get revenge. At that, his alarm clock ringing madly on his dresser wakes him up. “Man, I better stop eating pizza before bed, what a dream.” His mother had looked the same as he remembers her: a medium-sized, light-skinned African American woman with long black hair flowing down to the shoulders. His subconscious mind even had her height of five foot, nine correct. The only thing that was off was the multicolored robes she wore. Well, no point in thinking about a pizza- induced nightmare; time to get up and get about my daily chores
It's 1 p.m. on the West Side of Chicago on Madison Street. Bill, Psycho, Red, Alfonso and six other officers are getting ready to stage a raid on an electronics store.
“All right, Red, Alfonso, Clark, Bruce and Hal come with me through the front. Psycho, you take the rest around back and make sure nobody leaves the store; when you get in position let me know. Okay gentlemen, let’s do this.”
They move in through the front door quickly taking control of the shop with precise ease. Most of these guys are just your average Joes trying to make a living. He didn't anticipate any resistance of any type from the Asian shop owner, workers or African American security guard.
“All right Hal, lock that front door, and get those customers up against the wall. I want them searched and patted down for any weapons. Bruce, cut the wire to that camera and make sure there are no other ones around.”
The store owner Mr. Yei, a short Japanese American, comes from behind the counter to get an explanation as to what's going on.
“Your being served a search warrant for selling drugs Mr. Yie.”
“This is bullshit! I've never sold drugs in my life. You won't find any drugs here, go ahead and search. Red, he says we won't find any drugs here. HA, ha, ha, ha, okay, then what's this behind the counter here?”
“Red pulls a number of dime bags from behind the counter. Any thing interesting on any of those customers yet?”
“Yeah, the guy here has an outstanding warrant for assaulting an officer and Mr. Michael Larson here is wanted for drug dealing. Hey Bill, it must be our lucky day, I found some more drugs here in this guy’s pockets.”
“Good, load them up and let the others out and lock the door again. Red, get all the money in the cash registers.”
“Wait, you can’t do this; it is illegal and this is my store. I earn all this money you crook.”
Well, he's shocked, guess the store owner does have some balls after all.
“Look here Mr. Yie, you've been given the search warrant and I guess you understand what's going on here. Now let’s look at this from a logical perspective. You can live through this and claim it on your insurance or you can get crazy and end up in the hospital and still get ripped off.”
“This isn’t right. I pay my taxes! You’re supposed to protect us from thugs
“Everyone’s got to pay their rent money Mr. Yie, and it's your turn right now.”
Bill sees that a bit more force is needed to get the proper respect here. He does not care for hitting elderly Asian men, but fear can be a healthy thing. He does not plan to kill anyone here, but they need to think he may go that far. Bill hit's the old man square in the chest, sending him flying 15 feet backward.
“All right, listen up, this is Wild Bill talking! Anybody else who's got a problem can come over here and take it up with me right now.” Well, he didn't seem to have any takers, not that he expected any.
“Hey Psycho, how we looking back there?”
“All clear out here, Bill.”
“ All right, we've got what we came for here; let’s head back to the station.”
Clark and Hall grab DVD players, digital cameras, cell phones, Mp3 players and other electronic equipment, wrapping them up in black bags. Bill loves this type of work, busting drug dealers and looking like a hero to the masses while being a sheep in wolf’s clothing.
After they load up the shop owner’s son and two African
It's 1 p.m. on the West Side of Chicago on Madison Street. Bill, Psycho, Red, Alfonso and six other officers are getting ready to stage a raid on an electronics store.
“All right, Red, Alfonso, Clark, Bruce and Hal come with me through the front. Psycho, you take the rest around back and make sure nobody leaves the store; when you get in position let me know. Okay gentlemen, let’s do this.”
They move in through the front door quickly taking control of the shop with precise ease. Most of these guys are just your average Joes trying to make a living. He didn't anticipate any resistance of any type from the Asian shop owner, workers or African American security guard.
“All right Hal, lock that front door, and get those customers up against the wall. I want them searched and patted down for any weapons. Bruce, cut the wire to that camera and make sure there are no other ones around.”
The store owner Mr. Yei, a short Japanese American, comes from behind the counter to get an explanation as to what's going on.
“Your being served a search warrant for selling drugs Mr. Yie.”
“This is bullshit! I've never sold drugs in my life. You won't find any drugs here, go ahead and search. Red, he says we won't find any drugs here. HA, ha, ha, ha, okay, then what's this behind the counter here?”
“Red pulls a number of dime bags from behind the counter. Any thing interesting on any of those customers yet?”
“Yeah, the guy here has an outstanding warrant for assaulting an officer and Mr. Michael Larson here is wanted for drug dealing. Hey Bill, it must be our lucky day, I found some more drugs here in this guy’s pockets.”
“Good, load them up and let the others out and lock the door again. Red, get all the money in the cash registers.”
“Wait, you can’t do this; it is illegal and this is my store. I earn all this money you crook.”
Well, he's shocked, guess the store owner does have some balls after all.
“Look here Mr. Yie, you've been given the search warrant and I guess you understand what's going on here. Now let’s look at this from a logical perspective. You can live through this and claim it on your insurance or you can get crazy and end up in the hospital and still get ripped off.”
“This isn’t right. I pay my taxes! You’re supposed to protect us from thugs
“Everyone’s got to pay their rent money Mr. Yie, and it's your turn right now.”
Bill sees that a bit more force is needed to get the proper respect here. He does not care for hitting elderly Asian men, but fear can be a healthy thing. He does not plan to kill anyone here, but they need to think he may go that far. Bill hit's the old man square in the chest, sending him flying 15 feet backward.
“All right, listen up, this is Wild Bill talking! Anybody else who's got a problem can come over here and take it up with me right now.” Well, he didn't seem to have any takers, not that he expected any.
“Hey Psycho, how we looking back there?”
“All clear out here, Bill.”
“ All right, we've got what we came for here; let’s head back to the station.”
Clark and Hall grab DVD players, digital cameras, cell phones, Mp3 players and other electronic equipment, wrapping them up in black bags. Bill loves this type of work, busting drug dealers and looking like a hero to the masses while being a sheep in wolf’s clothing.
After they load up the shop owner’s son and two African
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