by D Mann
“Back in the days after the cracka slaughtered the Indians, the United States government decided to pay reparations to the Indians for the crimes committed against them,” DA told. “Most of the crackas got pissed when they heard about these reparations so the government allowed the crackas to put their names on a list that was solely intended for Indian reparations. The government charged the crackas five dollars and that sir is what the fuck a five dollar Indian is.”
“Dirty muthafu…,” Fingers yelled, before he was interrupted. “And Mr. Whiteclo ud here is no different from the rest of ‘em,” Ronald spoke, taking back over the conversation. “Another conniving azz honkie. He was one of the longest tenured commission members during his reign, and that’s exactly what it was; his reign. He was definitely one of the power wielding members. He was marked for having what the files quoted as Heavy Influence.”
Ronald grabbed another picture from a folder and placed it on the corkboard next to John
Whitecloud’s.
“This she devil here,” Ronald said, pointin g at the picture of the white woman. “Her name is Susan Whitmore or as she was appropriately called back then, Susan Whoremore. It was said that her only true crime was sleeping with anyone breathing. She was queen of pillow talk, which most believe was the reason someone tried to Marilyn Monroe her. Also the reason we believe someone big went out their way to have her spared. Two hit men were found D.O.A in her home. She disappeared only to resurface for a grand jury indictment of a then Sergeant Dirk Holloway where she couldn’t recall a thing.”
“Sounds like somebody saved her from a hit,” Pockets inputted. “The question is why?”
“She was a secret keeper,” Kid Bags divulged, grabbing everyone’s attention. “Whatchu’ mean,” Bloodstone asked, perplexed about the statement. “The bitch be keeping niggas secrets?”
“Naw. I remember this case vividly,” Kid Bags continued. “She was called the secret keeper because she had dirt on everybody…and I mean everybody. She knew who the dope heads and trisexuals were. She knew who liked little boys and girls. She had the dirt on everything from murders committed by crooked cops to every penny stolen by a banker. This broad had more power than a little. She was considered one of the most powerful devils in Los Angeles back then.”
“It’s all hearsay but they say she got a heads up on the hit and had her own welcoming committee greet those two amateurs,” Nap Bags inserted. “It was never proven but it was believed that she personally poisoned the man who sponsored the hit on her life.”
“Our files must have missed that part,” Sharon said, giving a well done nod to the Bag brothers. “Have any of you ran across the name Henry Robertson anywhere throughout your research?” Kid Bags inquired, searching everyone’s face.
The Officers looked at each other to find no answer. They all shook their heads no. DA and the rest of their crew all looked around searching for a yes while shaking their own head’s no. No one in the room was familiar with the name.
“He was a very rich business man with more than his hands and money deep into the commission,” Nap bags taught. “They always teach you to follow the money…Henry Robertson was the money. He was the major contributing factor to the fall of the Commission and Police League even though the media ignored that entire connection.”
“You said he was,” Dana inserted. “Dude must of wound up dead too.”
“Yeah he was mysteriously poisoned,” Nap bags informed. “Ahh ! The bitch Susan,” Mayhem guessed. The Bag brothers nodded their approval.
“Makes a lot more sense now,” Elliot blurted out, standing and pacing back and forth. “The large recorded amounts of money indicated in the Commission’s legend that never had a source. John Whitecloud simply bought the Commission and now we know who his boss was.”
“Not everyone was in his pocket,” Ronald added, placing another three pictures on the board next to Susan’s photo. “Meet Commission members Ellery Johnson, Ben Brooks and Gary Greyton III. The three most defiant and most threatened members of the Commission. All are still alive. Ben lives in Riverside, Ellery in Encino and Gary in Glendale. We should put a rush on making contact with these people. I think Ben, Ellery and Gary will be our best chance of finding out what the fuck is going on here. We should talk to them first.”
“Just going around asking questions is only gon’ raise suspicion about us so what’s the plan for addressing Ben, Ellery and Gary?” DA asked.
