You know, in our society today, getting along with other cultures and nationalities seem to be more of a challenge in some cases, but in other cases you see unlikely allies. Seeing cultures, and other societies, getting along with each other in a peaceful fashion and coexistence, it can sometimes bring you hope and possibility of things working out in the future.  However, on the flip side of that cultural coin, some society divisions can’t and will not get along no matter what is proposed or what solution is warranted for them.  In these situations in order to get those cultures to coexist with each other sometimes is to have some sweet deal or some mutual understanding that would not affect them in a negative light.  As we see with negotiations between countries and social-intellectuals, where forcing an agreement can be a long and very lengthy process.

Well, this day actually showed why some African nations, and clans, don’t coexist and why that continent is always having some kind of turmoil. When all hell broke loose inside the Marriott Hotel, most of us were working an overtime assignment; Maryland Terrapins football game.  I can’t say that I was happy I wasn’t on regular duty, patrol, because with this huge ass mess that happened no one was safe from being called in to assist other officers.  What I do know is that I was working the overtime assignment when a call or alert tone came out that made everyone’s heart skip one or two beats.  Our day began with a normal briefing of the football game and who Maryland was playing, however, I don’t recall anyone mentioning some African sponsored event during our briefing either.  I can only say African because I certainly don’t remember the clans that were fighting each other, but I do know they were from somewhere on the African continent.  My overtime assignment was somewhere not too far from the Marriott because I was one of the first officers, not on patrol, to respond and arrive on scene.

After this immediate assistance to our officers was called out over the radio, I either got the authorization or just took it upon myself to leave my post and go to assist my fellow officers. Sometimes when shit hits the fan you don’t have time to follow the protocol, chain of command or ask for permission to do things.  Especially when your fellow officers are in dying need of your help.  What made this call for assistance even more immediate was that the officers working on the overtime event and patrol officers are on two different radio channels.  So that would mean that the dispatcher had to relay this information of a mass fight at the Marriott over several different channels, which could be done at one time with one button.  As I am screaming, meaning the speed of my cruiser, towards the Marriott Hotel on campus, UMUC, the incoming traffic for the football game is still coming.  At the same time we have kids playing around with footballs, and doing other activities through the parking lots and crossing the street.

Now, I am probably less than a minute away from the hotel, and I am approaching one of the traffic circles. Cars and trucks are moving out of my way, barely, and traffic in and around the circle is still there.  Finally, just before I enter the traffic circle vehicles started to find ways to get out of the way to only allow me to loudly screech tires around the circle.  I remember one lady’s face as I came around the circle with the cruiser leaning hard to the right, and tires skipping and sending ear piercing screeches.  Her face was like the sound of the tires were hurting her ears as she sat in her vehicle ready to proceed through the circle after I left.  In the short distance left to the hotel, I must’ve topped at about 80mph before screeching one more time around the corner through one of the hotel entrances.  Once I finally got there, and ran into through the hotel doors with other officers, everything was quite.  I was expecting all kinds of loudness and people running around the lobby area, but little did I know the actual area of problems was inside the auditorium.

After the doors of the auditorium opened up, it was like the sound inside the room just exploded outside. The only thing I could remember was that the room was full of smoke, some people with partial clothing torn off, covered in eggs and rubbing their eyes and coughing.  Little did we all know, who are just arriving, that pepper spray was used, eggs were being thrown from both sides and that it was more of a political event.  For a while I had no idea what was going on and who was who, except that we had the duty now to kick every one of them out of the hotel immediately.  Trying to get them out of the hotel, which I found out it was two different groups that hate each other, was the one of the hardest part.  Hotel staff had to tell both groups that they are no longer welcome there anymore and were banned from ever attending the hotel in the future.  Apparently, some of the attendees were arrested and transported to the regional jail, while others were forced out and put on their respective buses.

The whole situation probably took about more than an hour to settle, and probably several more minutes to get them to leave the hotel grounds. As far as I know not much damage was caused in the auditorium, but enough for it to be shut down for a few days.  Later on, I found out that the two groups that were fighting each other, are also fighting each other over in their home country and the hatred or dislike toward each other is just as strong if not stronger.  The last thing we needed was other cultures and groups bringing their fight and anger toward each other from one country to ours.  I can’t say we are much better at that either, but I think you get my drift on that statement.  HOT FRIED MESS!

Henry Scott



Characters in the story are based off real people. Names have been changed to protect those individuals.  Situations and events in the story are fictional, although some real events may be included.  Some content may include violence and sexual depictions.  Reader discretion is advised.

