Abuse of Chikara (book 1)

by Stanley Cowens

  Red having worked as an Oak Park police officer had damn good connections. He had worked this all out before hand or most of it anyway. They knew to expect a guy taking the fall for this, but not exactly who would be picked. They would give this guy the business. They would not let him see a lawyer and work on him around the clock to get him to confess. Even if he did get a lawyer and fight eventually, it did not matter. There would be some issues with the evidence, of course. The crime lab they used was under direct control of the police, and would run the test a thousand times until the results were favorable to them. The higher ups would keep the pressure on them to produce favorable results as they always did. The defense would have access to the same evidence and have different results of course. Bill had already planned for that. See, he really did not want the guy convicted. He wanted the guy to be accused of the crime, get out on bail and run to another country that did not have any extradition treaties with the U.S. The guy would be out of the way and public opinion would be that he was guilty. If he were not guilty, then he would not have run is what people would say. Once out of the country he could easily have a hit put out on him and he would be killed.

  Bill had pretty much paid a king’s ransom to make sure he would get a certain judge who would grant parole at an extremely high price. If the family could not afford the price then a Good Samaritan would of course come up with the money. The hardest part would be to convince the guy actually to flee the country, and to put the right people in place to befriend and convince him to do so. The Oak Park police would be very helpful in harassing the hell out of this guy and making him uncomfortable every time he stepped outside. It was a good plan with some details to be worked out, and it would work. It was not the first time they had done something like this, and it would not be the last. Red went home and went to bed. He wanted a good night’s rest as he had plenty of coordinating to do with the Oak Park police. There were plenty of judges, police and witnesses to pay off. He dealt with this stuff for Bill because Psycho Boy just wanted to kill motherfuckers and did not give a rat's ass about stuff like this. Oh well, the early bird get's the worm, so it is time to go to sleep.

  Psycho boy is sitting around playing Xbox 360, and getting some head from a hot, white redhead he picked up. She is underage, but so what. He loves some hot underage 16-year-old girls. He is playing Street Fighter 4 his favorite game on Xbox. Truth be told, he loves all fighting and shooting games. The best part is playing when you are high on weed, smoking that good stuff and getting some brain at the same time. See, some people might have a problem with him banging young girls, but he did not care. Psycho does not believe in rules, regulations, right or wrong. He believes that might makes right, he always says. If you look at any society, people in power make the rules. Those in power find loopholes around the rules. Psycho refuses to be bound by anybody’s rules. You think those in power follow any fucking rules? Yeah right, it was part of the reason he liked Bill so much. This black guy just did whatever the fuck he wanted to do by playing the system.

  Psycho had learned to play the system years ago when he was a young teenage boy living in Mexico. His mother had fallen in love with a Mexican man after vacationing there. Mexico had a lot of tourism and a large number of American immigrants. Mexico is home to the largest number of U.S citizens abroad. His mother could not resist the country and its culture, plus a new chance at love. Psycho had been teased and bullied the entire time until he started on a long journey of violence and kicking ass and taking names. Hell, he had gotten his nickname Psycho boy in Mexico, it had stuck for years even in the U.S Army.

  It was time to get ready for the day’s activities. Bill would be taking a good number of officers to serve a search warrant on a local gang leader who was not playing by the script, it was time to get set out by the big dogs. By big dogs meaning the mayor and other higher ups. This guy was calling himself the Beast and was getting too big for his britches. He took care of some things for those in power indirectly. The Beast was a piece of work that had put in an incredible amount of street work. Rumors on the streets had it that the man had killed hundreds of people over the years in service to his gang. Bill knew that the man was a rapist and routinely raped woman and molested young kids. His association was not just with the mayor, but also the FBI had allowed the Beast to do pretty much anything he wanted and get away with it.