“Belinda and Sharon can po se as reporters doing a piece on a current member of the Commission and redirect the questioning,” Ronald proposed. “We can monitor them from a short distance away in case anymore mercenaries show up to ambush.”
“Let’s not forget the former mayor and co roner, especially the coroner,” Dana reminded “He’s hidden a whole bunch of shit.”
“Oh he won’t be forgiven,” DA prompted. “Got something real nice planned for his ass.”
The team continued to discuss the various measurements of their plans and every man and woman’s individual duties. The time for reckoning was soon approaching.
Chapter 6
House Cleaning Sharon knocked on the door as her, Belinda and Crafty stood patiently waiting for an answer. Crafty held the Panasonic camera on his shoulder while he attempted to peek through the window.
“Even though her car is here it looks like she might be gone,” Belinda whispered, to the group. “Imma check around the back.”
Sharon nodded her head as she gave the doorbell another round of ringing. She spied through the window on her left side; she saw nothing. She was in motion to knock on the door again when it opened. Belinda greeted the unexpecting pair with an alarmed expression.
“Smells like foul play,” Belinda informed, the pair as they stepped through the door. Crafty placed the camera on the floor and drew his weapon from beneath his shirt. Sharon twowayed their suspicions to the rest of the group while pulling her own pistol. The three began searching Ms. Ellery’s house.
It wasn't long before the three searchers found the source of the odor. Ms. Ellery’s body had been stretched out and bound by both her hands and feet. She was murdered in ritualistic fashion in her very own bed. The three covered their noses as they studied the grotesque scene.
“This look like some devil worshipping shit right here,” Crafty acknowledged. “Or a clever cover up,” Sharon concluded, walking out of the bedroom. “Either way we just loss a potential lead.”
The crew could here screeching tires out front, they knew it was the rest of their team about to make entrance.
Sharon appeared in the doorway as the rest of the team approached the front steps. “She's D.O.A,” Sharon informed, DA and Mike who were leading the pack. “And it appears to be too clean even for devil worshippers.”
Mike entered the house followed by DA and the rest of the team. They entered the bedroom in awe noticing the many demonic drawings scrawled across the wall. Ms. Ellery laid tied to her bed post with carvings cut into her chest. The number 666 was cut into each of her exposed breast and her nipples were biting off.
“Sharon’s right,” Mike agreed, eyeing the deceased body. “It's way too clean for a cult killing. Somethings not right with this picture.”
Mike began searching for clues while he canvassed the scene. The rest of the crew continued to look on in amazement
“Fuck it, we ain't got that kinda time to waste. Let's move on to Gary's,” DA urged, making his way back out of the room.
The ten man squad left the house and loaded back into the two trucks with their destination set for Glendale. It wasn't a far distance away.
“Somebody staged that to appear as a cult killing y’all say huh?” DA inquired. “If so, why?” “I don't know. It could just be random,” Sharon responded. “But when it looks staged like that, it's almost impossible not to throw random out the window.”
“Random has no place in this one,” Mike uttered. “And at this point I have no more belief in coincidence.”
“Coincidence never sat well with me either,” Kid Bags joined in.
“Me neither,” Nap Bags agreed. The team rolled along for another fifteen minutes before they arrived at the Glendale address. The sun was just beginning to set when Belinda, Sharon and Crafty emerged from the vehicles.
Sharon approached the front door readying herself to knock, the door was already unlocked and partially left open. Sharon, Belinda and Crafty immediately pulled their weapons entering the premises. The rest of the crew noticed the trio pulled their weapons and quickly emerged from the vehicles themselves. They were right behind the trio as they entered.
The team discovered Gary in a small den in the back of the house. He was dead from one gunshot wound to the head. There was a note left on the table next to the chair Gary’s body sat in indicating Gary had taken his own life. The entire team felt the suicide was bullshit.
“Somebody's cleaning house,” DA shouted, having an epiphany.
“Then we better hurry it up and get to yo’ boy Ben Brooks,” Pockets exclaimed.