Chapter V

[Ukrainian-Russian Border]

Aya Silverman, who was able to escape her pursuers, is now on a mission to save her American partner, Daniel Storm, who is now on the verge of being transported to the Russian-Ukrainian border. Although there are several entry-exit points across the border, only a handful of roads heavily travelled actually are used.  This obviously is a challenge for Aya, but with her resourceful mind and capabilities in knowing how to conversate with villagers, she was able to discover that one of the only dirt roads that is mostly covered by brush and century old trees is the path that will be taken by the Ukrainians.  With this information, Aya makes her way through the countryside, but knows she has to encounter mud paths, streams and possibly sympathetic villagers of the Russian cause.  The closer she got to the eastern border, she found that it was more and more challenging to sneak by with Russian Rebels patrolling just miles from the checkpoint.  Some of the rebels are in Old Russian uniforms and others are dressed as villagers, but regardless of their outer appearance, carrying automatic weapons and rocket-propelled grenades was a very intimidating site.

Then minutes after she arrived at a very thick brush where she could see the border checkpoint, which is approximately 100 yards, she feels the ground underneath her feet rumbling. She holds her breath for a few seconds to make sense of the feeling and hears the heavy engines and huge tires coming down the dirt road, which is only a few feet from her right.  Aya gets herself lower to the ground, in the prone position, and waits for the trucks to pass her by.  It was about the third truck, out of about five troop carriers, that she was able to see Daniel bounded in the back, surrounded by heavily armed soldiers.  Her staring at him didn’t make him notice her hiding in the brush, but she knew trying to rescue with in this situation would either get her and Daniel killed, or she would become another prize capture for the forces.  Now, her thinking switches to the potential of hitching a ride with the captures, but doing so and not get noticed would be asinine.  Several seconds past as the trucks get closer to the border, but to her satisfying sight they stop before the gate was lifted to allow them to proceed across.  This was the time she needed to create a diversion to sneak underneath one of the transport trucks.

As she lies there still in the prone trying to figure out her diversion, she just remembers that she had matches and an accelerant tucked in her boots. Aya gathers her materials from inside her boots and crawls closer going very slowly until she is about 50 yards away from the guard shack.  Just as she was about to set a brush fire, one of the rebels come walking by her and stops within a couple of feet from her location.  Not sure if she has been spotted, Aya keeps her head down and lies very still while slowly using her right hand to uncover her knife from her inside the belt.  It felt like an eternity moment as the rebel stood there smoking his cigarette.  All kinds of possibilities are running through her mind if she gets caught, and what she will need to do fight out of this situation.  Then suddenly, she glances up and notices that the rebel was done with his cigarette and was about to toss it, but her fear that he would drop it on her, which would undoubtedly cause her severe pain.  As another rebel calls him over, he drops the partially lit cigarette by her head close enough that she could feel the heat and smoke still bellowing from it.  Aya waits for a few steps away from her when she quickly goes into action and using the partially lit cigarette to her advantage.

Once she started the fire, which began as a smolder, she quickly crawled away to another set of heavy brush, which was just a few feet away from where she set the fire. Quicker than she realized the smoke got heavier and heavier and then a flame started to quickly consume the brush she was just hiding in.  Lying there anxious if this would work and not burn herself, she began to hear Ukrainian and Russian voices yelling at each other.  Knowing Russian and some Ukrainian dialect, she knows they are pointing in her direction about the fire and what to do about it.  Aya starts to realize that when they start running over to her position, she needs to move immediately.  From her prone position she could see the troops in the back of the carrier jumping out to squelch the brush fire, which is now starting to grow tremendously.  When she figured the coast was clear she got to her feet, keeping her head down, and started sprinting towards the last troop carrier and slid underneath.  After she got underneath the truck, Aya secured herself to the bottom of the truck and just waits for everything to calm down.  She dips her head down, and while viewing everything upside down, she could see that they are blaming the rebel who was smoking causing the fire.  After several minutes of fighting the brush fire, and everything calms down, all the troops board back on the carriers and are finally cleared to cross the border.  Unknown how long she will be hiding underneath the truck being hit with rocks and dirt from the gravel road at high speeds, she gets it in her mind to hold on for dear life.

[Harrisburg, Pennsylvania]

This Black Shadow Figure that Shelly has now seen roaming the hospital, at least in the emergency room area, is really unsettling to her soul. Shelly could not have seen this coming at any point in her moral compass, and now her nerves are even more on edge not knowing what will take place in the coming minutes, days or even hours.  As she realizes what just happened, and quickly sees that no one else experienced what she just witnessed.  It must’ve been at least several minutes before she left the part of the floor she was standing in for a while before heading back to her patient, Christine Jones.  When she rounded the corner, she saw a city policeman leaving her room and heading towards the suspect’s room, where another officer was waiting for his partner to return.  Shelly is somewhat shocked about this development and walks into Christine’s room to see her sitting up on the edge of the bed, trying to gather her strength to use the bathroom.  Christine is relieved to see her nurse come walking in and gives a nice smile as to show that relief.  Soon, Shelly was helping Christine down the hall towards the patient bathroom when both noticed that the DUI suspect was being released into police custody; still bandaged up, but able to walk on his own power.  This sight was somewhat enraging to Shelly as she never got her inner emotions settled on this scumbag of a human.

