Justice

The stage was set. It is the 2nd day of the city riots. Several buildings have been burned to the ground. Several stores have been looted. The streets are littered with the wreckage from the riots. The citizens are in a frenzy, and the city is in unrest. Citizens are still marching and protesting the death of an unarmed black man, Harold Smith, by the hands of Officer Sam Green. Meanwhile, Sargeant Wachowski stands at his podium and readies his S.W.A.T. team of ten officers, nine white and one black, in Precinct 9. After the death of Harry, three officers were brutally murdered by an unknown assailant. They are alone because all of the officers are on protest duty. “Ok, gentlemen. We have a perimeter around the city, so he can’t get far,” Wachowski says to his officers. “We have to be vigilant. Those savages are out there, and they are relentless,” he continues. Suddenly, he receives a call on his walkie-talkie. “Sargeant, are you there? It’s Smith,” the voice on the walkie says. “Yes, I’m here. What’s going on, Smith?” Wachowski replies. “We found Officer Green in his home…someone…they got him,” Smith replies. Wachowski curses loudly and punches his podium. The other officers are mumbling to themselves and shaking their heads. “Those fuckin animals!” one of the officers screams out. “The paramedics are en route, and we have the entire neighborhood roped off,” Smith says. Wachowski regains his composure and replies, “Good, good. Stay safe. I’m on the way with a S.W.A.T. team.” He clicks the walkie off and looks at his officers. “Men…we are dealing with some serious shit. Keep your head on a swivel and stay focused!” Wachowski yells. The officers reply in agreement and stand up. “Everyone knows the plan. Let’s move out,” Wachowski says. They all leave out the back of the precinct. Five of the officers get in one S.W.A.T. truck and five in another. Wachowski gets the first truck. The convoy leaves the station and drives into the busy and filthy street. Some protesters see them and begin to shout and throw things at the truck. “Fuckin cowards,” the drive of the first truck says. They drive past the protesters and get on the highway. While on the road, Wachowski says, “Ok. The first truck will take exit 3, and we’re going to Green’s house.” The trucks take their respective exits. Wachowski’s truck reaches Officer Green’s neighborhood. Tons of residents are outside of their house. Some are protesting, and others are watching. The truck pulls into Officer Greens’ driveway. Wachowski and his men hop out. He walks inside the house with one officer, and the other 4 stand outside to control the crowd. As they enter the house, they see Officer Smith and a few other officers. Smith is visibly shaken. Wachowski looks at him and says, “Where is he?” Smith slowly points to Green’s bedroom. Wachowski nods and walks towards the room. He enters the room, and his jaw drops. He sees Officer Green sprawled on his bed, naked. His stomach has been cut open, from neck to crotch. Blood and guts cover his bed. “Son of a bitch!” Wachowski says as he punches the wall. He retches for a few seconds then walks out of the room. “Are the paramedics here yet?” he asks Officer Smith. Smith replies, “Yeah…they just got here.” Wachowski finds a chair and sits down. “One dead nigger caused all of this? What world are we living in?” Wachowski says as he looks down. Officer Smith shakes his head and replies, “I don’t know, man. I don’t fuckin know.” Wachowski sighs and gets up. “We are going to catch this lunatic. I have a S.W.A.T. going to the last crime scene. Where is Green’s family?” Wachowski says to Smith. Smith replies, “We secured them in a hotel out of town. They don’t know about this yet.” Wachowski shakes his head and looks at the S.W.A.T. officer and says, “Check on your partners.” The S.W.A.T. officer nods and gets on his walkie. “This is Officer Mitchell calling for Unit 5.” There is no response. “Unit 5. Respond.” There is no response. Mitchell looks at Wachowski curiously. Wachowski grabs the walkie and yells, “Unit 5! This is Wachowski, respond!” Suddenly, there is a breaking news report on Green’s T.V. All of the officers look at the T.V. The news reporter says, “This just in. A S.W.A.T. TRUCK belonging to Precinct 9 was just run off the road and into Bass Lake. They have been submerged for about 20 minutes. We are hoping for the best. We will keep updating you as more information comes in.” All of the officers in the house watch the T.V. in complete shock. Wachowski sits back down with a look of utter astonishment on his face. All of the officers look on. After a few seconds of