The Arms of Order: Chapter 1 – Just Another Arrest

Chapter 1 – Just Another Arrest

“Remember. We need them taken in alive,” Kurtis says.

“Remember. I’m allowed to kill them if they threaten our lives,” Cole comments.

“Within reason. Within reason.”

My squad and I get out of our new black police truck, with two front seats, two back seats, and a rear compartment to hold arrested suspects. It’s a government gift for all our hard work and has been our mode of transportation, so we don’t need separate cars or SUVs to get where we need to go. We’ve parked it in a parking lot a few blocks away from the suspects’ location, so they don’t see us coming. Still, the attention we get on the street from passing civilians, who thank us for our service and say hello to us, does bring us some attention. It also doesn’t help that we’re dressed in our usual cop uniforms; I wear a standard police cap, a blue dress shirt and pants, gloves, body armor, and combat boots. Kurtis wears a combat helmet with a king poker card in it, body armor, armor on his arms and shoulders, a blue shirt and pants, and armor on his shins. Cole wears full-body armor from head to toe and looks like a modern knight, while Max has little body armor and instead wears a long detective coat, a dress shirt and tie, and dress pants and shoes.

We make our way inside a shop that also doubles as a home. Cole and Max stand at the exit, while Kurtis and I question the owners, who already look scared to talk to us.

“Hello, ma’am. My name is Sergeant Kurtis Thomas, this is Officer Xander Storge, and we’re here to talk to your kids,” Kurtis says.

The woman looks even more distressed now, but tries to smile and hide her emotions. She says, “Officers…please. They’re just young adults who want to take care of us. No one seriously got hurt.”

“So, you do know they were hurting people,” Cole says as he approaches the woman.

“Cole,” I say as I put a hand up to stop him. Turning around, I say, “Ma’am. What your children have done is wrong, no matter how much it helped you in your time of need. What happened is that people were hurt and robbed, and that needs to be rectified. If they turn themselves in peacefully, we can arrange a lighter punishment and forget that you’re shielding them from us.”

“Please, no! I promise they won’t do it again! They’re just starting college, and having a record will cripple their chances at getting good-paying work!”

“Three of them are running out the back! Check to see if the other three are in the shop!” Max says as he ducks his head out of the shop. “Come on, Cole!”

Max and Cole run out of the shop while Kurtis restrains the woman, who tries to prevent us from going into the back rooms of the store.

“Check the rest of the building for the other three, Xander!” Kurtis says to me.

Going into the back rooms, I draw out my taser and yell out for the suspects to come out. Most of the rooms on the ground floor are just storage rooms and don’t have anyone in them, so I take the stairs and am immediately met by the three suspects running at me. In a split-second decision, I fire my taser, bringing down one of the suspects, drop my taser, then deck another in the face, knocking her out, and then start chasing the other suspect, who runs past me. The remaining suspect runs out the door, into the alleyway, and into the city streets. I yell out to people to get out of the way and for the suspect to stop running, only for no one to listen to me.

Civilians get in front of the suspect, grab him, start beating him, and tell me to beat and arrest him. I can only thank the crowd, who cheer with everyone else around me at the sight of the arrest.

“You’re going to jail!” one of the people in the crowd says to the suspect.

“You don’t run away from a cop, idiot!”

“You’re going to get what you deserve now!”

I push the suspect through the crowd of civilians who continue to mock him and even spit in his face. Meeting up with my squad at our police truck, I see Kurtis, who has the woman from the store and the two other suspects, and Max and Cole, who have two more suspects with them.

As we get everyone into the truck, Kurtis asks, “What happened to the third suspect you two were chasing?”

“He ran faster than the others and got away, but don’t worry. I think I know what direction he ran in, so I have some friends looking for him,” Max says.

“You’re not talking about who I think you’re talking about.”

“Who else would I be talking about?”

“Damn it. Let’s get after them.”

We lock up the suspects in our police truck, call in to police headquarters to secure their shop and home, and drive it to the location where Max thinks the remaining suspect is. Going into the restaurant that his friends own, he asks his friends about the suspect, and we are told to come to the back of the restaurant. There, Max’s friends take out the bloodied and beaten suspect, who struggles to even stand up.

“This piece of trash tried stealing a car on the street and was threatening a family for the car keys and their wallets. Give him the worst possible punishment,” one of Max’s friends says.

These friends of Max are all well-dressed Mediterranean men, some of whom wear fancy hats and smoke cigarettes or cigars.

“It looks like you already gave him a punishment of your own,” Kurtis says.

“We did so to protect the family.”

“And then you kept him here in your restaurant?”

“For you officers. We knew you’d eventually come around to us for help.”

“Come on, Kurtis. They’re friends, and vigilantism isn’t punished by law as it used to be,” Max says.

“We’re just concerned citizens, is all, doing our best for our country and valiant police officers.”

“Alright, alright, stop brown-nosing us. We’ll take the boy from your hands. Thanks again,” Kurtis says.

“Always happy to help.”

