《Darick Ryan: The story of a Empire Cop》Chapter Nine: Hunted down
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October 3rd, 1995
EOD Building, Uptown, Empire, Little Bird
12:45 PM.
"Darick you're late," said Agent Mackenzie, "And I know it ain't due to traffic,"
Darick replied, "My friend Linda she graduated from the fire academy today. Yeah I know I'm wanted and being hunted down by the police. But I promised her that if she needed anything even someone to talk to I would be there for her no matter what comes to Hell of high water,"
"Well come on," said Agent Mackenzie, "Follow me to the armory you'll need better weapons than a pistol. I personally favor the Steak you know a licensed copy of the American Ithaca Model 37 Stakeout model. In the armory, they have every kind of weapon besides a flamethrower and a minigun. No there's no bazooka's or RPG's either."
***
In the armory.
Darick got an M3 Super 90 shotgun and went with Agent Mackenzie.
***
At a warehouse in the Factory District.
Agent Mackenzie and Darick entered and saw some people around a table with drugs.
"Alright hold it!" shouted Agent Mackenzie, "Drop your weapons and put your hands in the air,"
A criminal replied, "Shit it's the fuzz!"
Several more federal agents came in but they quickly turned on Agent Mackenzie and Darick.
***
Outside
"Are you kidding me?" said Agent Mackenzie
"Oh damn," said Darick after coming outside.
"Oh your car is on fire," said Darick
Agent Mackenzie replied, "No. Come on,"
"Come on we need to get out of here," said Darick
The two ran but there was a explosion from the car where the fire reached the fuel tank,
"I know a place where we can hide for a bit," said Darick
***
Three blocks north.
The two hid their shotguns and concealed their pistols.
"We'll be safe in here," said Darick
They entered a brick building that says "FDEB ENGINE 18, LADDER 18, BATTALION 18"
Great hiding in a firehouse! Agent Mackenzie thought, Wow couldn't be anyplace worst
"Hey Chief Richter?" asked Darick, "Can I and Agent Mackenzie hide out here? Until sunset at least?"
Battalion Chief Kai Richter allowed them to stay not because Linda is his daughter and Darick is her friend but because he's just kind not adding he knew Darick's father from his time during the Vietnam war.
"Hey Chief," said Darick, "Since you knew my father. Can you tell me why he was very standoffish?"
Battalion Chief Kai Richter replied, "Yeah it's from 1970 though. I got out of Nam in late '66 though,"
***
May 12th,1970, Mekong Delta, Vietnam.
Corporal Lochlan Ryan had an M3A1 Flamethrower, Commando (Colt GAU-5/A), and Phoenix Pistol (M1911A1). Cpl Lochlan placed a cigarette into his mouth and used a metal flip lighter and lit it.
The squad came under fire from the Viet Cong and Cpl Loachlan placed the flamethrower on the ground and switched over to his assault rifle and opened fire where the muzzle flashes were from the VC shooting.
Cpl Loachlan could've used his flamethrower but a 10-liter tank wouldn't last long within ten seconds not adding he was trained to fire it in bursts. But after they killed the VC Cpl Loachlan picked up the flamethrower and placed it on his back.
They blew some caves that the VC were using but they got pinned down by sniper fire. Cpl Loachlan ran ahead under enemy sniper fire and shot napalm into the cave before heading in and continuing to shoot the napalm around.
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After he got done he saw the people on fire but they weren't NVA or VC but just regular people who were hiding.
"Oh my God, what have I done?" said Cpl Loachlan, "What the hell did I do?"
The squad he's in soon came and they didn't know what happened but they just shot the burning people to put them out of their misery. The only thing after that was the sounds of X16s (M16A1), Semiautomatic Service Garand (M14 BR), Police Tactical Shotgun (Remington 1100), and a 7.62mm GPMG (M60 GPMG).
***
Present day
"So my father accidentally burned a cave full of civilians," said Darick, "Damn that's messed up. I can see why he was very standoffish,"
Battalion Chief Kai Richter replied, "Vietnam was a war that nobody could expect. The Americans used the BEAST technique which is Bombing, Escalation, Air and Artillery, Search and Destroy, and technology. The VC used Gruella warfare, hit and run, and ambushes. We'd used a combination of what the US and NVA/VC used. But Jungle warfare wasn't what the Yankees were good for being well trained for. But the Americans more or less cared about their public image as well. If they didn't they'd probably flatten the whole country with tons of napalm strikes. But they're gov't got involved telling them what to attack and all that bullshit."