  Nevertheless, he no longer wanted to follow the script and Bill would put him back into place. They would serve a warrant. Willie, known as the Beast would resist, and there would be a shootout. They would kill a ton of his homies, steal their drugs and tear up his shit. Psycho would fuck a few hot Mexican chicks before killing them, of course. They could do anything they wanted pretty much. Who would believe a known gang leader over them with no proof? They did not want to take this person in, but rather send a message. They had gotten a no-knock warrant and would serve it at night. It was easy since this person was a well-known criminal and all the judges were in Bill's pocket . They would do this on January 6th. This was something being done on purpose as January 6th was something close to a holiday for the Latin Monarchs. This would be another way Bill could send a little message disrespecting the entire King Nation. Bill had gotten a nighttime warrant for this operation. It would take place at 12 midnight.

  The fact that Bill and his crew were all Swat members did not hurt. Many Swat members take on regular police duties when nothing is going on that requires those extra skills. They were using a modified bus for this operation to avoid detection. The Beast might have lookouts. Bill had about 20 special tactics and weapons members, plus Psycho, himself and Dirty Red. The house they were attacking is large, but nothing too fancy. It was one of the Beast's hangout spots. It is not his main place, which is basically a large mansion with gates, armed guards and dogs patrolling the grounds. They have an informant on the inside that keeps track of the Beast's movements. He likes to party here with plenty of hot chicks. Beast has some of his more trusted people with him now. About 30 in all spread over the first and second floors. They were done partying all day, are half-drunk, and in a dead sleep. Of course, they will fight back and a big shootout will happen, but that is what Bill's hoping for.

  Glancing over he sees Psycho Boy sleeping. Alfonso Rossi is the newest Swat officer. He starts talking to Bill about Psycho Boy and the mission. “So how did this guy get the name of Psycho Boy anyway, sir,” asks Alfonso. “I heard he beat his abusive drunk stepfather in Mexico to death and set him on fire. Somebody also told me this guy ran with the Mexican Mafia when he was a kid.”

  Bill thinks about it for a second before speaking. Bill was like that; he did not talk before considering what he had to say. True, Psycho had run with the Mexican Mafia as a kid and had killed his abusive stepfather in a horrible fashion. However, money talks and it had talked very loudly for Psycho. His mother's family was very wealthy and had paid off a number of officials to get the boy’s record expunged. He had been sent back to the good old U.S. and joined the Army where he met Bill. Of course, the murder of his stepfather had been ruled self-defense with the right payments to the right people. Of course, he really had killed the guy for abusing his mother, but he had gone way beyond just defense and had used excessive force. Bill did not care; he liked the guy. Psycho was his pit bull in Iraq and here as well. Doing the dirty work, he would be off running into a building first and being shot at. He was fearless and did not care about being killed or hurt. Psycho had a warrior mentality and did not care about the consequences of any thing he did too much. He would have fit well into a Conan or a Berserk comic book.

  Bill speaks to Alfonso again about Psycho boy. He has had some issues with the kid and he might be crazy, but we all are sometimes. He just admits it unlike the rest of us. When the shit breaks out you would rather have him by your side than anyone else. Bill knows Alfonso likes basketball, so he uses a basketball reference. “See, Alfonso, it is like basketball okay. You have a crazy guy on the other team who does all the
dirty work and gets under your skin. Bull’s fans hated Dennis Rodman when he played for Detroit because he tormented their favorite players. He was fan favorite when he came to Chicago, though. You love that guy when he is playing for you. That's Psycho Boy in a nutshell.”

  Bill loves these types of moments; see, he liked bonding with his people. He had a way of getting people to trust him, and it did not hurt that he was good at his job. When he had met Psycho at the age of 19, he knew that the boy had needed a father figure more than anything else. Bill had become that father figure the boy admired and looked up to. Even confiding in him that his real father had molested him at a young age.