My squad drags the suspect into the back of our police truck, where his family is in a fit over his condition. We don’t answer any of their questions about how he ended up like this, nor do we respond to any of their insults as we drive them to the processing center to be held before their trial. We hear from police headquarters that the suspects’ store is secure and that the father of the family is being held in the basement. He has a warrant for his arrest and was thought to be in a different state. Additionally, most of the stolen items are in the store’s storage areas and in the house, and they even have makeshift food and drink machines in the basement where they make facsimiles of approved brands that most stores sell, meaning they’ll also be charged with possibly poisoning the public with food and drinks that haven’t been approved by health and food boards. With work done for today, my squad and I head out to dinner at one of our favorite spots in the city, a restaurant in the Loong Dynasty part of the city. Like Friday, they’re having dim sum all day, a type of buffet where all the food comes to you on carts and you pick out what you want.

Since Kurtis speaks the language and knows the people, we get the freshest batch of food. We never get tired of seeing the Loong people get surprised when they see Kurtis speaking their language, as if a black man speaking it is unheard of to them, and for some of the natives of the Asiatic kingdom, it is, from what I’ve heard.

As we eat, Kurtis raises his cup of tea and says, “To another job well done.”

We all clink glasses, down our tea, and get another refill from the teapot that’s been given to us.

“To many more bastards getting punished,” Cole says with his glass raised high.

“Yeah. These new thugs have been giving vigilantes a bad name,” Max says.

“Vigilantes already have a bad name as is,” Kurtis says.

“Not like the ones that we work with. I mean, they’re like the ones we just arrested, people who are out for themselves and pretend that doing it for the people they love is a valid excuse. Those people weren’t even poor. They just wanted more and more things to no end.”

“Your vigilantes, those so-called men of honor, also cause trouble for their own reasons,” Kurtis says.

“Maybe, but they help us and mostly keep to themselves.”

“Max, I know that you grew up with them, and may or may not be an official member of their family, but I need you to realize where your true loyalties are, detective.”

“They’re to God, my family, and country, in that order, sergeant. Just like you.”

“I hope so. I don’t need you viewing vigilantes as heroes like everyone else is, because a man who is rumored to be a man of honor is president and has loosened the laws on vigilantism and even rewards it. People are stupid to get themselves in danger unnecessarily because they want to be heroes without restraint.”

“They do help us-”

“They unnecessarily get involved in gunfights and throw themselves at dangerous criminals. Do you know that there are a bunch of amateurs out there playing superhero, going after the bounties that the SIB have on the most wanted people in the country? There’s a reason why not many of those bounties have been claimed. People think it’s easy to shoot a criminal and bring them in dead or alive, not realizing how dangerous these people are.”

“Are you still being bothered by your past, Kurtis?” Cole asks.

“Yes. I remember my childhood friends dying trying to be heroes because they were too impatient about waiting for the cops. It’s why we need more order in this country, not more chaos.”

“What about orderly chaos? Counter-revolution?”

“Corporal, you should know from your experience in the Great War that only systems of order can bring true peace to the world.”

“It hasn’t done much to change it from my point of view. President Campione may be a man of honor, but he’s brought more wealth and peace to this country than the other crooked politicians, who put us into that useless world war that changed nothing. Hell, even the Vorfahren, who took over their government and neighboring countries, brought more peace to the world than their so-called systems of order.”

“Don’t get political on me, Cole. There’s no room for that in this business. The Vorfahren are mass murdering psychos anyway, and use the appearance of tradition, honor, and order as an excuse for their many atrocities on those that oppose them.”

“Can we all at least agree that the Slavs are the worst out of all of them?” Max asks.

Kurtis and Cole nod and agree.

“How about we agree to enjoy our dinner and not argue about our opinions?” I ask.

“That’s exactly what we should do. Thank you, Xander,” Kurtis says.

“We can talk about this later, but we’ll need the help of vigilantes to better combat this new syndicate we’re up against,” Max says.

“This so-called syndicate is just a collection of vigilantes. Once we start taking out more associated families, they’ll turn against one another. They’re no big deal,” Kurtis says.

“I hope they don’t turn out to be a big deal,” I say.

“If you can’t say anything good about the men of honor, then you can at least acknowledge how they focus on other criminals rather than prey on civilians. This syndicate has no honor and just goes after who they feel like,” Cole says.

“Such is the nature of vigilantism.”

“I thought we were done talking about this,” I point out.

“Damn right we are. Let’s talk about more important matters, such as our next stop: the barcade or basketball court,” Kurtis says.

“Basketball court,” Cole says.

“Nah, we gotta go to the barcade,” Max says.

“Why? You still upset that you horribly lost to me in most of the games we played?”

“I just want to get even is all. Nothing wrong with that.”

“Okay, but don’t cry when I beat your ass again.”

My squad and I laugh and talk about more casual matters for the rest of the night. Meanwhile, I can’t help but think about the vigilantes we’re up against and hope that they’re not too serious a threat.

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Men of the Law and Shield: Chapter 4 – Subverting the Job

Chapter 4 – Subverting the Job

Today’s a more casual day on the job as we do things Max’s way, in conjunction with other squads and organized by the Secret Intelligence Bureau, or SIB, in a joint sting operation against a local gang. Right now, we’re in position and simply having a meal to blend in with the rest of the customers.

