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<blockquote data-quote="broghammerj" data-source="post: 2409867" data-attributes="member: 1869"><p><strong>Chapter 2 "It's not delivery......."</strong></p><p></p><p>With seemingly little to work with Drew and Cyrus hit the streets working on leads. A missing vagrant, strange insects, and multiple motives to kill a judge add up to a whole lot of nothing. The investigation seems to run dry but then an unrelated case has obvious ties to the Arthur murder.</p><p></p><p>MCOPS is summoned to the scene of a highly publicized robbery/murder. A pizza delivery boy named, John Sampson took two shotgun slugs to the chest as a branch of Hungry Howie's Pizza was robbed. A couple of local kids hanging outside the store recognized the pimped out 1984 Chevy Caprice. Who could miss the metallic purple car with 20 inch tires on chrome spinner rims. That kind of flash belonged to the one and only neighborhood thug, Tyrone Wallace. Cyrus leaned into the local kids real hard for info. They were mute knowing what happened to those who ratted out Tyrone. Cyrus flashed his badge and laid some threats of doing hard time in the joint. Little Tommie began singing like a school girl. A few tears latter and the assault squad was ready to roll up on Wallace's crib.</p><p></p><p>The place was pretty low key and it looked like Tyrone was home. Car parked out front and not much movement. Cyrus was ready to do it the old fashioned way.....guns drawn and the door kicked in. Drew on the other hand took things with a little more grace. Sneak in through the back, assess the targets, and neutralize the threats. Jake was there to provide cover fire and back up.</p><p></p><p>Front door: Bam!!! "MCOPS! Nobody moves!"</p><p></p><p>"Screw you pig!" Famous last words. A couple of shots from Cyrus and the young punk paid his dues. Jake rolled into an adjacent room. A woman and child sat before him cowering under the drawn pistol. Drew, hearing shots was on the move. The butt of his shotgun smashed the back door lock revealing a landing up to the back kitchen and down to the basement. The shuffling of feet from below was met with, Kaboom! Kaboom! Two rounds to the chest and another ganger goes down. Drew and Cyrus had them in a crossfire. The punks continued to exchange shot but they eventually went down. Cyrus took a grazing shot to his shoulder. Jake's intincts took over. Patching people up was what he did best. Not many remained alive and no Tyrone. The only hood with half a brain, Clive Russel, quickly gave up. Wallace was at a crack house down the street, holing up until things blew over.</p><p></p><p>Drew, "Time to roll." The house was delapidated. Windows were boarded up, the roof gaved in, and the upstairs had previously been set ablaze. The only way in was through a hole in the boarded up front door. Guns drawn, the approach to the house was interrupted with a "chit chit chit" A large rattle snake sat sunning himself on the sidewalk. With quick thinking a box thrown by Jake minimized the roadblock.</p><p></p><p>Entering the house was a grizzly scene. A large python crawled from beneath the front door. Within the house hundreds of snakes slithered in and out of crevices. In the middle of the floor was the bloated body of a naked man. A constrictor was already trying to make him a meal having consumed half of his arm in one big gulp. The body was riddled with bites. His death hadn't come quickly enough. This was Tyrone Wallace. His accomplice was found around the corner, naked on the stairs, bound, gagged, and choked to death by a constrictor around his neck. Again thousands of scraps of papers littered the floor. "I am the way to eternal pain." In the kitchen was a bag with $1200 from the robbery, a few empty forties, some half eaten McDonalds, and the men's clothes neatly folded into piles. If the snakes hadn't got them the food surely would have. A few questions from the neighbors revealed that a black van had pulled up and several men got out. Soon they were unloading boxes into the house and they suddenly took off as fast as they came.</p><p></p><p><strong><u>Questions remaining to be answered??????? </u> </strong> </p><p>How could the scraps of paper seemingly connect the two murders?</p><p>What was the motive for both crimes?</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="broghammerj, post: 2409867, member: 1869"] [b]Chapter 2 "It's not delivery......."[/b] With seemingly little to work with Drew and Cyrus hit the streets working on leads. A missing vagrant, strange insects, and multiple motives to kill a judge add up to a whole lot of nothing. The investigation seems to run dry but then an unrelated case has obvious ties to the Arthur murder. MCOPS is summoned to the scene of a highly publicized robbery/murder. A pizza delivery boy named, John Sampson took two shotgun slugs to the chest as a branch of Hungry Howie's Pizza was robbed. A couple of local kids hanging outside the store recognized the pimped out 1984 Chevy Caprice. Who could miss the metallic purple car with 20 inch tires on chrome spinner rims. That kind of flash belonged to the one and only neighborhood thug, Tyrone Wallace. Cyrus leaned into the local kids real hard for info. They were mute knowing what happened to those who ratted out Tyrone. Cyrus flashed his badge and laid some threats of doing hard time in the joint. Little Tommie began singing like a school girl. A few tears latter and the assault squad was ready to roll up on Wallace's crib. The place was pretty low key and it looked like Tyrone was home. Car parked out front and not much movement. Cyrus was ready to do it the old fashioned way.....guns drawn and the door kicked in. Drew on the other hand took things with a little more grace. Sneak in through the back, assess the targets, and neutralize the threats. Jake was there to provide cover fire and back up. Front door: Bam!!! "MCOPS! Nobody moves!" "Screw you pig!" Famous last words. A couple of shots from Cyrus and the young punk paid his dues. Jake rolled into an adjacent room. A woman and child sat before him cowering under the drawn pistol. Drew, hearing shots was on the move. The butt of his shotgun smashed the back door lock revealing a landing up to the back kitchen and down to the basement. The shuffling of feet from below was met with, Kaboom! Kaboom! Two rounds to the chest and another ganger goes down. Drew and Cyrus had them in a crossfire. The punks continued to exchange shot but they eventually went down. Cyrus took a grazing shot to his shoulder. Jake's intincts took over. Patching people up was what he did best. Not many remained alive and no Tyrone. The only hood with half a brain, Clive Russel, quickly gave up. Wallace was at a crack house down the street, holing up until things blew over. Drew, "Time to roll." The house was delapidated. Windows were boarded up, the roof gaved in, and the upstairs had previously been set ablaze. The only way in was through a hole in the boarded up front door. Guns drawn, the approach to the house was interrupted with a "chit chit chit" A large rattle snake sat sunning himself on the sidewalk. With quick thinking a box thrown by Jake minimized the roadblock. Entering the house was a grizzly scene. A large python crawled from beneath the front door. Within the house hundreds of snakes slithered in and out of crevices. In the middle of the floor was the bloated body of a naked man. A constrictor was already trying to make him a meal having consumed half of his arm in one big gulp. The body was riddled with bites. His death hadn't come quickly enough. This was Tyrone Wallace. His accomplice was found around the corner, naked on the stairs, bound, gagged, and choked to death by a constrictor around his neck. Again thousands of scraps of papers littered the floor. "I am the way to eternal pain." In the kitchen was a bag with $1200 from the robbery, a few empty forties, some half eaten McDonalds, and the men's clothes neatly folded into piles. If the snakes hadn't got them the food surely would have. A few questions from the neighbors revealed that a black van had pulled up and several men got out. Soon they were unloading boxes into the house and they suddenly took off as fast as they came. [B][U]Questions remaining to be answered??????? [/U] [/B] How could the scraps of paper seemingly connect the two murders? What was the motive for both crimes? [/QUOTE]
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