Just as she guided Christine into the bathroom, she felt the cold breeze of air go through her body, which made her let go of Christine’s arm. Christine, who was trying to pull up her gown before she sat on the toilet, lost her balance and caught herself by grabbing hold of the sink.  For a brief second Shelly forgot about where she was and who she was helping, and got jolted back to reality when she heard the cries of Christine trying to keep from falling completely to the floor.  Shelly nearly yelled out, “OH MY GOD!!” when she saw Christine struggling to hold herself up and rushed into the bathroom apologizing repeatedly.  It was a warm sensation that came over her heart when Christine quickly forgave her for letting her go, as she understood why her concentration was broken.  Shelly made it up to her later by giving her more medication for her injuries to her ribs, lower right leg and a partial head injury, which were results of the accident.  Once Christine was put back into her room, Shelly heard the commotion of people running outside the emergency room ambulance doors.  She told Christine to hold on and she will be right back after she figures out what is happening.  Well, it was clear to her what happened when she finally made it outside and saw the DUI suspect on his back bleeding heavily from his eyes and ears, seizing violently.  Although her emotions wanted to see him suffer for what he did to her best friend, and now to another innocent person, her duty over-took those inner settings and allowed her to help the suspect.

Several minutes later the suspect was wheeled back into the emergency room for lifesaving measures. Shelly followed them as far as the operation room doors before they closed in front of her and watched them through the small crack trying to save his life.  The way she was feeling prior towards this guy would make you believe that she would feel vindicated about what is occurring, but her sensitive side, the loving personality of her soul is now starting to come to the surface.  Her eyes nearly teared up for this guy as he was struggling for his life, but she knew she would feel much better to see him face justice in the courts.  Now, she must wait to see how this unfortunate circumstance will play out for her and for the suspect.  As she slowly makes her way back to Christine’s room, rubbing her face with both hands, she undoubtedly sees the shadow figure once again standing at the entrance of her patient’s room.  Shelly immediately stops in her tracks and her heart begins to flutter with overwhelming nervousness and fear of what will happen next being near Christine’s curtain.  Christine is unaware of what lurks outside her room, but will be scared shitless of what happens next.  As Shelly continues to stare at this shadow figure lurking outside Christine’s room, her rage and anger begins to show as she knows it is responsible for what just occurred in the OR.

Shelly suddenly yells at the shadow figure to get away from her room, but she quickly forgot that she is the only person that can see the anomaly. Everyone in the ER suddenly stops doing their work to see who she was yelling at and in front of what room.  Suddenly, the shadow figure darted quickly into Christine’s room, with the curtains flapping like it was a solid figure that entered.  All of Shelly’s inner being was displayed when she darted towards Christine’s room as if she heard the gunshots for the 100M race, which she did run in college.  However, the moment was very embarrassing to her when she rushed into Christine’s room to only see that it was Christine sitting up in her bed in complete shock.  Everyone was very alarmed of how Shelly was acting and how she darted into her patient’s room, which made two other nurses follow in behind her.  Even though it took several minutes before security arrived, all the people inside the room just stared at Shelly in silence as she gave the thousand yard stare, with wide eyes.  One of the ER doctor’s entered the room and broke the silence by calling out to Shelly to find out what the hell is going on.  Christine kept starting at Shelly and made a comment towards the doctor that she looks like she saw a ghost or something that frightened her.  This really scared Shelly, feeling all the eyes in the room on her, and making eye contact with the doctor, who is motioning to her to go outside in the hallway.  As everyone leaves her room, Christine still sitting up in her bed staring at the curtain that lightly sways back and forth, has seen that look in someone’s eyes before, and is very curious of what Shelly actually saw.

One of the nurses escort Shelly to the break-room so she could rest and take a break from everything. Soon after the nurse left, Shelly heard and felt her personal cell phone ring in her scrub pants pocket.  Trying to figure out who is calling her, she looks at the number on the screen and doesn’t recognize it at all, but answers anyway.

SHELLY: Hello?

DEPUTY BLUE: Hello. Is this Shelly Summers?

SHELLY: Yes. May I ask who this is?

DEPUTY BLUE: Deputy Blue of the Allegheny County Sheriff’s Office.

SHELLY: Oh, hi deputy. How can I help you?

DEPUTY BLUE: Do you know Dawn Perry?

SHELLY: Yes, I do her. What is this about?

DEPUTY BLUE: Her husband was violently attacked at his house couple of nights ago. We see that Dawn spoke to you last on the night of the attack.  I would like to speak to you about that.

Shelly knows exactly what happened to Vincent, although she may not know his exact injuries. Silence falls on the phone as she struggles to find the next words to not give any suspicion.

[Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania]

Even with the love lost between Dawn and Vincent ever present in their marriage, her care for his well-being is still current and shows as she stays by his side at the hospital while he recovers from his injuries. Dawn is still unaware that his condition was caused by the spells of Shelly, which being a Wicca is also unknown to Dawn’s knowledge.  While Vincent is sleeping from the very strong medication they gave him for the pain and discomfort, Dawn steps outside in the hospital parking lot to make her phone call to the attorney in Birmingham, Vermont.  Dawn waited on the phone, as it rang over and over again for only a few seconds, before someone answered.

SUZIE WILLIAMS: Good afternoon! Birmingham County Clerk’s Office. This is Suzie Williams.  How can I help you?

DAWN PERRY: Hi, this is Dawn Perry. I’m looking for William Georgia.  He called me a couple of days ago and left me a message to call him back.

SUZIE WILLIAMS: Oh, hi Ms. Perry. We’ve been expecting your call.  Mr. Georgia is not in right now, but if you would like to leave a message for him, I will surely give it to him.

DAWN PERRY: Well, I was hoping when I can schedule an interview with you, so I can see if this move is right for me at this point.

SUZIE WILLIAMS: Sure. Our calendar is very full right now, and I may have Mr. Georgia call you back with a better time frame.  From my guess it looks like you could have an interview later this month.  Will that be okay with you?

DAWN PERRY: That will be just fine. Whom am I speaking with again?

SUZIE WILLIAMS: Suzie Williams. I’m an attorney here at the courthouse in Birmingham County.  Anyone getting hired for this position will be working closely with me. 

DAWN PERRY: Oh okay. Yeah, if you could give my message to Mr. Georgia that I called, I would be greatly appreciative.

SUZIE WILLIAMS: Sure, no problem. I’ll give it to him and have him call you when he gets the chance.  Alright?

DAWN PERRY: Thank you so much. You have a bless day.

SUZIE WILLIAMS: Thank you! You have a great day too!

Almost immediately after Dawn’s conversation with Suzie was completed, she receives a phone call from her best friend Shelly.



DAWN PERRY: Yes, Shelly.

SHELLY SUMMERS: I got a call from a Deputy Blue of the Allegheny County Sheriff’s Office, about Vincent.

DAWN PERRY: What? When?

SHELLY SUMMERS: Just a few minutes ago. They were asking me questions about your relationship with him, what kind of person you are and did I know any animosity that was placed against him.  The phone interview went on for about ten minutes or so.

DAWN PERRY: What purpose would she have calling you? How did they get your number? In an agitated voice of the situation.

SHELLY SUMMERS: According to her I was the last person you spoke to before Vincent was found near death in your house. I can only guess they subpoena your phone records and found out the time line that way.

DAWN PERRY: This is utter bullshit! Going after my closes friends for information about this case?!  Oh, I thank you for telling me that Shelly.  I’m gonna talk to her once we’re done here.

SHELLY SUMMERS: Paused for a brief moment before continuing to speak, changing the subject. How is Vincent doing anyway?

DAWN PERRY: He’s recovering from his injuries pretty well. He will probably be released sometime in a few days.  Probably by this coming weekend.

SHELLY SUMMERS: Good. How are you holding up?

DAWN PERRY: I’m kind of having an emotional rollercoaster ride right now. I called for that position in Birmingham County, Vermont just several minutes ago. 

SHELLY SUMMERS: You going to go forward with this new job? What about the kids, Dawn?

DAWN PERRY: That’s my real focus at this point, Shelly. The kids are my main focus out of all this.  I know things between him and I are not the greatest, but I can’t believe he would actually bring another woman into my home, my house, where the kids live. 

SHELLY SUMMERS: Who was she?

DAWN PERRY: I don’t have a damn clue. Some blonde bitch!  What does it matter anyway?  He’s obviously shown me what he wants to do and how he wants things to go.

SHELLY SUMMERS: I’m curious then of why you are there with him at the hospital?

DAWN PERRY: I honestly don’t know. Maybe some small part of me still loves him, but he is the father of our kids so I owe it to them to make sure their father is doing okay.  Regardless of our situation.  I still care for him though and don’t want to see him suffering like this.  I don’t know who did this to him, but whether they knew about him and I or not, he still didn’t deserve this kind of horrible treatment.

SHELLY SUMMERS: She sits quite on the phone and closes her eyes know she is responsible for Vincent’s condition, but still keeps it to herself. I’m sorry, again, Dawn about everything you are going through right now. I’m here for you if you need someone to talk too. 

DAWN PERRY: Thanks Shelly. I’m gonna go now, but I will keep you updated on how things are here.  Speak to you later.  Love you!

SHELLY SUMMERS: Love you dear!

[Northern Virginia, just outside Washington, D.C.]