“Do you know the meaning of being casual, Kurtis?” Max asks.

“This is casual,” Kurtis says.

“A blazer and a dress shirt, pants, and shoes are business casual, if anything.”

“I can’t help it if I always dress to impress. Do you ever get out of the same getup of a long trench coat and accompanying dress shirt, tie, and pants?”

“It’s the outfit people recognize me by. That, and a lot of people on the streets wear this outfit, so I blend in perfectly.”

“You look like the stereotypical image of a police detective,” Cole says.

“Yeah? You look like the spitting image of a tough cop or army veteran. Besides me, Xander is the only other one who looks like we might not be cops.”

A man in a fedora and striped suit walks over to us with the waiter who is serving our food and drinks. He asks us, “I hope you’re enjoying your time here, gentlemen. Don’t worry about the bill. It’s on us for your service to our country.”

“See? Even he knows who we actually are,” Kurtis says.

“Relax. He’s a friend. How do you think I got the information we needed today for the SIB and the operation?” Max asks.

“Let me know if you need anything else. I am happy to be of service.”

Kurtis looks at the man as he walks away. Once he’s gone from earshot, he asks, “Is he a man of honor?”

“Who cares? If he’s helpful to us, then that’s all that matters,” Max says.

“They do like serving us free food. I’ve even gone to Angelo Delicato’s restaurant in Amore Fraterno and got treated when I told them that I was a veteran and a cop,” Cole says.

“They’re trying to buy us out,” Kurtis says.

“They’re good at it.”

“Xander, what do you think?”

Put on the spot, I quickly say, “I think the food’s good.”

“Besides the food.”

“I think we should keep our minds on the operation at hand and deal with the kinder criminals when the time comes.”

“He has a point,” Max says.

“Tch. Yeah, you’re right.”

Just as we’re finishing our meal and making small talk, our radios buzz, signaling that the operation is about to begin. We go outside the restaurant and confront our targets, who are passing by. Other squads are arresting other suspects who are just arriving on site, while others head into the restaurant to get the rest; however, gunfire starts erupting from it.

“We got runners heading out the back of the restaurant! Head after them! The restaurant is under control,” someone says on the radio.

After handing off our targets to the transport team, my squad runs around the block to cut off the fleeing suspects. We catch them, point our tasers at them, and tell them to give up. They don’t and run into different parts of the alleyway, forcing us to split up to get them. Kurtis and Cole go together, while I go after the others with Max. Chasing after the suspects, we run through a connected series of apartment rooms, shops, kitchens, and storage rooms. The suspects ahead of us knock over shelves, boxes, and throw people at us to slow us down, but we push through and catch what and who are thrown at us, so we aren’t slowed down that much.

Eventually, the suspects start running out into the streets, where they turn to try to shoot at us, only for them to be shot in the leg. Turning my head to see who shot them, I see the man in the pinstriped suit waving at us with two other well-dressed men next to him. Max smiles at them as we arrest the suspects and haul them off.

“It’s always a pleasure to see justice in action,” the man in the pinstriped suit says.

“I owe you one, friend,” Max says.

“Forget about it. I’m the one who owes you for keeping our neighborhoods safe.”

Kurtis and Cole round the corner with four suspects whom they bring to the transport team. With the operation complete, the man in the pinstriped suit offers to have us over again for a celebration dinner that he’s going to pay for again, an offer Kurtis refuses. Instead, Kurtis treats us to one of his favorite diners in the city. We see what we did on the news, and people in the diner even come up to us after seeing us on TV to thank us for our service.

“You think this is better than the food at that guy with the pinstriped suit’s restaurant?” Cole asks.

“You don’t like the food here?” Kurtis asks.

“No, it’s good. I just thought the other place was a bit better. Heck, here you have to pay the bill too.”

“I can handle a forty-dollar dinner for four people.”

“You just don’t want to be treated by a man of honor, do you?”

“I prefer not to have a white-collar criminal hold over the favors he’s done for me.”

“They’re not bad people.”

“As far as you know. The most skilled saints hide their worst sins in the dark.”

A man who looks both drunk and drugged up enters the diner, waving a gun around and asking for the cops who are on TV.

“They ruined my life!” the man says as he fires a shot into the air. “Where are they?! I saw their cars outside!”

The man starts shooting in different directions, asking if the cops are in one direction or the other. Kurtis holds up his hand to us as Cole, Max, and I draw our pistols. He stands up in full view of the man, whose eyes widen when he looks at Kurtis. Before the man can say anything, Kurtis quickly draws his gun and shoots the man in the chest, killing him instantly. We call an ambulance to take away the man’s body and then sit back down.

“That guy was okay to kill on sight?” Cole asks Kurtis.

“He was putting people’s lives in danger and going to shoot us as well,” Kurtis says.

“So, why is it okay now rather than when I did it?”