“Yeah! Cause old Ben on borrowed time,” Fingers added. “Gary hasn't been dead long either,” Mike spoke, touching two fingers to Gary's neck. “His body still warm. Which means the killers can't be too far ahead of us.”
The team rushed out the house and into the vehicles. They were speeding through traffic attempting to make up for any unknown time that may have been lost. Riverside was quite a distance away. It was possible they could beat the killers there.
“These muthafuckas must be operating off the same list we have,” Crafty guessed.
“It's possible. We only have copies. Somebody else has the originals,” Mike stated. It took the team a little more than a hour to get to Ben’s house. As soon as the team stepped out of the vehicles they could hear and see the exchange of gunfire through the upstairs windows.
“Breach the house!” Mike yelled, heading for the front door. “Take the back!” Belinda, Crafty, Bearilla and Fingers quickly made their way to the back of the house. DA, Dana and Pockets joined Mike at the front door. Kid and Nap Bags used one another to scale the front of the house to make entrance through the bedroom window.
Blah! Blah! Blah! Blah! Blah! Blah! Blah! Ben’s gun sounded off. Ben was crouched down behind his dresser swapping in another clip when Kid and Nap Bags climbed through the window. Out of sheer nervousness Ben fumbled the gun attempting to point it at the Bag brothers.
“We're the good guys,” Kid Bags told, firing his twin pistols towards the bedroom door and forcing a temporary retreat.
“Hurry up and get your pistol loaded and stay right on my hip,” Nap Bags ordered.
“We got Ben!” Nap Bags screamed, into his twoway. “Coming down now!” A barrage of shots began firing off. The shots seemed never ending to Ben as he could hear his home being decimated.
“We're pinned down! We're pinned down!” One of the assailants could be heard screaming. The assailants were trapped outside of Ben’s bedroom and the team were forcing their way up the stairs. Nap Bags motioned with his hands for Ben to stay put and with just a nod of their heads, the brothers sprang into action.
Nap Bags began firing towards the top of the door while Kid Bags slid out in the hallway blazing all in sight.
The assailants were huddled near the corner of the hall desperately trying to stave off the mass attack coming from the bottom of the stairs. Kid Bags’ aim found his targets as he slid against the rail. Nap Bags leapt out of the room with both his pistols exploding and Ben rushed out behind them firing his own pistol again. The guns of the three men chewed through the assailants bodies.
“It's all clear!” Nap Bags called out, glancing over the dead bodies of the assailants. The rest of the team made their way to the top of the stairs where the brothers and Ben stood. Sharon and Mike started searching the bodies for identification or any clues to who they worked for.
“We're definitely gonna have to speed up our timetable,” DA instructed. “Anybody who know anything has obviously been marked for death now.”
“I agree,” Mike conceded. We need to find those addresses for the rest of our targets before these jokers do.”
“Nothing,” Sharon exclaimed, finishing her search of the victims. Let's get Ben back to the compound. With this much gun fire I'm surprise the cops haven't arrived yet.”
“Yeah let's get the fuck outta here,” DA ordered. “Ben you're coming with us.”
“Damn right I am!” Ben conceded. “Somebody just tried to kill me in my own home!” The team rushed out of the house with Ben in tow and back into the trucks. They were being extra cautious to make sure they weren't being followed away from the scene.
“Somebody mind explaining to me please, why someone tried to have me murdered?” Ben asked, irritated and breathing extremely heavy. “Who you are? Why did you rescued me? And from the bottom of my heart; thank you guys. The sons of bitches would have killed me if you guys hadn’t showed up when you did. Again,” Ben continued, taking a deep breath and releasing a deep sigh. “Thank you.”
“The pleasure was ours Ben,” Kid bags said, with a slight smile and pat on the shoulder. “My name is Sharon,” Sharon spoke, taking over the conversation. “We believe you have
information that could unveil the biggest criminal activity this city has ever seen.”
