your honor,” the prosecutor stated.
“Your honor, I have only one witness to question. In lieu of a recess, and in an effort to please the court, may I call my witness and possibly wrap this up?” Kurt asked.
“One?” the judge asked.
“Yes Sir,” Kurt responded.
The judge turned toward the prosecutor. The prosecutor shrugged his shoulders.
“I have no objections,” the prosecutor sighed.
“Very well. My time, the court’s time, is precious. In an effort to expedite this trial, we will continue. Call your witness,” the judge stated.
“Your honor, I call Special Agent Randall Blackburn,” Kurt said as he turned to face the agent.
“Oh yeah. This is going to be good ,” Avery whispered.
Personally, I couldn’t imagine it being any better than it was. I realized I didn’t fully understand all of the intricacies of the law the way Avery did, but from what I’d seen, Kurt was butchering the prosecution. His way of obtaining the answers he wanted from the witnesses was without much fault.
“Let’s take a ten minute recess for the bathroom,” the judge said as he looked up at the clock.
“2:13. I ask that everyone return to my courtroom no later than 2:13,” the judge said as he studied the clock.
“I just want this to be over,” Sydney sighed as the US Marshall led the jury from the room.
“It’ll be over pretty soon,” I responded.
“Those fucking ATF agents,” Axton whispered.
I turned to my left to face Axton and leaned forward, resting my hands on my thighs.
“Rotten pricks. I’d like to line every one of them up, and do the world a favor by killing each and every one of ‘em,” he hissed.
“Be careful,” I whispered as I raised one eyebrow and glanced along the ranks of Sinners seated in the courtroom, “there might be one amongst us.”
“Not in my club,” he said as he shook his head, “I guarantee it.”
OTIS
With a shaved head, a twelve inch long beard, and his arms covered in tattoos, Special Agent Blackburn appeared to be a biker, not an ATF agent. Sitting on the witness stand, he looked like he was pulled from the yard in prison, fitted with some fancy dress clothes, and placed in the court room. Studying him caused me to realize how little a person really knows about who it is at his side.
“Agent Blackburn, how many years have you been with the ATF, as an agent?” Kurt asked.
“Eighteen,” Blackburn responded.
In your eighteen years, have you worked in the field in an undercover capacity?” Kurt asked.
“Yes, most of my career has been undercover,” Blackburn nodded.
“Generally speaking, when you work undercover, do you wear some form of electronic listening device - a wire ?” Kurt asked.
“We try to. It isn’t something that can always be done, but if possible, yes,” Blackburn responded as he adjusted himself in the seat.
Kurt nodded his head, “Is it done to preserve, or more accurately, to support your investigation?”
Blackburn sat up straight in his seat and spoke directly into the microphone, “Yes. The recordings support the agent’s testimony, and provide corroboration in court of the events described in the investigation and in the daily reports.”
“So wearing a wire sounds like it’s a procedural matter. Is that correct?” Kurt asked as he stepped to the side of the lectern.
“Yes Sir, it is,” Blackburn responded.
“Thank you for clearing that up, Special Agent Blackburn,” Kurt said in a somewhat sarcastic tone as he took a step toward the witness stand.
Kurt stepped to the side of the lectern and placed his hands on his hips. “How many times did you ask the defendant if he would retaliate against the Hell’s Fury before he responded in a manner contrary to law?”
“Two,” Blackburn responded in a matter of fact tone.
“Two?” Kurt asked, the tone of his voice filled with annoyance.
“Yes, two,” Blackburn nodded.
Kurt slowly raised his hands in the air and turned his palms
“Your honor, I have only one witness to question. In lieu of a recess, and in an effort to please the court, may I call my witness and possibly wrap this up?” Kurt asked.
“One?” the judge asked.
“Yes Sir,” Kurt responded.
The judge turned toward the prosecutor. The prosecutor shrugged his shoulders.
“I have no objections,” the prosecutor sighed.
“Very well. My time, the court’s time, is precious. In an effort to expedite this trial, we will continue. Call your witness,” the judge stated.
“Your honor, I call Special Agent Randall Blackburn,” Kurt said as he turned to face the agent.
“Oh yeah. This is going to be good ,” Avery whispered.
Personally, I couldn’t imagine it being any better than it was. I realized I didn’t fully understand all of the intricacies of the law the way Avery did, but from what I’d seen, Kurt was butchering the prosecution. His way of obtaining the answers he wanted from the witnesses was without much fault.
“Let’s take a ten minute recess for the bathroom,” the judge said as he looked up at the clock.
“2:13. I ask that everyone return to my courtroom no later than 2:13,” the judge said as he studied the clock.
“I just want this to be over,” Sydney sighed as the US Marshall led the jury from the room.
“It’ll be over pretty soon,” I responded.
“Those fucking ATF agents,” Axton whispered.
I turned to my left to face Axton and leaned forward, resting my hands on my thighs.
“Rotten pricks. I’d like to line every one of them up, and do the world a favor by killing each and every one of ‘em,” he hissed.
“Be careful,” I whispered as I raised one eyebrow and glanced along the ranks of Sinners seated in the courtroom, “there might be one amongst us.”
“Not in my club,” he said as he shook his head, “I guarantee it.”
OTIS
With a shaved head, a twelve inch long beard, and his arms covered in tattoos, Special Agent Blackburn appeared to be a biker, not an ATF agent. Sitting on the witness stand, he looked like he was pulled from the yard in prison, fitted with some fancy dress clothes, and placed in the court room. Studying him caused me to realize how little a person really knows about who it is at his side.
“Agent Blackburn, how many years have you been with the ATF, as an agent?” Kurt asked.
“Eighteen,” Blackburn responded.
In your eighteen years, have you worked in the field in an undercover capacity?” Kurt asked.
“Yes, most of my career has been undercover,” Blackburn nodded.
“Generally speaking, when you work undercover, do you wear some form of electronic listening device - a wire ?” Kurt asked.
“We try to. It isn’t something that can always be done, but if possible, yes,” Blackburn responded as he adjusted himself in the seat.
Kurt nodded his head, “Is it done to preserve, or more accurately, to support your investigation?”
Blackburn sat up straight in his seat and spoke directly into the microphone, “Yes. The recordings support the agent’s testimony, and provide corroboration in court of the events described in the investigation and in the daily reports.”
“So wearing a wire sounds like it’s a procedural matter. Is that correct?” Kurt asked as he stepped to the side of the lectern.
“Yes Sir, it is,” Blackburn responded.
“Thank you for clearing that up, Special Agent Blackburn,” Kurt said in a somewhat sarcastic tone as he took a step toward the witness stand.
Kurt stepped to the side of the lectern and placed his hands on his hips. “How many times did you ask the defendant if he would retaliate against the Hell’s Fury before he responded in a manner contrary to law?”
“Two,” Blackburn responded in a matter of fact tone.
“Two?” Kurt asked, the tone of his voice filled with annoyance.
“Yes, two,” Blackburn nodded.
Kurt slowly raised his hands in the air and turned his palms
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