“The situation. I recognize him. He’s a repeat offender who refuses all the help he gets, no matter how often he gets arrested and beaten down for his actions. Just as the sinner who is sorry for his actions after being shown the error of his ways is always shown mercy, the sinner who refuses to be corrected multiple times is eventually given the justice he is due and is eternally punished with no hope of redemption. Even God has limited patience with people like that. Am I right?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Damn right I am. Let’s get out of here, boys.”

As we leave, the people in the diner thank us for taking down the crazed man. It’s then that I know this job is where God wants me to be. Despite everything crazy that happens, and the times when nothing happens, switching to a lot of things happening, I think this is where I belong. I pray for the strength to spare and save lives, and to bring those deserving of punishment to justice.

 

The End

Men of the Law and Shield: Chapter 3 – The Exciting/Headache Part of the Job

Chapter 3 – The Exciting/Headache Part of the Job

Today, I’m doing traffic duty on one of the busier roads of the city with Cole in my police car. Nothing’s been happening so far, so we’ve just been talking on and off and looking at our phones.

“What did we do to get punished with such a boring task for today?” Cole asks me.

Not exactly knowing what to say, I guess, “Kurtis just told me that he trusted me to be on my own today with you.”

“He trusts you to be on your own with me? What’s that supposed to mean? Am I dangerous to be around?”

“No, I don’t think he meant that.”

“Well, it is true. It’s probably why Kurtis wanted you to drive. I’d chase anyone who goes ten miles over the speed limit and hope we’d get into a car chase. Speaking of which, are you paying attention to the speedometer?”

Looking at it again, I say, “Yes, I am. No one should be speeding around here since we’re so visible and most people here respect us and the law.”

“I can’t believe the so-called officers who just hand out tickets all day. I’m glad President Campione finally helped implement changes to stop giving raises to certain police precincts that would fish for tickets or make as many convictions as possible, false or otherwise, to get pay raises. Things are much stricter now to get those raises. The head department for the whole country double-checks the situation behind all your tickets and arrests to make sure they’re all legit.”

“Yeah.”

“What? That doesn’t interest you?”

“It does. I’m just more interested in our job and what we’re doing.”

“This is more interesting to you?”

“No, I mean that I’m more interested in our job as a whole and what it involves. Everything outside of it, I leave to God and His providence.”

“Hmm. That is a good mindset to have, but my mind can’t help but wander to different things because I’m bored. Here, I was thinking that joining the police after the military would be more exciting.”

“You’d have to go to one of the more crime-ridden cities for that. Even there, crime is at an all-time low because of all the benefits and upgrades President Campione has been giving us.”

“I didn’t want to move outside of my home city because I wanted to make sure it’s safe for my friends and family. I guess I got what I wanted by seeing that things are mostly peaceful here, but still. I’m itching for some action.”

“Be careful what you ask for.”

“Yeah, okay, Kurtis. I don’t need to be reminded of that.”

Suddenly, a car passes by us going twenty miles over the speed limit, while dodging through traffic.

“Thanks be to God! Chase after them, Xander!” Cole says as I activate my sirens and hit the gas.

Cole radios over to police headquarters about the speeding car and where we are, as I chase after it. Thanks to President Campione, our car is fast enough to match any custom race car, so we quickly catch up to our target. Still, the car refuses to pull over, so I use the car’s loudspeaker to tell the driver to pull over. After a few seconds, the car turns a corner and then goes faster through a residential area.

“Now we’re talking!” Cole says before he radios police headquarters that we’re chasing a driver who refuses to pull over.

As we chase after the driver, Cole leans out of the window and starts firing his pistol at the car, hitting the body of it to scare him. It does nothing, and the chase continues onto the boulevard. From the boulevard, we head onto the highway where there’s more room for me to ram the car and take him out. Getting close to him, I hit his rear end, making him lose control and hit a wall; however, he keeps going. The hood of his car is starting to smoke, and thanks to Cole’s continued shooting, one of his front and rear tires is shot out. Still, he tries to get away from us, and even pushes through police cars that are blocking his way off the exit.

The car is finally starting to slow down, and yet the driver keeps pushing it as far as he can. He eventually drives through a warehouse door and crashes inside. Cole radios where we are as I park my car on the sidewalk, take out my taser, and start making my way into the warehouse, only to be met with a hail of gunfire. I trip and fall on the ground trying to avoid the bullets, and then immediately get up and behind my car.

In the chaos, I use the car’s loudspeakers to tell the shooters, “Stop shooting and surrender, or we will use lethal force to bring you in alive or dead!”

“They already made their choice! You don’t need to play this entirely by the book, Xander!” Cole says as he pulls our higher-powered weapons out of the truck of the car.

Cole takes out his bulletproof shield and a handheld submachine gun and hands me a high-powered rifle. Since we have no other choice, we fire back at the suspects, hitting several while they fail to hit us. I go more for leg and lower-body shots, whereas Cole is aiming for the upper body and head. Because of the new laws, we aren’t incentivized to try to take anyone alive if they try to seriously harm us. Trying to kill an officer is an automatic death sentence in most, if not all, cases.

With the shooters at the front cleared, Cole pushes up and says, “Get behind me, Xander.”

