another plus. He looked directly into the eyes of the cop facing him; panic filled them. He had finally realized the situation he and his partner were in. Joe winked, the cop blinked, and Joe moved. He swept his hand down and with one fast and quick flick of his wrist, removed the young cop’s pistol and pointed it back at him.
“Whoa, old dude’s got moves!” said the gang leader, bouncing up and down with excitement.
“Dang, bro. That was some serious ninja shit!” said another gang member.
The older cop knew he had lost control. His gun swung between the gang leader and Joe. The younger cop was pleading with Joe, his eyes saying more than any words could ever convey.
“Would you guys mind if we made a move?” Joe asked the gang leader. “We’ve got buses to catch.”
“Are you kidding me!” shouted the older cop.
Joe looked around to the other passengers, only ten remained, the others having decided to get completely out of the area.
“You’re going nowhere!” commanded the older cop, aiming his pistol firmly at Joe.
The gang moved all their attention to the older cop, all five of their weapons directed at him.
“You go get your bus, man,” said the leader. “We’ll deal with these dudes. Two less killer cops will do everybody some good.”
The gang leader stepped over to the younger cop and placed his gun on his temple addressing the older cop. “Put the gun down, or your partner here won’t be your partner no more.”
The older cop lowered his weapon although refused to relinquish it.
“We got this,” said the gang leader ominously.
“Do me a favor, wait until we’re out of the way before you do anything?” asked Joe, nodding towards his fellow passengers.
“We’ve got some teaching to do before we do anything like that. Don’t worry, these bitches won’t be bothering you no more.”
Joe waved for the remaining passengers to start walking, and they did so nervously, giving the gang and the police officers a wide berth. The elderly lady looked down at her case.
“I’ll be right behind you,” said Joe. “I’m going to help these young gentlemen. Go ahead, quickly,” he urged, “you’re gonna miss your buses.”
Joe stepped across to the older cop as the passengers scurried away, reaching out to take his pistol from him. The older cop pulled his hand away. Joe looked at him.
“Give it up,” he said.
“They’re going to kill us!” the cop pleaded.
Joe shrugged. The gang leader laughed along with the rest of the gang.
Joe spun round and punched the gang leader full force in the mouth. All had relaxed their stance, assuming Joe was on their side and the cops were disarmed. Hands began to rise, their pistols moving towards Joe. Sandy launched herself at one gang member, her teeth digging deep into his gun hand while Joe spun and dealt with another. A crushing roundhouse caught him on the chin and sent him crashing onto the sidewalk. The older cop, on a wink from Joe, brought his weapon up to bear.
“Put the guns down!” He leveled his weapon at the two remaining gang members before they had a chance to aim their pistols. With their leader on the ground missing numerous teeth and another two writhing in agony, they did as commanded.
Joe tossed the younger cop his pistol, picked up the elderly lady’s suitcase, whistled for Sandy, and walked after the group of passengers.
“Hey!” shouted the younger cop.
“Don’t mention it,” said Joe with a wave, not bothering to look back. He had a bus to catch.
Chapter 11
The Oval Office
Clay was in his office at 2.47 a.m. Sleep had evaded him and he had spent the night trying not to think about the threats to his daughters. News channels were playing out the unrest across the nation. Major cities were struggling to cope with the vast crowds that had gathered to protest. It was no surprise the worst trouble spots were Atlanta, Georgia and Ferguson, Missouri as black Americans reacted to the senseless
“Whoa, old dude’s got moves!” said the gang leader, bouncing up and down with excitement.
“Dang, bro. That was some serious ninja shit!” said another gang member.
The older cop knew he had lost control. His gun swung between the gang leader and Joe. The younger cop was pleading with Joe, his eyes saying more than any words could ever convey.
“Would you guys mind if we made a move?” Joe asked the gang leader. “We’ve got buses to catch.”
“Are you kidding me!” shouted the older cop.
Joe looked around to the other passengers, only ten remained, the others having decided to get completely out of the area.
“You’re going nowhere!” commanded the older cop, aiming his pistol firmly at Joe.
The gang moved all their attention to the older cop, all five of their weapons directed at him.
“You go get your bus, man,” said the leader. “We’ll deal with these dudes. Two less killer cops will do everybody some good.”
The gang leader stepped over to the younger cop and placed his gun on his temple addressing the older cop. “Put the gun down, or your partner here won’t be your partner no more.”
The older cop lowered his weapon although refused to relinquish it.
“We got this,” said the gang leader ominously.
“Do me a favor, wait until we’re out of the way before you do anything?” asked Joe, nodding towards his fellow passengers.
“We’ve got some teaching to do before we do anything like that. Don’t worry, these bitches won’t be bothering you no more.”
Joe waved for the remaining passengers to start walking, and they did so nervously, giving the gang and the police officers a wide berth. The elderly lady looked down at her case.
“I’ll be right behind you,” said Joe. “I’m going to help these young gentlemen. Go ahead, quickly,” he urged, “you’re gonna miss your buses.”
Joe stepped across to the older cop as the passengers scurried away, reaching out to take his pistol from him. The older cop pulled his hand away. Joe looked at him.
“Give it up,” he said.
“They’re going to kill us!” the cop pleaded.
Joe shrugged. The gang leader laughed along with the rest of the gang.
Joe spun round and punched the gang leader full force in the mouth. All had relaxed their stance, assuming Joe was on their side and the cops were disarmed. Hands began to rise, their pistols moving towards Joe. Sandy launched herself at one gang member, her teeth digging deep into his gun hand while Joe spun and dealt with another. A crushing roundhouse caught him on the chin and sent him crashing onto the sidewalk. The older cop, on a wink from Joe, brought his weapon up to bear.
“Put the guns down!” He leveled his weapon at the two remaining gang members before they had a chance to aim their pistols. With their leader on the ground missing numerous teeth and another two writhing in agony, they did as commanded.
Joe tossed the younger cop his pistol, picked up the elderly lady’s suitcase, whistled for Sandy, and walked after the group of passengers.
“Hey!” shouted the younger cop.
“Don’t mention it,” said Joe with a wave, not bothering to look back. He had a bus to catch.
Chapter 11
The Oval Office
Clay was in his office at 2.47 a.m. Sleep had evaded him and he had spent the night trying not to think about the threats to his daughters. News channels were playing out the unrest across the nation. Major cities were struggling to cope with the vast crowds that had gathered to protest. It was no surprise the worst trouble spots were Atlanta, Georgia and Ferguson, Missouri as black Americans reacted to the senseless
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