  It is 12 midnight on the dot, and they stopped the modified bus and departed it. Psycho goes up to the front door and blasts off the lock with his breach-loading shotgun. Other tactical special weapons and tactics officers would be doing the same. The back and side doors were shot off around the same time. Bill had decided against tear gas, as he wanted a firefight. As a matter of fact, everything done here was being done to assure that would happen. No-knock warrants had a much higher chance of conflict, even with normal people, much less heavy armed thugs. The informant had given them very good information about the weapons these people carried, and even took pictures.

  Psycho was inside now being fired upon and was returning fire. He switched over to his m1911 pistol and shot one thug in the head and another in the neck. Swat officers were all over the house, giving orders for people to get down on the ground. They were checking every room, nook and cranny. Psycho headed upstairs to check the top floor. Running up the stairs, he sees something out of the corner of his left eye and ducks instinctively. Some thug shoots where his head was a second ago. Psycho shoots him in the stomach twice and once in the chest. Other Swat team members come up the stairs and Psycho directs them to check the other rooms. There are two Hispanic-looking women on the floor crying. Psycho shoots both of them in the head, chest and stomach. One was an older looking heavyset woman, maybe in her mid-50s. The other is a younger girl, maybe in her early 30s with a medium-sized frame. Both look alike and are most likely related. He goes into the bathroom across from the bedroom and quickly kicks the door open. He shoots a teenage boy in the chest. The boy falls back into the tub, splashing water everywhere. Seems he had been in the process of taking a bath. He would not have to worry about ever being clean again thinks Psycho. He goes around the house shooting four more people. An officer goes after him placing a gun in people’s hand after Psycho shoots them. The funny thing is most of the guns did actually belong to these thugs and already had their fingerprints on them. Their informant told them that they had gotten most of the guns from a crooked dealer.

  Finally, mostly Psycho Boy alone disposes of 10 more people. “All right, bring me the so-called Beast over here,” says Bill.

  “Sure thing, Bill,” one-officer responds.

  “All right, Beast, this is just a little taste of what happens when you get out of line. From now on, play ball or we will be back to take care of business again,” Bill says.

  The ambulances are on their way and so is the cleanup crew. “Let’s book this animal and go home for the night.”

  Psycho is driving home for the night and stops off at the local McDonald’s drive-thru to get something to eat. Of course, it is surrounded by the local low lives at 5:30 a.m. These people include drug addicts, prostitutes and the homeless. A few cars are going through the drive-thru with their loud energetic kids.

  “Mommy look that man is crying in his car” says a small young white girl.

  “Mind your manners, Monica, that man must be mentally ill. It's not nice to point dear.”

  Psycho pulls up to the drive-thru window to order his customary meal.

  “Hi, my name is Charice; how may I help you today?”

  Can I get four Quarter Pounders, small fries, and a large 7 Up?”

  “Are you all right, sir?”

  “I'm fine; I just have real bad allergies.”

  “If you say so, sir that will be $12, okay.”

  He pulls out of the drive-through and rides down Madison Street, heading west. He does not feel like going home, so he pulls into the driveway of a large Laundromat to finish his food. Some homeless looking guy in dirty-looking clothing walks up toward the driver side seat. Psycho goes for his gun. This guy probably just wants some cash, but you never know.

  “Yo bro, can you spare a buck or two, you all right man? Why are you crying? Your woman leave you or something?”

  “I'm fine, here’s $20, my man.”

  The bum walks off to get something to drink at the liquor store across the street. Psycho turns on the ignition and pulls out of the lot to go home for the night. It will feel good to go to sleep in his king-sized bed while watching one of his favorite cable shows: Punked. He does not even take off his clothing or shoes. He just hops into the bed, pulls up the covers and drift into sleep in a few minutes. Psycho wakes up in the morning, gets some coffee and sits down to read the Chicago Sun-Times. Damn, he just woke up a few minutes ago and he is bored already. He almost hates having off days, but the body does need some rest now and then. He is bored, so he decides to go to the local library on Madison and Addams. He puts on a fake beard, mustache, wig and his fake foam belly, which he ordered on-line weeks ago. He goes into the library, gets on the computer, and begins watching porn, of course, with the volume turned up loud as possible.