I do as he says and keep my eyes open for any threats. A few more start appearing, and I try to take them down before Cole does so he doesn’t intentionally kill anyone else, though he still does kill a couple before the area is clear. Backup and ambulances finally arrive, and I hurry the aiding officers to restrain the shooters that are still alive and rush them to the ambulances. Sweeping the warehouse further with Cole reveals an amateur drug operation that was happening here. Later in the day, my squad interrogates everyone we’ve taken in alive, and they tell us a bit more about their drug operation and that they hated the driver Cole and I chased for drawing us to them.

Speaking about the driver, he’s still alive and was under the influence of drugs when he was driving. He’s recovering in the hospital, confesses the same things that his friends did, and pleads for us to give him a light sentence since he’s still young. We tell him that’s for the judge to decide and leave him to go back to the office to rest.

I plop myself down on the couch and say aloud, “I’m glad that’s all finally over!”

“How did he do, Cole?” Kurtis asks.

“Excellent, sir. He shot even more bad guys than I did,” Cole says with a smirk, as if he’s an older brother who’s proud of me.

“Do you know why he did that?”

“To give them what they deserve.”

“No. It was to save them from you.”

“…from me, sir? For what purpose?”

Cole looks at me, looking for an answer or more to help.

“Look at me, corporal. I know how you operate. I don’t even need to read your report to know that you shot to kill, while Xander shot to incapacitate. It's why I had him with you. You’re not a soldier anymore. You’re a cop. We’re supposed to bring them in alive, not just kill them.”

“Even if they’re shooting at us?”

“Yes.”

“That’s bullshit. President Campione made it so it’s a death sentence if anyone tries to kill us. We gave them their chance, and they spat in our face. I fought, sacrificed, and killed for this country, and I refuse to let scum like them ruin it!”

“You know what’s more important than killing, Cole? Saving lives. I don’t care what the new rules say. I don’t care that the criminals that you brought in were bottom-of-the-barrel leeches of society. Those few who were killed could’ve had a second chance at life, and you denied them that.”

“Is that why you’re mad at me?”

“I’m mad that you didn’t even try, unlike Xander here.”

Cole and Kurtis have a stare-down until Cole finally says, “Okay, sir. I’ll take your advice next time, but don’t blame me if someone dies while I’m trying to defend myself or save someone’s life.”

“I won’t.”

Kurtis walks away while Cole slumps into his office seat. He looks over to me, and I just shrug.

Max walks over to me and makes a surprised expression, and whispers, “Who knew a job well done could end so dramatically?”

“Kurtis just has his way of doing things, and so does Cole, is all,” I say.

“Whatever the case is, keep up the good work, Xander, and I’ll do the same so you don’t outshine me.”

Max leaves the office while Cole and I sit in silence. At least our squad gets a boost in reputation because of what happened today. When to kill suspects and criminals has always been a point of contention between Kurtis and Cole, and I hope and pray that it doesn’t tear the squad apart.

Men of the Law and Shield: Chapter 2 – The Process of the Job

Chapter 2 – The Process of the Job

Today, our squad is tasked with patrolling through the streets as a city-wide festival is happening. Cole and Max are patrolling in one area of the festival while Kurtis wants me to be with him in another. Right now, we’re near a police stand where officers are both standing by to help people in need, trying to recruit more people, and signing people up for the police academy.

“It’s always good to see people interested in joining,” I say.

“Eh. The academy will separate the fakes from those who are really meant to be officers,” Kurtis says.

“Really? You think some people aren’t earnestly joining?”

“Yes, I do. Because of the rumors surrounding the new president, they think joining the police is a short way to join the mafia, or the family, and they’ll get all the benefits associated with it. Sure, you may get honor and government pay, but more is expected of you as an officer than with the alternative. You have more eyes on you, and you’re expected to be more restrained and by the book rather than acting on your own conscience.”

“Hmm. I guess you’re right.”

“Damn right I am. Now, don’t keep your attention on them and just watch the crowds.”

“Are you expecting trouble?”

“I’m always expecting trouble. There’s always a law being broken somewhere and someone out there for a warrant for their arrest. The smart ones stay out of view, committing their crimes in the shadows, or using events or crowds like this as a distraction to move around or get what they want.”

“I’ll keep my eyes open, sir.”

Some time passes, and I see Kurtis intently staring into the crowd.

“Did you see that, Xander?”

“No. What am I supposed to see?”

“Follow me.”

Following Kurtis, he goes up to a woman and grabs her wrist, saying to her, “I saw you grab that doll off the vendor’s table. Put it back, and I’ll act like you didn’t take anything.”

“I’m sorry! I just took it without thinking since my daughter wanted it, but I couldn’t afford it. I can hardly afford to get by as is, but don’t mind my ramblings. I’ll put it back,” the woman says.

We’re now noticing the little girl with the woman, who looks related to her and looks curiously at us. Kurtis stares at her, then brings her back to the doll vendor’s table, asks how much the doll is, and pays.

“Was that doll taken? I don’t remember selling it,” the vendor asks.