There was a photo on Kai's desk where it was from 1964 when Kai was twenty-four almost twenty-five in the Binh Thuan province, Bac Binh district of Vietnam. Kai had a Semiautomat Service Garand (M14 Battle rifle), Phoenix pistol, and a Lupara. Not adding also a bayonet, a flashlight, and C4.
"You were a tunnel rat?" asked Darick
Kai Richter replied, "Fourth Infantry Division, Ninth Combat Engineer Battalion, From '65 to '66 I was a tunnel rat who was also an engineer as well, Your father was a combat engineer as well but armed with a flamethrower that shot out napalm instead,"
***
It was long until night came but throughout the day the fire engine (1968 opened cab Conflagration Pumper/1968 American LaFrance 900 series), fire truck (1964 opened cab Conflagration tiller/1964 American LaFrance 900 tiller ladder), and battalion chief's car (a 1965 Salamander Fire/Cadillac DeVille) come and go even to faulty fire call boxes that sends a false fire call to the firehouse.
***
At night
"You'd think the city would've sent a technicine out to fix those faulty fire call boxes," said Kai
Agent Mackenzie replied, "The city has around 1500 firefighters. 3500 LEO's and Detectives, 40 Feds, 54 EMT's and 54 Paramedics, and sixty engineers who ride around in vans and they're overworked well we're all overworked."
"Actually it's 1,075 firefighters, Fifteen lieutenants, and three Captains, Three Battalion Chiefs, Two Division chiefs, Thirty Arson investigators, and four safety battalion chiefs." said Kai, "And I get to command Firehouses 14,16,17,17,18,47,68,69, and 525,"
Agent Mackenzie replied, "You'd said seventeen twice,"
"He means firehouse seventeen," said Darick, "Home to Engine Seventeen, Ladder 17, Brush Unit 34, and Ambulance 44 over at West 343 Street in Eastside.The other one is Rescue Squad Seventeen over at 2107 Garmancy Street in Uptown,"
Agent Mackenzie replied, "Oh. And now I see the map of the city, What are 18,19, and 25?"
"I'm the 18th Battalion," said Battalion Chief Kai, "19 is the 19th Battalion and 25 is the 25th Battalion,"
"Well Chief I guess I'll be seeing you," said Darick
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Battalion Chief Kai replied, "Darick. I knew your father. He was a nice guy but I promised him that if anything happened to your mom and dad I promised them that I would take care of you and your sister. But take care,"
"Nice talking to you chief," said Agent Mackenzie, "Let's go,"
They left the firehouse.
"I'm going to go get my sister," said Darick
Agent Mackenzie replied, "Ok we'll go to Andersen and get Sonata and go back to my place,"
"I'm sure the police would have a couple of uniforms watching your house or apartment," said Darick
Agent Mackenzie replied, "I got a secret hideout. I didn't put it down as my residence and no one but me, my mom and you now that know about it,"
***
In Andersen.
"Quick get back," said Agent Mackenzie
Two 1960 Hornet Universe's police (1960 Ford Galaxie) went up and down the road with the searchlights shining in the alley but they had the single roatary light on and siren blaring.
"Come on let's go," said Agent Mackenzie
They got Sonata from the apartment and headed to Agent Mackenzie's place in the forest.
***
In the forest.
They saw three lights but they quickly hid and three cops with their twelve-inch flashlights and revolvers being the .357 Magnum Mk 1 (S&W M27), .357 Mk2 (Colt Python) and Budget Revolver (S&W M28)
When the cops passed the three moved on.
Mackenzie got out a key and opened a door.
"Welcome to La Villa Mackenzie," said Agent Mackenzie
It's nice looking place, Darick thought, Neat and cool looking.
Sonata went to bed due to she has to go to school and all that not adding she's a normal teenager and Darick doesn't want to worry her about why she's with them hiding like a criminal.
***
Two in the morning.
Sonata got up due to it's part of her clock in her to go to the bathroom and get something to drink.
"Well we're screwed," said Darick
Agent Mackenzie replied, "Yeah that's true. 3500 Cops and 40 Federal Agents."
"They don't want their secret about corruption to go out," Darick said, "Police Dept is corrupt. Child Services is corrupt. The Bureau of Law is corrupt. EOD is corrupt. Wouldn't surprise me to see that the Bureau of Agriculture, Bureau of Wildlife and Nature, Bureau of Food Safety, Bureau of Education, Bureau of Energy, Bureau of Homeland Defense, Bureau of Human Wellness, Bureau of Labor, Bureau of Transportation, and Bureau of Food, Nutrition and Consumer Services are corrupt!"