  Laughing too much, he is thrown out by the library security guard and walks down the street. He picks up his baseball bat that he has hidden in an alley. He proceeds to break the window of at least four cars and runs away laughing like some classic cartoon villain when he runs away. Psycho runs into an alley a few blocks away, and jumps into his police vehicle parked there; he pulls off the costume he is wearing. He hears the call on his police radio a few minutes later and answers it.

  “Psycho to base, I am in the area. I will take that call. Psycho heads back to the library and talks to the African American security guard on duty there. Man this homeless looking white dude came in here watching porn and broke the windows on all these cars the guy says.

  “What did he look like, sir?”

  “He was about five feet 10 inches with a beer belly an Afro, black glasses and blue jeans with a black shirt.”

  Psycho talks with the manager and takes down the make and registration of each vehicle before talking with the people who handle the finger printing and such. He goes back home laughing; once again he has gotten away with some real funny shit.

  Bill loves jogging early in the morning when it is still dark. About 4 a.m. is his favorite time and jogging at the Tilton Playground Park alone helps him clear his head. He likes jogging on grass or a treadmill rather than concrete, as jogging is tough on the joints and concrete can easily help you get shin splits. Tilton Playground Park is a small park near Lake, and Cicero with two basketball courts, and a swing set for the kids; a black fence surrounds it. Bill also likes this park because it is a place where many dealers sell and people go to get their fixes. It is a good place to shake down drug dealers and even shake down the buyers. He and some of the guys banged a number of young, thick white chicks rather than taking them to jail. He usually meets a few of the sergeants here in the morning; they trade information about events going on in the force, and problems that have to be dealt with. This morning he was talking to Etsuko, a young-looking middle age Asian female who had been a sergeant for years before Bill even joined the force. She is in better with the white shirts than even Bill is, and gets information before even he does. Bill made it a point to get in bed with Etsuko, literally and recognizing her as a powerful force for helping him achieve his plans within the force.

  “Bill, we may have a problem with this new police superintendent, who’s taking over at the end of the year. This guy been an officer before, unlike that FBI guy we have now, but he is strait-laced and is already talking about cleaning the department up,” says Etsuko.

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sp; “I make it my business to keep up with all the possible replacements that could get the position, but I did not know who would be picked,” says Bill. “I am not going to let some Dudley Do-Right looking motherfucker ruin what I got going on here, baby.”

  “What the white shirts got to say about this shit? Most of them are ready to retire, Bill, and do not give a fuck; and it is up to the mayor anyway. Haven’t I done enough favors for that asshole to get somebody in place who will play ball said Bill? The mayor is tired of all the negative press, Bill, especially in an election year, so he needs a person like this. Bill thought for a minute and started talking again. In the Army, they taught us to stay calm and come up with multiple solutions to problems. This guy is just another problem that needs to be solved. I will dig up what I can on this guy and see what I can do to get rid of him; and then I will get somebody in place who will play ball. This is my fucking city, and anybody who wants to do business here had better learn to pay their fucking rent no matter who they think they are! How about you stop by and come see me later? I'm off work today, and we can go see a movie and have dinner.”

  Bill does not refuse as Etsuko is hot as hell, and he is a people person who understands the need to socialize to get things done in society. That’s' what separates those who know how to play the system and those who do not. How many unqualified people are unqualified in our society to have the position or jobs that they hold, but they have them regardless? Nepotism could be a powerful tool if used right, and besides, Etsuko is a hot Japanese woman more than willing to put out. Who would turn down sleeping with a 5-foot, 9-inch buxom Asian woman? Everybody had to pay their rent money, but rent money came in different forms to Bill. It could be money, sex, material goods, land, or even respect. This superintendent, Mr. Dudley Do-Right was going to pay his rent one way or another.