“It’s paid for,” Kurtis says before taking the woman away from the crowd and telling her, “Don’t teach your daughter the wrong lessons or else you’ll regret it later in life. People can be more charitable than you think if you ask them for help. Understood?”

“I understand! Thank you so much, officer!” the woman says.

Before the woman can tell her daughter to thank Kurtis, the daughter hugs and thanks him.

“You’re welcome,” Kurtis says with a smile.

The two walk away with smiles on their faces.

“That was very nice of you, sir. Why were you so gentle with them, if you don’t mind me asking?” I ask.

“Did you really look at that lady? Notice the tone in her voice and choice of words? Some people commit crimes without thinking, based on emotion. Something small like that shouldn’t put her in jail or even a fine,” Kurtis explains.

“Oh, okay.”

“Are you thinking I’d punish her based on what the law says? I’m a by-the-book kind of man, but I’m not heartless. We have to apply the law appropriately, not blindly without thinking about the circumstances and people associated with it.”

“Yes, sir…”

In the crowd, I notice something weird happening. Kurtis notices my attention being taken away from him and turns to where I’m looking.

“I see what you’re seeing, Xander. I’ll let you handle this one.”

Going to what I see, I grab a man out of the crowd.

“Hello. Excuse me?” I say.

“Y-yes, officer? How can I help you?” the man asks.

“I remember your face on the news and in our database. You have a warrant.”

“I know about that, but it’s for minor stuff, isn’t it? I just owe some parking and speeding tickets, is all.”

“Your warrant also includes violence for some fights you got into.”

“Those were because I was defending people I knew. Is that so wrong?”

“I don’t know, but I do know that a warrant issued for violence means that I have to take you in, regardless of intent.”

I grab the man’s arms and cuff his hands.

“Ah, come on. If you know about them, then you know I’m a good person!”

“A good person doesn’t have to say who they are or try to avoid the consequences of their actions. Now, come on, and stop making this difficult.”

The man keeps trying to excuse everything he did as I take him to a nearby group of cops to take him to the police station for processing.

After they leave, Kurtis says, “Why didn’t you go easier on that guy in comparison to the mother? I know the situation behind his warrant and that he was actually protecting and fighting for the people he cared about.”

“The mother was willing to make up for her mistake, while that guy was trying to avoid the consequences of it,” I say.

Kurtis pats me on the back.

“Good work. If you had let your empathy get the best of you, I’d hit you across the head. Besides, he shouldn’t have tried to take justice into his own hands. He could’ve gotten more than himself and the people he was after hurt and caused more trouble for the people he cared about.”

“You’re right. I guess you really know the difference between a true and a false confession.”

“Yes, sir. I need to know it for when I go to confession. I wouldn’t be able to call myself a Catholic otherwise.”

“I’d call you a fake one if you said you didn’t go at all. God blessed us with both examples of confrontation that I wanted to show you today. Glory be to God!”

“Glory be.”

Some time passes, and nothing else seems to happen in the crowd. Kurtis guesses that the public displays of us picking out and dealing with people are scaring the others who may be thinking about stealing or crossing our path. Police headquarters calls us and tells our squad that an incident related to the man with a warrant we just arrested has just popped up, and since we handled him, we get the honor of handling this new situation. We thank them, and the squad heads out in two separate police cars to the house we’re told to go. Now in a poor area of town with broken sidewalks and doors and windows with metal bars over them, we come across four people arguing with one another, and the argument quickly turns violent as they shove one another, throw punches in the air, and get louder, saying they’re going to hurt the other.

“Police! Break up your fighting and tell me what’s going on. One at a time,” Kurtis says.

Both sides complain to us about what the other did, then start complaining to one another again as if we’re a minor inconvenience to their fight. They start pushing one another again, and this time, one of them pulls out a makeshift-looking gun that explodes into pieces as soon as the trigger is pulled, making sharp pieces of metal fly into the faces of the four people. We start to arrest them and then ask them where they got the makeshift gun from. They mention the man I arrested at the parade, giving us a reason to go to his house. We call for backup, who take away the four people while we go to investigate the house.

The man’s house isn’t too far from here, so we walk there on foot after getting the address from headquarters. Going to the one-story house, we find the door locked, so Cole breaks it open with his battering ram.

“Whew! This guy must be really a gun fan or sprays his home with gunpowder-scented perfume,” Max comments.

“He has all gun models on these walls and figures of fictional characters holding them. Safe to say he’s a big fan. Oh, he has one that I’ve been searching for,” Cole says.

“You two can fangirl about guns with your mutual friend later. Let’s head to the basement. See if that’s where he makes his defective toys,” Kurtis says.

The door downstairs is also locked, but because it’s metal, Cole’s battering ram can’t break it down, so Max uses his lockpicking skills to open it for us. Inside the basement, we find a bunch of gun pieces and a variety of ammo, bags of cash, and a handwritten list of contacts with codenames.

“Didn’t think I’d find nice photos, a kitchen, and a bed down here. It’s like this is where he really lives,” Cole says.

“Look at the photos. Two of them are the people we just saw in the fight,” Max points out.

“Look over here, boys,” Kurtis says, bringing our attention to a shooting range.