Local authorities are now on scene of the shooting of Minister Cure, investigating and interviewing witnesses. As they are processing the enormous crime scene, police are also at the hospital interviewing the minister of what happened, and to share some updated information not pertaining to the case.  After the police are cleared by the medical staff to speak to Khalid, they enter his room and see him sitting on the bed, obviously in pain from the shooting just a couple of hours earlier.

DETECTIVE #1: Afternoon, Khalid. I’m Detective Franklin and this is Detective Whitney.  We’re from the state police and would like to speak to you about what occurred just a couple of hours ago on the interstate.

MINISTER CURE: Yes detectives, people tried to assassinate me in plain view of the public. They tried to humiliate me and show the world of my death, like this was some kind of sick fantasy. 

DETECTIVE #1: What do you remember?

MINISTER CURE: Loud noise of glass shattering and rounds ricocheting off the interior of the car. Men trying to protect me, gave their own lives to make sure I didn’t face the same fate as they did.  I just remember talking to one of the young men when a vehicle next to us opened fire.

DETECTIVE #2: Do you have any idea who could have plotted the assassination?

MINISTER CURE: Go around the country, around the world, and you will probably find all kinds of people from every culture and walk of life that would like to see me six feet under, but directly threatening my life is something I know nothing about.

DETECTIVE #2: You have received threats from numerous people, and even some extremists groups. You have no information of who might want to be bold enough to want you dead?

MINISTER CURE: No detective. I have no information for you on that note.  Sorry to disappoint you.

DETECTIVE #1: You have a rally coming up in D.C. correct?

MINISTER CURE: Yes. To celebrate the lives of all the young black men and women trying to do good in this evil world, who are overshadowed by the horrible deeds of men and women of the same race, which is leaving an unfair judgment upon black people.  You should attend and see that we personally do not resort and accept violence in our culture.

DETECTIVE #2: Well, we would like to see that happen, except you will have to come with us to the barracks.

MINISTER CURE: Can I meet you there later? As you can see I’m trying to gather myself here and heal these wounds.  I want to show the people that I will not be broken and distracted from my main goal.

DETECTIVE #1: Unfortunately, you will have to tell the people that from court. Let’s go!

MINISTER CURE: Obviously, shocked at what he just heard what the detective said to him. What do you mean from court?

DETECTIVE #2: Khalid X. Cure, you are under arrest!

MINISTER CURE: What is this nonsense you speak to me? I’ve done nothing wrong here!  This is an injustice!  Stands up, painfully, to face the detectives.

DETECTIVE #2: We have a warrant for your arrest. For an assault case that occurred seven years ago in Boston, Massachusetts.  Attempts to place the minister in handcuffs.

MINISTER CURE: A warrant? For an assault in Boston, Massachusetts?  Wait a damn minute!  As he struggles with the detectives, who are placing him in steel bracelets. What the hell is really going on!?

The two detectives, along with two uniform police officers, escort the minister out of his room, through the ER to the rear of an awaiting police cruiser. All the while being escorted through the emergency room, he begins to shout out at the staff and other patients, which causes everyone to stop working for a minute.  Once outside, the news media begins to take pictures, with flashes blinding the detectives escorting the minister.  Reporters begin to ask questions, talking over one another, in hoping that the minister would be able to answer their questions appropriately.  With everyone outside yelling and speaking over one another, and the detectives pushing their way through the ocean of reporters and cameras, Minister Cure could be heard saying something that was not clearly caught by the microphones.  Khalid was shoved into the rear of the police cruiser, with detectives getting inside with him on both side, and speeding off to the police station for further processing and questioning.  Watching the news of the minister’s arrest on television, Naveah Lee, a federal judge, who is known throughout her colleagues as the richest judge in America, is the one that signed off on the warrant when she used to oversee cases for the state of Massachusetts.  She leans back in her rich leather couch, pleased to see the minister finally in custody.





“TIME GAP” (Opening Story)

May contain adult language, adult sexuality and violent content.  Reader discretion is advised.

Part I – The Opening Story

{NYPD 19TH PRECINCT @ 09:37hrs – Electronic Crimes Unit}

Detective Richard Suggs, a 19 year veteran of NYPD and a 10 year veteran of the Electronic Crimes Unit, and Detective Marco Robinson, a 15 year veteran of NYPD and a 12 year veteran of the Electronic Crimes Unit, meet up with four other detectives, four uniformed patrolman and the S.W.A.T. team in a small conference big enough to hold 20 people; but with dirty dingy walls and old fashioned flood lights hanging above, it was only used when necessary. As the last of the officers file in, patrolman #3 walks into the conference room and looks around with a slight disgust look on his face.  After a once look around the room, and glances at the white and green faded checkered floor, he makes a remark to one of the detectives.

PATROLMAN #3: Hey, Marco! Why do we have to use this shitty room?  I just got this uniformed dry cleaned yesterday and don’t want it ruined being in this mold infested cell.