silence, Wachowski stands up. He says, “Gentlemen…I’ve been at this precinct for over two decades, and this is beyond anything I’ve ever experienced.” He sighs and starts to walk out of the house. The paramedics appear and walk past him with a stretcher. They reach the room, and one of them throws up. Wachowski sees that and shakes his head. “Let’s go, Mitchell,” Wachowski says. He and Mitchell leave the house. Outside, Mitchell asks, “What are we going to do?” Wachowski shrugs and replies, “Our job.” Wachowski addresses the other S.W.A.T. officers, and they all get back inside the truck. Wachowski sits next to the driver this time, a black officer. The driver starts the truck and says, “I don’t know if you heard, but some protesters just set the precinct on fire. I just got the call.” Wachowski looks at him, defeated. He sighs and replies, “Of fuckin course they did.” The driver leaves the driveway and drives off. While driving, Wachowski stares out the window. He sees heavy smoke billowing from the city. “What happened? When did we lose power? When did we become the weak ones?” he says. The driver looks forward. “I used to walk into neighborhoods, and these niggers would fall in line. They feared us. Now, they matter,” Wachowski says. The driver looks over at him in disgust. He replies, “That’s why this is happening. Because of motherfuckers like you.” Wachowski looks at him in shock. “Growing up, officers like you used to come around and harass us, beat us and just outright humiliate us. That’s why I became a cop. To stop that shit. To be the difference,” the driver says. Wachowski chuckles and replies, “You think you’re the first nigger to try and be Captain Save A Cop? Huh? This city NEEDS cops like M.E. because you and your little nappy-headed homeboys think you run shit. I RUN SHIT! Don’t you ever forget that, boy!” The driver grimaces and shakes his head. Wachowski sees this and says, “That’s exactly what I fuckin thought.” After a while, he reaches the back of the precinct. Wachowski is in shock and looks around. The precinct is still standing. He looks at the driver and says, “Motherfucker, you said…” Suddenly, the driver swiftly grabs his taser from his hip and holds it on Wachowski’s neck until he passes out. “Fuck you, cracka,” the driver says. He holsters his taser and slides open the partition open. He says to the officers in the back, “Hey, we’re at the precinct. Wachowski says to wait, just to be safe.” They oblige, and he closes the partition. Before he gets out, he grabs six grenades from under the dashboard and holsters four of them. He walks around to the passenger door, opens it, and throws Wachowski over his shoulder. He sets him down by a pole, cuffs him around the pole then slaps him awake. Wachowski wakes up suddenly. “Wha..hey..what the hell!?” he yells in confusion. He looks up at the driver, who is smiling at him. The driver shows the other two grenades to him and says, “Watch.” He walks over to the back of the truck. He unlocks it but doesn’t open it. Wachowski watches in horror. The driver holds the door with one hand and unpins the grenades with his mouth. He counts to two, then swiftly opens the door, throws the grenades in, and closes it back. He moves away from the truck. The officers inside scream then the grenades go off. Wachowski screams, “Heeeeeellp! Someone! Heeeeellllp!!!!!” The driver walks up to him and kicks him in his mouth twice. Wachowski spits out some teeth and blood. He slowly lifts his head, looks at the driver, and says, “You black piece of shit.” The driver kneels, looks him dead in his eyes, pulls out a knife, and drives in into his chest. He slowly drags the knife down his stomach as he wails in pain and dies. He pulls the knife out and says, “That’s what I thought, boy.” The driver stands up and holsters his knife then looks directly into a security camera attached to the precinct. He then takes off his S.W.A.T. uniform. He is now wearing a black t-shirt. He pulls out his phone and makes a call. “Hello? Yeah. I just took care of Precinct 9. Ok, gotcha.” He hangs up his phone, puts it in his pocket. He then takes the remaining four grenades, and one by one, he unpins them throws them into the precinct. After he throws the last one, he sprints from behind the precinct to the street with the protesters, and it begins to explode. A few protesters see him running and cheer. A few officers seem him and chase after him. Other protesters are watching the precinct burn down while cheering and throwing things at it. More officers arrive and begin to control the crowd.

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