(quick recap my team and I were hired to find the thugs assaulting charity workers. What we found was a group of no goods up to no good. How no good, just keep reading.)
An hour later Ted came in with a newspaper. The cover was War in the Streets. The second story was about an Elf for New Hope being tied up and shot on a street corner. TC Said, “I didn’t shoot him.” I tapped on the box and said, “no my guess is there is a secret in this box worth killing for.” Ted said, “yeah no kidding.” Ted went on to say he would need time to examine the box. I told him he had twenty-four hours. I was going home to shower and sleep. At home, I found two officers waiting for me. They needed me to come back to the station and answer some more questions. Ten hours later they brought me back home where I showered and slept. In the morning, I went for a run. I noticed a bigger police presence in my neighborhood. After running I showered again had a bowl of corn flakes. Then using the back door went to the office.
At the office, Ted said we would have to meet in the secure room. In it he had dismantled the box. He had found a tracking device inside. Our secure room acted as a Faraday cage preventing signals from coming in or getting out. Ted said, “outside of the GPS marker this thing had no security.” I replied, “the security was the guys with the guns.” He went on to say how the box was a large hard drive storing peoples stolen credit card numbers as the donated. He said, “it’s the perfect scam. Most people today don’t carry cash so if they can donate using a card then they will.” The scam was worse. People with credit limits above fifty thousand or bank accounts above two hundred thousand a special marker was placed on the file. Using a program to retrieve erased files Ted rebuilt the past scans. He connected the marks with home invasions over the last couple of months with at least twelve deaths. But wait there’s more.
Ted said, “this is where top hat Santa comes in. I found a receipt on him with a barcode. When I tried to take the receipt, he flipped out. So, using the street cameras I followed him to a dealer.” Ted turned on a screen in the room. A video from a street camera showed top hat Santa walking up to a known drug dealer. The dealer stood on the opposite side of a fence from the buyer. The dealer pulled out what looked like a pricing gun and scanned the receipt. He left then came back with a small packer of something. I don’t think it was sugar. Ted said, “I also searched every known charity for homeless and poor and couldn’t find where they gave any money away.”
Identity theft, credit card theft, home invasion, murder, drug dealing and embezzlement of charity funds. I said, “what no puppy kicking?” Ted turned around and played a video of one of the elves kicking a kid's puppy into the street and under the tire of a passing truck. TC who had come in without a sound said, “we need to stop these people now.”
As if to answer the question the police were at the door. They had a search and seizure warrant for all fire arms in the premises. They took everything from my personal Beretta Storm subcompact to every AR 15 in the arms locker. They even took a plugged barrel replica of a WW II M1 Garand hung on the wall. None of the guns used that night were there. I have a secondary location for heavier duty weapons. If Ted did his job those guns were long gone. The location isn’t in my name or the companies. Luckily the donation box was unrecognizable in its separate parts. Then they took me in for 24 hours so they could test the guns. So, I wouldn’t make a break for it.
24 hours later I was on the street. Back at the office I found everyone that works for me. TC called everyone who wasn’t on a job in to work on this job. I pulled TC aside and told her we need to do this by the book and within the law. With the police watching us anything stupid or illegal could end the company. She asked, “then what will we do?” I answered, “I have no idea.” It would seem Ted had an idea. He sent all the information we gathered illegally to a police detective he knows. This detective is the one working on a rash of home invasions taking place in the city.
We needed to make it able for the detective to investigate the charity. TC said, “let’s raid their offices. Using baseball bats and our fists we would go into the New Hope’s offices and break stuff. This will give the police an excuse to go in and find the evidence they need to take them down. This also could end our company. Our preferred clientele does not hire criminals and the kind that do we don’t work for. Before we left I addressed the company, “this could be our last action within this country. If anyone doesn’t want in I will understand.”
Near the door with the annoyed intercom was two loading doors. If we were to give the police the best way of seeing all the illegality happening we would need to take these doors down. It’s a good thing I brought the Hummer. I attached a tow line onto the doors and pulled them off. Inside was the entire elf army. Twenty men all dressed like either elves or Santa Clause. Also, there was one in an Elvis Santa costume. They were surrounded by guns, money and what turned out to be stolen items from the home invasions. In other words, evidence.
TC yelled, “let’s take it to them.” we charged in with bats. The doors coming off and our invasion took them by surprise. We struck. Luckily, they didn’t go for their guns. They grabbed whatever was handy. One of them threw a bell. The bell clanged off the Hummer. Santa Elvis pulled a knife and came at me. Before he got to me TC put her foot in front of him and he tripped over it. the knife went sliding by. He got up and threw a punch. I countered and caught him in the beard with a good old fashion round house. That is when the police arrived.
In the end, the charity was closed. All their operators were jailed. Some with multiple counts of murder. Inside the offices the police found a detailed account of all the drug dealers they worked with as well as all the stolen money and houses invaded. After some negotiations, my team was charged with several misdemeanors from simple assault to property damage. I now find myself alongside of the road picking up trash for the next one hundred hours. Also, our client refused to pay us. The elf that kicked the puppy may have had a little accident involving a baseball bat and his nuts.
These are short stories I wrote. Some are connected to the larger books I am working on others are just for the fun of story telling.
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