DETECTIVE MARCO ROBINSON: Looks at the patrolman who made the comment with a blank stare for a few seconds before responding. Obviously, you didn’t read your email that was sent two days ago about the main patrol room being occupied by the big wigs. If you read your email you wouldn’t be standing there looking like an idiot.  Now, as soon as you take a seat we can get started with this briefing.

As the remaining officers take their seats, others look at the patrolman chuckling and cracking jokes amongst themselves making comments to him such as ‘pretty boy blue’. Patrolman #3 is the youngest officer in the room and is associated with the new entitlement generation, although he has shown he is not afraid to work for his rewards, just not very wise at times when he opens his mouth to speak the English language.  Once the patrolman took his seat and nothing else was said, Detective Robinson immediately began the briefing.  A few seconds after Detective Robinson started speaking; Detective Suggs was handing out a black and white flyer with a picture of the suspect being sought by the Electronic Crimes Unit.  It was explained that Daniel Howard, the suspect posted on the black and white flyer, has been involved in many major electronic crimes, which also include attempts in hacking into the federal government server of the F.B.I. New York Field Office.  Although Howard is facing several criminal charges on the federal level, NYPD maintained jurisdiction over the Howard case since he began his criminal career committing misdemeanors; and that the agency is familiar with his path to criminal activity.

Unknown to the detectives, NYPD and Homeland Security, Daniel Howard has gained an upper hand on what is about to take place within the city. It just so happen that Daniel is preparing himself to flee the city at the same time NYPD is preparing to conduct a raid at the location where Howard is currently hiding out.  A tip came in approximately two days ago of Howard returning to New York City, in the Manhattan area, from his trip somewhere in the south, possibly Georgia, Florida or South Carolina since he has associates and family members in all three states.  No one knows or can confirm if Howard is in possession of stolen goods or other illegal contraband, or can confirm what his trip down south was for.  Simultaneously, as NYPD leaves the precinct to an abandon warehouse in the southeast corner of Manhattan where Howard is suspected to be, Daniel is quickly packing up his most precious electronic equipment, money that he stashed away and a few small semi-automatic handguns.  At this moment Daniel has busted out in a huge sweat box with his face drenched in his salty fluid and glasses can barely stay on his face.  He keeps checking his watch counting down the time before he knows all hell is going to break loose.  As his heart pounds in his chest, sweat continues to pour down his face and his arm pits creating relentless arm pit stains, soaking his shirt, he walks up to the large window of the room he is in and begins to stare out into the population of New York.

{Lower East Manhattan @ 10:47hrs}

In the midst of his own thoughts and emotional state as he looks upon the population moving along outside, Howard happens to glance down from the fifth floor window and see two black unmarked vans pull up. As he continues to look down below him, he watches two dark blue unmarked cars, possibly police cars, pull up next to the vans a few seconds later.  Thinking that this could be police officers outside the building, he continues to watch with anticipation and extreme nervousness.  Soon, his fears would be realized when he sees the S.W.A.T. team exiting the vans and rushing into the warehouse below him.  To his knowledge Howard knows he is the only one in the building, and has the assumption that they are coming for him.  Immediately after witnessing them rush into the building with weapons drawn, Howard turns around and begins to move even quicker to gather up all the things that he needs to take with him.  However, Howard knows that he will not be able leave the building without the officer’s knowledge.  It was at this time he gently picks up a small remote control and walks over to one side of the room he is in, points it towards two metal poles that are standing approximately five feet apart.

A few seconds passed when a humming sound could be heard coming from the two metal poles. Howard stands there and smiles brightly at the astonishment that his invention works, but his euphoria was quickly dashed when the commotion of the S.W.A.T. team coming up the stairs broke the silence.  Just as Howard rushes over to turn out the lights, Detective Robinson and Suggs spots the light being turned off.  Howard rushes over into one corner of the room with two handguns and extra magazines of ammo waiting for the S.W.A.T. team to make entry.  While Howard waits anxiously for his invention to warm up and wondering when the police was going to barge in, S.W.A.T. and the other officers stage on either side of the hallway before making their way into two single file lines.

Before getting to the end of the hallway and checking that one office of where their potential suspect could be, they must check all the other doors they have to past. This only adds a few seconds to their track down the hall as every single door was locked.  Now as the S.W.A.T. team leader slowly approaches the office door, he glanced down and saw a shadow quickly go by the reflection of the outside light shining in.  He turns around and motions to other officers and S.W.A.T. members that someone is in the room.  One of the team members quickly rushes up to the door and checks the door knob, which is locked from the inside, and no one has a key to enter.  Once it was immediately noticed that they would have to ram the door to gain entry, it seemed that Howard had intuition of knowing exactly when to open fire.  Just as the point man reared back the battering ram, gunfire came through the door striking the point man in the hand and forearm.

