.”
Jack placed the ring on Joni's finger.
“Break this promise, and I'll break you,” Joni quoted.
“I believe it,” Jack replied. “With you being a black belt, I believe you’re capable.”
Jack and Joni kissed passionately…
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‘Story one is a dedication to CASSIE BERNALD and RACHEAL SCOTT, who boldly confessed to having accepted Jesus Christ into their lives at gun point before shot and killed at Columbine High School in the spring of 1999. Your honor and courage will never be forgotten. …wish you could somehow read this and see how we’re still encouraging everyone to erase the hate…’
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