At the shooting range, we find a bunch of broken weapons, some dried blood, medical supplies, and pictures of people with bullet holes in them, some of whom are two of the people the other two were fighting with.

“Looks like he’s not the best at making guns,” Max says.

“Yes, but he still makes them, and obviously has targets,” Cole says.

“He has a whole list and plans,” I say, finding a list of names and plans.

I bring attention to a mess of papers I find on a table with bullets and gun pieces on them.

“This guy has an entire war plan with targets, Plan As, and Plan Bs,” Cole says.

“I recognize some of these faces from the news and warrants. From what I can see, it looks like he’s trying to take over this neighborhood and drive out the criminals,” I say.

“He was planning to murder them, and given that one of the people that he knows has one of his custom guns, it means that the others are involved. Let’s see what they have to say,” Kurtis says.

The squad goes to interrogate everyone we arrested, and everyone who’s involved with the man who makes these makeshift guns admits that they were going to rid the neighborhood of criminals. They admit to being criminals themselves, but justify it by saying they’ve turned over a new leaf and will prove it by using their guns to protect the neighborhood, just like the men of honor. Despite their claims, everyone involved is going to be charged with conspiracy to murder by default, given what they say and the evidence we found.

After we arrest everyone involved with the conspiracy, Kurtis pats my back, back at the office, and says, “See how one thing leads to another? This is all because of you, and you deserve all the credit, Xander.”

“Thank you, sir. Just doing my job,” I say.

“Don’t say that. Otherwise, you won’t get anything,” Max comments.

“You don’t get anything because you’re always rewarding yourself.”

“It ain’t a sin to reward yourself for doing a good job.”

“Then start doing a good job like Xander here, and you can reward yourself all you want, and get your legs off your desk.”

Kurtis throws Max’s legs off his desk, making him fall off his chair. Cole laughs at the sight, and Kurtis and I try not to laugh, while Kurtis helps Max off the floor, and Max quietly thanks him and promises to do a better job.

Men of the Law and Shield: Chapter 1 – Another Day on the Job

Chapter 1 – Another Day on the Job

“Hey, coppers. I got a bone to pick with you,” Max says as he reaches for something in his trench coat. “Which one of you gave me a three-hundred-dollar ticket for going five miles over the speed limit?”

“I did. Got a problem with that, or would you like another with a little bit of a beating on top?” I say while reaching for my controller on my desk.

“You know the answer to that. You better put up or shut up.”

Max takes out his controllers, and my friends and I start to play free-for-all on our favorite FPS game on the breakroom TV in the office.

During the match, we joke, and Max says crazy things like, “He’s reaching, he’s reaching! Stop resisting, stop resisting! Officer down, officer down!”

Coming to see what the fuss is about, Sergeant Kurtis Thomas enters the room, rolls his eyes, and says, “Don’t you have anything better to do than bother my boys, Detective Max Marlowe?”

“No, sir. It’s another quiet day in the field,” Max says.

“That’s funny, because I thought you were supposed to follow up on me about the thieves we’ve been after.”

“Ah. I got the file right here.”

Max reaches into his trench coat and hands Kurtis a folder. Looking through it, Kurtis says, “Alright, boys. We got work for you to do right here. You can play your games later.”

The four of us listen to our commanding officer, turn off the console, and take out and look at the files in the folder. Our squad of four is known as the Angel's Trumpet, and our symbol is a flower rendered in a tribal tattoo style, with a white center, four yellow petals, and a red shield around it. Detective Max Marlowe has brown hair and brown eyes, a slight goatee on his chin, and wears a long brown detective’s trench coat, a blue dress shirt, a yellow tie, black dress pants, and black shoes. Underneath his clothes, he has a thin layer of bulletproof body armor. In contrast, Sergeant Kurtis Thomas has black hair, dark green eyes, a chevron mustache, wears a helmet with a king poker card on it, and normal police body armor, a shirt, boots, and everything else. Corporal Cole Belmont has dark brown eyes, wears heavy police armor, a helmet with a shield on it to protect his face, and has the look of a grizzled veteran about him since he was a soldier in the Great War.

Meanwhile, I have brown hair, green eyes, and a normal police officer hat, and I wear the same sort of outfit and armor as Kurtis, but slightly less since I’m not wearing any armor on my shoulders, forearms, or shins. Each of us chose our outfit based on what’s available to our rank and our chosen role on the squad. Even though we have the same tools and gear available as the other squads, we look distinct because of the way we wear our uniforms plus the patch of our squad that we wear on the shoulder of our shirts.

“Alright, boys,” Kurtis says. “These thieves are the definition of petty and amateurs. They robbed places that recognized their voices, left fingerprints, and tried to sell their plunder as soon as they could in various public flea markets and parks as unregistered vendors. God bless the idiotic for making this job easy for us.”

“Shouldn’t we let the locals handle this? They’re who I got this information from and only prevented them from pursuing because you want to handle this,” Max says.

“And I still want to handle this. We’re the police, Max. Dealing with lawbreakers is our job, not theirs. Do you have any bigger fish to fry that we can go after?”