The officer screams out from the pain and burning sensation of the rounds striking his extremities, which creates a firestorm of gunfire being exchanged from both sides of the door. Rate of gunfire lasted for about thirty seconds before a break in the action presented itself for one of the S.W.A.T. team members to rush the door.  The door flings open and with his momentum the officer falls on the floor not knowing the location of Howard, which causes him to frantically search for him and cover at the same time.  “HOWARD! DANIEL HOWARD!  THIS IS THE NYPD!  We have a warrant for you arrest!  Drop the gun, come out with your hands up and no one else needs to get hurt!” was shouted by Detective Robinson.  Howard slowly moves behind cover towards the two poles that he just activated a few minutes earlier.  As he thinks to himself of how he will escape capture and not get shot in the process, he glances at his watch realizing he only has one minute left before all hell was to break loose in the city.

With no response from Howard, Detective Robinson and the rest of the officers slowly move into the room with all taking cover behind different objects. Silence sits in the air for about another five seconds before more shots are thrown down towards them.  Only knowing the direction of where the shots are coming from, each officer engaged in that direction striking numerous electronic equipment and other metallic objects; causing rounds to ricochet all around Howard.  Even through all the enormous noise from yelling and gunfire, Howard heard his watch alarm beep at him displaying on the screen “TIME TO GO!”  Howard takes one deep breath, rises up from behind cover and makes a dash around the corner as rounds strike the wall behind and in front of him.  He fires back blindly behind him, with luck, strikes two more officers with one of them being Detective Suggs.

Howard rounds the corner, dives between the two poles and creates a very bright electric blue light that flickered and reflected on the walls. Once everything went quiet, everyone looked at each other as if they were waiting for someone to have an answer to what they just saw.  Without wasting time Detective Robinson and two other S.W.A.T. officers slowly appeared from behind cover, and very quietly approached the corner where Howard disappeared.  Thinking that Howard is hiding behind the corner of the wall, Detective Robinson yells out to him, “COME’ON HOWARD! GIVE IT UP! This is your last chance to peacefully surrender or we’re coming in after you very harshly!”  With no answer heard or any response, Detective Robinson and the two S.W.A.T. officers round the corner and only see an alcove with two metal poles erecting from the floor.  The complexity of the situation completely baffles them and makes them wonder what in the hell happened to Howard.  Before other officers can ask them what is happening, everyone’s radios expelled this very loud screech and static noise, which caused everyone to grasp their ears from the pain.

A few seconds later, one of the injured officers call others to the window to look down outside to what is happening with the some of the people. Uninterested to what is going on outside, Robinson stands there trying to figure out what happened and how to explain this to his boss and the district attorney.  Just as he turns around to join the other officers at the window, a very loud rumble, which literally shook the building and caused Robinson to lose his balance, followed by an explosion which sent a fireball through the window where the officers were standing.  With only a few seconds to spare his own life, Robinson heard the officers scream and disappear inside the fireball as it rushed towards him.  Robinson very quickly dove into the alcove between the two poles before the fireball engulfed the entire floor and building.  Nothing was left off the building and much of the city was destroyed, but none of this is known to Detective Robinson who lies on the floor unconscious.  When he wakes up and opens his eyes, he finds himself wearing an oxygen mask, two male EMT looking personnel kneeled over him and the bright lights of the ceiling glaring down on him.

{Manhattan Memorial Hospital @ 18:00hrs}

When Robinson wakes up again to full consciousness, he notices that he is not in the building or doesn’t think he’s in the building, but in another room. A nurse comes walking in and greets him with a happy voice and smile preparing to check his vitals.  It took Robinson a few minutes to realize that he might be in a hospital, but to verify this thought he asked the nurse.  She verifies his suspicion and leaves the room once his vitals are recorded for his medical chart.  Robinson continues to look around and wondered when did he get to the hospital and what happened to his other fellow officers.  The idea of turning on the television to ease his mind was a good idea to him, which would become only the beginning of his troubles.

For noise in the room as he tries to come to terms of what is happening, the local evening news came on, which told you the time was around 6 p.m. News being on was, to him, was a great choice of information and maybe he will find out what happened at the warehouse in Lower East Manhattan.  For the thirty minutes he watches the news and nothing is said about anything that happened at the warehouse.  Robinson, frustrated, began flipping through channels and was confused when he saw news anchors that he remembered retired.  He thought to himself, “You came back? Why?  You have no life!” he stated himself.  Flipping through more channels, still can’t find any information on what happened earlier, he flips to the weather channel and leaves it there for soft noise.  A very surprise hits his conscious when the date was mentioned on the television.  This caused Robinson to sit up in the bed and look at the television with a screwed up face, not comprehending what was just said.  Until messages began to scroll across the bottom of the screen with world related incidents and sports knowledge that occurred eight years ago.  However, Robinson struggles with the thought that he is eight years in the past, and continues to tell himself he is in a dream.  One little piece of this becomes true when the next nurse on shift walks in and greets him, tells him her name.

