Ihave been on her tail for over 6 months and have been close enough to grab her several times even have a nice little conversation with her about the different beauties of a Vango and Kinkade. Being in the middle of Atlanta airport during a particularly busy thursday in middle of January, made a poor time to lose her back across the border. I could just call the VT. feds but im not real big on leaving them the press and the little old thing of their broken "corrections system". I also just couldn't let my friend here go.
She was a pretty young thing only 22 her father and brother killed by the U.S. FBI during the war. Besaly had been the one who decided to make it a police action. I guess she felt he deserved to die. I never disliked him that much it seems strange to me to decide someone should be be killed with no outside factors. another thing to ask her when we get to the truck.
I stuck out my arm like love sick puppy took it and we began our way out of the building. I didn't want to make a big scene I mean she is still a person and will get enough embaressment er the next three or four weeks. We walked through the large building and she stared up at the high ceilings from day one I've wished she was on our shide shes so very good at blending in. when we came to the door a man offered her an umbrella said he was headed for a warmer climate and a fishing boat. I gave her a look and she took it thanking him. We walked through the light snow not really enough to cause the panic that had engulfed Georgia only 2 days before. Amazing how the South still stops at 3 inches of snow. The sun was covered as it often is during these wintery flurries just peaking out every now and then.
As we walked into the parking garage I saw my truck parked in a dark corner, while I couldn't ask for a better under cover truck they're only stayb under cover if you don't show them off. A black ford F-250 dark windows and a roll out lightbar that makes it look completely different. Its in my name so the tag is even under cover. I have it loaded heavy 2 ARs a12 gauge and of course all the built proofing anyone could want.
I opened the passenger side door but I wasnt gonna let her ride shotgun without cuffs and a pat down. When I pulled the door open she bolted I knew she would it was just a matter of time. I turned on my heel with our there was absolutely no way I'd catch her. As i drew my weapon I let a silent prayer for her cross my lips and that my round would find its mark true. She wanted me to I shouted or more or less begged "Stop or I'll shoot!" three times. She turned and ran away from the crowds toward a concrete wall that much had been fifteen feet tall. When she crossed the curb she was little more than 30 feet away I had my weapon trained but as always a little shakey, this was truly the worst part of the job. I fired one round training say to pull the trigger twice but i didnt have the heart. The spray I'll never ever get use to that part man its so strange to watch that like panit but so much different. Before she hit the ground some woman was running to her screaming murder. By the time I got to her a crowd of very angry people had formed, its amazing how fast street lawyers appear and want to inform me how I have infringed on someone they never knew existed 10 seconds ago. I held up my badge like a life preserver and waded in. A young guy maybe 18 shouted "My dad fought to end police brutality." But having been on the front lines of the war I knew why we were there so I didn't think correcting him was worth it. By the time i saw the scarlet so dark in places that it was almost black until the sun peaked out. The holes it ate in the sugary earth made the scene all the more eerie.
A man the size of a Mack truck walked in my gut turned to solid iron terrified and a little emboldened then he turned showing a 375th tattoo on his left are he spoke softly and with conviction. "I fought in the war and this man did too. He did what he was suppose to and if you still want to threaten him with your big talk come on we'll chat"
Having friend you never know about its a blessing
She was a pretty young thing only 22 her father and brother killed by the U.S. FBI during the war. Besaly had been the one who decided to make it a police action. I guess she felt he deserved to die. I never disliked him that much it seems strange to me to decide someone should be be killed with no outside factors. another thing to ask her when we get to the truck.
I stuck out my arm like love sick puppy took it and we began our way out of the building. I didn't want to make a big scene I mean she is still a person and will get enough embaressment er the next three or four weeks. We walked through the large building and she stared up at the high ceilings from day one I've wished she was on our shide shes so very good at blending in. when we came to the door a man offered her an umbrella said he was headed for a warmer climate and a fishing boat. I gave her a look and she took it thanking him. We walked through the light snow not really enough to cause the panic that had engulfed Georgia only 2 days before. Amazing how the South still stops at 3 inches of snow. The sun was covered as it often is during these wintery flurries just peaking out every now and then.
As we walked into the parking garage I saw my truck parked in a dark corner, while I couldn't ask for a better under cover truck they're only stayb under cover if you don't show them off. A black ford F-250 dark windows and a roll out lightbar that makes it look completely different. Its in my name so the tag is even under cover. I have it loaded heavy 2 ARs a12 gauge and of course all the built proofing anyone could want.
I opened the passenger side door but I wasnt gonna let her ride shotgun without cuffs and a pat down. When I pulled the door open she bolted I knew she would it was just a matter of time. I turned on my heel with our there was absolutely no way I'd catch her. As i drew my weapon I let a silent prayer for her cross my lips and that my round would find its mark true. She wanted me to I shouted or more or less begged "Stop or I'll shoot!" three times. She turned and ran away from the crowds toward a concrete wall that much had been fifteen feet tall. When she crossed the curb she was little more than 30 feet away I had my weapon trained but as always a little shakey, this was truly the worst part of the job. I fired one round training say to pull the trigger twice but i didnt have the heart. The spray I'll never ever get use to that part man its so strange to watch that like panit but so much different. Before she hit the ground some woman was running to her screaming murder. By the time I got to her a crowd of very angry people had formed, its amazing how fast street lawyers appear and want to inform me how I have infringed on someone they never knew existed 10 seconds ago. I held up my badge like a life preserver and waded in. A young guy maybe 18 shouted "My dad fought to end police brutality." But having been on the front lines of the war I knew why we were there so I didn't think correcting him was worth it. By the time i saw the scarlet so dark in places that it was almost black until the sun peaked out. The holes it ate in the sugary earth made the scene all the more eerie.
A man the size of a Mack truck walked in my gut turned to solid iron terrified and a little emboldened then he turned showing a 375th tattoo on his left are he spoke softly and with conviction. "I fought in the war and this man did too. He did what he was suppose to and if you still want to threaten him with your big talk come on we'll chat"
Having friend you never know about its a blessing
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