“No, sir.”

“Then we’ll deal with the jewel thieves, and not let some vigilantes or men of honor take care of them.”

“Those men of honor are the reason why we have so many new toys to play with,” Cole points out.

“I know the rumors about the new president and vice president being connected to or members of the mafia, or family, as they like to say, and don’t care about that. He won the election fair and square, has good morals, and is an honest man, unlike many politicians, including the men and women he was up against.”

“He also limited the powers of the tax agency,” I say.

“If he doesn’t do anything else good during the presidency, that one thing made it all worth it,” Kurtis continues. “Back on topic, with how things are now because of our new president, we need to earn our keep as a squad, and as your squad leader, I refuse to let other squads and men of honor hog all the glory, no matter how small it may be. Understood?”

“Yes, sir,” Cole, Max, and I say.

“Damn right I am. Officer Xander.”

“Yes, sir,” I say.

“You need more experience on the field, so I want you by my side on this. Max and Cole, go out to one of the other locations by yourselves and let us know if you see them.”

“Yes, sir,” Cole and Max say.

The squad moves out and gets into separate SUVs. At one of the flea markets, we ask around for the suspects and are immediately pointed toward them.

One of the civilians even says, “Get their asses, officers!”

Another says, “Lock’em up!”

A crowd follows us as we approach the three suspects, who look happy because of all the attention around them, and then lose their smiles the second they see us.

“Good morning, gentlemen,” Kurtis says.

“…morning…officers…” one of the suspects mutters.

“I think you know why we’re here. We can do this the easy way or the hard way.”

The suspects suck in their lips, and I watch for the slightest hint of movement of them either going to run or reach for a hidden weapon. In a split second, the table and everything on it are flipped at us. Kurtis dodges and runs around the side to chase two of the suspects as if he knew it was coming. Meanwhile, the table hits me, and I fall.

“Get up and chase’em, newbie!” one of the people in the crowd says.

“I’m not a newbie,” I say under my breath, get up, and start sprinting toward the third suspect.

Kurtis and I use our squad radios to tell Cole and Max we're pursuing the suspects and to head down to where we are. Kurtis further radios the local stations to come to where we are to clean up the stolen goods, so that no one else takes them. The crowd clears as I chase the suspect I’m after, who continues to knock aside tables and throw stuff at me to slow me down, but this time, I react in time to not let anything slow me down.

“Stop running away, or I will tase you!” I say with my taser out and ready.

The suspect takes one look at me and starts to run faster. Wrong move. I pull the trigger of the taser, and the suspect goes down.

As I get on and start to cuff him, the suspect says, “Wait! You can have everything I stole! I was just stealing stuff to get by and take care of myself and my family!”

“Everyone says that,” I say.

“Come on, have a heart, man! I can’t go to jail! People are depending on me!”

“There are better ways to take care of your family without hurting others. How long you stay in jail will be decided in court. So far, you’re looking at five years minimum based on what I know.”

The suspect continues to struggle with me, so I threaten to tase him again. Not listening to me, I tase the suspect, much to the entertainment of the crowd, who cheer for me and mock him. Now cuffed, I go back to the police SUV and find Kurtis leading two suspects to the SUV. Max and Cole park their SUV as we’re meeting up and are disappointed that they missed the chase.

“Yeah, you can get these troublemakers into the SUV and take them in for processing. I’m not going to let them stink up my car,” Kurtis says.

Kurtis and I help Max and Cole get the suspects into their SUV, who all make excuses about taking care of their families, but we ignore them and slam the door in their face. Then, Kurtis and I watch Max and Cole drive away.

Kurtis pats my back and says, “You did well handling the one suspect by yourself, kid. You need to improve your reaction a bit, though. Anticipate their moves next time by thinking about what you would do in that situation.”

“Yes, sir,” I say.

Getting into our SUV, Kurtis continues talking to me, saying, “Is this what you expected being a cop would be, Xander?”

“Kind of. Why?”

“Most cops either want to live in an action movie, getting into high-speed car chases or intense shootouts, or just be lazy and collect tickets all day. What do you want to do in this job?”

“Serve God by doing whatever the job requires, both the mundane and the intense.”

“Good answer, Xander. It’s the same one I did when I first joined up, and it’s the same answer I have now. You may have a bright future ahead of you as an officer, if you do the same.”

“Yes, sir.”

“You don’t always need to say that when it’s just us casually talking.”

“Yes…”

Back at the station, Max and Cole tell us that our squad got a nice bonus for both getting the suspects and their stolen goods at the flea market, but another squad is getting the credit for collecting the rest of their stolen goods from the house the suspects kept their excess stock in.

“Ah, that’s fine. I only care that they got caught, is all,” Kurtis says.

“Yeah. With that done, can Xander, Cole, and I finish our game? I got a score to settle with them,” Max says.

“No,” Kurtis says with a long pause before continuing, “You have a score to settle with them and me. Don’t think I forgot the time you put a whoopee cushion under my car seat.”

The four of us laugh and continue the game we were playing, a nice rest from the bit of excitement we had from a simple day’s work.