“What information could I possibly have,” Ben asked. “I spend my days quietly minding my own business. I’m a retiree.”
“The information I’m referring to comes from more than twenty years ago sir,” Sharon informed. “When you were a member of the Commission.”
“Is that what this is all about?” Ben replied. “The Commission! They were a bunch of corrupt bastards but what does this have to do with now.”
“Shortly before we arrived at your home we went to one of your ex-colleagues home. A Mr. Gary Greyton III,” Sharon cited.
“Yeah Gary! He was actually one of the incorruptible members,” Ben recalled, thinking back to the old days.
“We found him with a gunshot wound to the right side of his head and a phony suicide letter next to him,” Sharon abreasted.
“What! Not Gary,” Ben murmured, covering his mouth. “Before we found Gary we found a Ms. Ellery Johnson. You don’t even wanna know what condition we found her in,” Sharon warned. “Someone or some group is trying to rid
themselves of a past that’s come back to haunt, and you guys seemed to be a critical piece to the puzzle.”
Ben sat in the solitude of his mind for a moment. The new revelations came as a complete shock to him. Now he was simply processing the new information.
“How can I help y’all?” Ben voiced, seemingly resolved now.
Chapter 7
Buncha’ New Shit “Anybody get th e addresses on our coroner and mayor yet?” DA asked, walking into the break room.
“Sure did,” Ronald replied, spinning away from his laptop. I found your coroner. He’s a resident of Redlands, California. I'm having trouble locating the mayor because he became a governor at one time. I need a special clearance to access this database to get his current address.”
“You can't go through the police database?” DA questioned, now standing at the coffee pot. “Not without alerting them and giving away our position,” Ronald returned. “That's why I'm trying to access this database here. They have one helluva security system, it's very complex.”
“Let me have a look at that blood,” Brazy asked, walking over to Ronald’s laptop. “I'll bet money I can get in it.”
Ronald rose from his chair and pushed it towards Brazy. “Be my guest. It can't hurt to give it a try but like I said, it's very complex. I've been working on this for over a hour now.”
Brazy’s fingers began tapping the keys like a professional typist. Within a couple of minutes of typing Brazy was announcing his victory.
“Here it is now,” Brazy declared, spinning in the chair.
DA took note of the address. “I'll be damned
,” Ronald murmured, staring at the laptop screen. How'd you do that? They have one of the most sophisticated systems on the market.”
The rest of the team quickly gathered around the laptop in awe of Brazy’s talent. “Every security system has a back door to and through its firewalls blood,” Brazy educated. “It's standard for the programmer to keep control. You just have to know it when you see dat shit.”
“Where you learn that at?” Bearilla asked. “In juvenile camp,” Brazy answered. “While they we're teaching us how to create computer programs, this white boy who was locked up wit us taught some of us how to hack. He was using computers in a jailhouse class blood to steal tens of thousands from companies. Funny shit is, that’s what he was in jail for in the first place.”
“Talk about the system making criminals more advanced,” Mike started. “Shit if you can learn that why you not working in Silicon Valley
somewhere?”
“Blood wit a record like mines they ain't fucking wit me,” Brazy answered. Mike nor anyone else in the room could question the validity of Brazy’s statement, everyone knew it was true. Once you had a criminal record, by law you were reinstated to slavery. Mike knew the 13th amendment well. Mike thought of the few black men that he had helped criminalize early in his career when he truly believed the system was fair and solely about getting justice for injustice. He had stop believing in those fantasies long ago. Mike thought to himself, knowing what I know today I would have never arrested some of them brothers for the petty shit I booked them for.
He witnessed first hand how racist the system was inside his very own department and how virtually every white officer was above the law.
“I don't think anyone here would have expected this from you,” Ronald said, reclaiming the laptop momentarily. “But since you have those set of skills see if you can hack this site.”
Brazy took over the laptop and had the site hacked in less than 30 seconds. “You can do what you want with it now blood,” Brazy instructed, raising from the chair. “It's wide open.”