Agent Mackenzie replied, "Yeah. But let's see the Empire Police Dept and Island Patrol beat officers and the EOD are armed with Phoenix Pistols, Nightwatch revolvers. .357 Magnum Mk1's and Mk 2's, Light Revolver, .357 Commando, SpecOps, .45 Compact, .44 Double Action, .41 Revolver, X16s, Semiautomati SG's, Automatic Service Garand, Baker 311s, Baker 312s, Baker 500s, Baker 520s, Baker 540s, Mil&Police Shotguns, Baker Marine Combat Shotgun, CT759mm, CAR-15's, 7.62mm GPMG, Auto Rifles, Auto Rifle Lights, and Auto Rifle Mk2's. Yeah, we're screwed, That's not adding Grenade launchers as well."
"Sorry for dragging you down with me," said Darick, "I tried to expose the corruption and this is the situation I bring you and my sister in this mess,"
Agent Mackenzie replied, "It's actually quite fun. I gave a stack of papers exposing the corruption of the police dept and other city services but my boss just placed it in the shredder. I sent copies to my mother but she's out of town she's on vacation no phone and has no way to get in hold of her. The only thing she has is books and a watch. Just to get it away from it all and she'll be back on the Thirteenth. She's the only one who can help us now, She's the only one I can trust besides you,"
"I would hate to be my cousin named Mackenzie," said Darick, "The police or Gov't agents probably picked her, and my aunt up,"
They heard a helicopter getting closer.
"Don't worry I installed something in-between the walls to block out FLIR,"
Sonata replied, "FLIR?"
"Sonata go back to bed," said Darick, "Me and Mackenzie are working on it,"
Agent Mackenzie replied, "FLIR stands for Forward-looking Infrared. The police use it to find criminals and all that. It's nothing for you to worry about. You're just a high school student nothing for you to worry about."
"Before I go back to bed," said Sonata, "Why don't you two get a room. The chemistry is there for you two. Unless Ms. Mackenzie here is a workaholic. Well, night,"
Darick then looked over to Mackenzie when then looked away sheepishly.
"Are you ok?" asked Darick
Agent Mackenzie replied, "Your sister is right. There is chemistry between us. We got the same things in common. We joined law enforcement to protect and serve. We're both athletic. We're both brave, disciplined, friendly, love the outdoors, hate dishonesty and corruption, and we love our jobs. But your sister is right I'm a workaholic. Instead of working ten hours a day I work twelve to fourteen if not forty-eight hours work, It's just a mechanism passed down from mother to daughter and I do it to get over the failed relationships."
"Mackenzie," said Darick, "The main reason I became I cop was not to let down my dad. But every Saturday or Sunday my dad would drag me to one of the five EBPD or EBIP Ballistic Range and have me shoot either a Nightwatch Revolver, Light Revolver, a .357 Commando revolver, SpecOps Pistol, or a .45 Compact revolver. When I became a teenager he had me start shooting shotguns. Nice guy though but I don't know what to do about his killer or killers can't catch them with the cops and the feds breathing down our necks."
Agent Mackenzie replied, "I got a firefight solution figured out,"
Agent Mackenzie then opened a wall and it showed a Commando Assault Rifle, X16 Assault Rifle, SpecOps pistol (S&W M39), Baker 312, and an Auto RIfle (M1918A1 BAR)
The two then went to bed.
***
Over in Westside in an apartment.
Elite Operations Detachment Agents broke open an apartment door with a battering ram and broke the apartment door open. They arrested Darick's aunt and a cousin named Mackenzie. But they arrested them.
***
At the EOD Building.
In an interrogation room.
An EOD Agent shined a light in Darick's cousin Mackenzie and he acted all tough. She told him she doesn't know where Darick is but he thinks she was lying so he slammed her onto the stainless steel table and removed her panties and tried to rape her only for her knee to meet his stomach very hard.
She slid up her panties but also took his SpecOps pistol as well and she wasn't afraid to use it due to her father was a cop (who died in chapter 1) and he taught her how to shoot a firearm but he had her to shoot an X16 rifle/w thirty round magazine over a pistol.
The thing is that the room is soundproof. But over in another interrogation room, Mackenzie's mother was gang raped by two EOD agents and she suffers from Osteoporosis from a lack of calcium due to she's lactose intolerant and can't have dairy but hates vegetables besides artichoke and asparagus.
Mackenzie also broke into a room and found a notepad and wrote a letter to her twin sister to come home ASAP for help where she's the survivalist nut not adding she has an M1 Garand with a match barrel and adjustable sights. Well she was in JROTC at the rank of Seawoman SN/E-3 before dropping out of high school for being held back.
Mackenzie then gave a little chuckle that their armed forces separate people by gentle that men with a rifle are called riflemen, women with rifles are called riflewomen and nonbinary people are called rifle person but transgender people are called what gender they say they are.
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