Her name, Katy Peer, struck Robinson hard and stopped him in his tracks because she was a victim of a homicide-suicide involving her ex-husband inside her apartment. When she turns around after writing her name on the dry erase board, their eyes met and she just froze.  Both stared at each other for over a minute before the moment was broken up by two NYPD detectives coming in to question Robinson.  One of the two detectives that entered his room, he remembered died during 9/11 and this became almost too much for him to bare and maintain his sanity.  He’s thinking is he dead? Detective Robinson’s mental and emotional ride is only at the beginning stages, and can’t help but think that he is stuck in a nightmare where there is no way out.


Henry Scott


Real life experience from Maryland

This was probably the most terrifying time to live in the Washington, D.C. area.  Approximately a year after 9/11, which was the worse attack on American soil since Pearl Harbor and the Oklahoma City bombing, we were once again in fear.  Many people remember the words of the former leader, Osama Bin Laden, who claimed that one of his goals was to sabotage and bankrupt the United States.  For many citizens living in this area, we all began to think that maybe this is the second part of his planned attack on America.  However, for three weeks, we all lived in stress and with extreme uncertainty of what will happen and who will be the next victim of the DC Sniper.  I remember I had just finished my year long tour at the Pentagon and Ft. Stewart, Georgia when all this started.  During this time I remember getting a call or somehow being told that the National Guard was a possibility of being called out if these sniper attacks continued for a certain period of time.

Thinking of going back in full military gear to catch one or many snipers terrorizing the area was not appealing, but motivating because I wanted this to end just as badly as anyone else. How could you go through life not knowing that you will be the next sniper victim and be able to concentrate on your daily activities?  I remember seeing most gas stations being less populated, and most within the Montgomery County area were either not being used or if they had people there, they were very quick.  My fear was being at a gas station when or if the shots rang out and one of them strike the hose of a gas pump.  At that point we would all either go up in huge flames or gasoline would just contaminate everyone, putting us in massive risk for a static charge to ignite us.  Each time I went and got gas I had my head on a swivel to see if I could find anything or see anyone that would spark my attention.  I never saw anything during this period.

One of my most memorial times during this stessful moment was when I entered the Capital Beltway, Interstate 495 and 95, and saw a massive back-up.  There was nothing but brake lights all up and down both sides of the beltway with county and state police cruisers flying by us with their lights and sirens blarring.  Nearly any suspicious vehicle that matched a previous description or any white box truck that looked suspicious were stopped anywhere they were.  So if you had a white box truck in the area at the time, I felt sorry for you because ultimately you became a suspect because of one eye witness.  It was later determined that the eye witness who saw a white box truck leave the area of one of the shootings, misidentified a suspect.  The driver of that white box truck stated he left the scene immediately because he was deathly afraid.  So as he left the area, he sped off which made him look like a possible suspect.  Victims dying at the hands of a sniper, and none of them were tied together or had any connection together, was extremely mind-boggling.  Random killings will and can stomp an investigation from moving forward at the pace that is needed.

For the first time in my life I started to worry more about my family members being caught up in this terrorist act, and wondered how would I emotionally respond to that.  I can thankfully say that none of my friends and family were victims of this brutal plot, but unfortunately, some can’t say the same thing.  Since this has passed in our history timeline, other copy-cats have tried to mach this behavior in other parts of the United States.  Thankfully the massive cooperation of local, state and federal police agencies worked well-together to solve and catch the DC Snipers before more death and terror continued.  At one point I was thinking how would the world look if you have your National Guardsmen patrolling the streets with local and state agencies?  What would’ve been our Rules of Engagement if we were to get called out?  Would Martial Law be declared for the area?  State of Emergency?  All these things ran through my mind constantly as I was preparing myself mentally to go back into that mode for which I just left.  I thank God that we were not used for that purpose and that we were able to left on standby.

I tell you, the not knowing whether you or someone next to you was going to be the next victim.  Everyone was watching everyone and I’m sure police caught themselves respond to massive amounts of suspicious vehicles and persons during this three week period.  Since that time it would appear that many people forgot that it wasn’t only stressful for the citizens, but for police too, who were tasked to solve this investigation ASAP.  Some people began to speculate that it was probably international terrorism that was responsible, to complete their second part of the 9/11 attacks.  All in all it was homegrown terrorism with one of the snipers being a veteran, John Allan Muhammad, who served in the first Gulf War, and a seventeen year old companion, Lee Boyd Malvo.  Needless to say Muhammad would get the death penalty and Malvo would receive life in prison, which is what they were sentenced with after their days in court.  Situations like these is what can transform an area and the police departments, but whether that be good or bad is completely up in the air.  I think the area was transformed, but in some ways bad and in some ways good.  I suppose it depends on the individual people you ask.

Henry Scott

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