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Ashley Learns a Lesson
Ashley Von Brandt was sitting in her boss' office waiting for her boss to come in. Her boss said he had some good news for her, something about a promotion or at least an opportunity to make more money. She never has been unable to get along with her boss. Hell, she doesn’t even really know why he hired her in the first place. She was a waitress at a shitty bar at the time she met her boss, and all she did was help him calculate some numbers and he asked her to be his secretary. Maybe it’s because he knew who she was and that’s what tipped him off. She thought to herself how it would only be a matter of time before she gets fired as her boss walked through the door. Her boss was an older Irish man whose Irish swagger never left him, whether he was at a board meeting or waiting in line at Starbucks. He had recently become the CEO of Public Automotives, the largest and prosperous automotive company in Las Detras. “Looks like we have some business to attend to Ms. Brandt,” said Mr. Braden as he lit himself a cigar. Ashley scooted closer to her bosses desk and lit a cigarette of her own. “I think you can be of help to me, or more like obliged to do this for me,” said Mr. Braden.
By Julian Hayden7 years ago in Criminal
A Memory of Disjointed Illusions - A Short Story
The year was 1989, in an alternate universe very different from ours. In this universe, technology was very far ahead of ours, and with that, so was science. The world was advanced, yet was still rotting away from global warming, even quicker than ours.
By The Neon Hunter7 years ago in Criminal
Quiet Explosion—Chapter 5/5
Chapter 5—The Showdown It was too late to stop the all-out assault and the police just added to the already chaotic scene. Dan’s patience was about to pay off as Jill’s guard joined the rest of Bobby’s men, who were desperately trying to keep everyone at bay. Every bit of firepower was now needed, Bobby thought Jill was going nowhere amid the throng of gunfire.
By GARY DEAN7 years ago in Criminal
Crossing into Liberty
The white phone matched the gray, peeling walls that surrounded the bevy of women waiting to talk on the phone. The day seemed normal, inmates milled about, yearning for the chance to talk with their loved ones. One woman, Ellish Vat, leaned her head against the window. Her dark hair clashed against the grayness. Her skin looked like yellow glue. She flashed a smile. On the other line, her six-year-old son talked about first grade. Ellish became excited. She shouted when she heard of her baby’s stellar grades.
By Skyler Saunders7 years ago in Criminal
Quiet Explosion - Chapter 4/5
Chapter 4 - All Is Not Lost Steve turned up at the flat to find it surrounded with police, he could feel the rage rise within himself, now having to deal with another complication.
By GARY DEAN7 years ago in Criminal
Black Medusa
A cold, moonless night with a slight drizzle of rain set the tone for bad things to come. The big black Escalade roared down the long, black, serpentine I-77 highway toward Sugar Creek road where a neighborhood hole-in-the-wall, rump-shaking club lived. The destination: the Viper lounge, where men went to get their drink on and find female companionship. It wasn't a rump-shaking club, but what went on in the private rooms stayed in the private rooms. A little after midnight and they were making good time since the interstate wasn't busy.
By wilson jackson7 years ago in Criminal
Token Black
Two AM Sunday morning, but the usual after midnight crowd at Mitch's bar on Central Avenue didn't stick around on the account that it was the Lord's day. Owned by a man with the same name, Mitch Blake, a former actor who was once a pretty boy in Hollywood, became an aging pretty boy as his star began to diminish, so he left tinsel town to come back home and use his money to open a bar.
By wilson jackson7 years ago in Criminal
Quiet Explosion - Chapter 3/5
Chapter 3 - The Rescue DI Fotheringham drove to the flat in Old Bank crescent, followed closely by two squad cars, all full of armed police. This wasn’t going to be easy. The likelihood of someone getting shot was going to be very high. They drove at high speed on the Leeds ring road through heavy traffic. They had to travel to the other side of Leeds to their destination but it wouldn’t take them long. When they arrived they all burst into action. This had been planned down to military precision back at the station and everyone knew where they needed to be so that every exit was covered. DI Fotheringham was leading the main group up three flights of stairs to flat 21B. Without hesitation the door was broken down and in flowed a group of police, screaming and shouting as they went, clearing and securing every room. The flat went quiet as everybody waited for the next instruction from DI Fotheringham who was slowly looking from room to room, satisfying his own desire to find some clue or evidence that they were not being taken for a ride. He looked through every window and in every corner, on the floor and up and down the walls hoping for some kind of break. Eventually he spotted the crucial bit of evidence showing quite clearly that he was on the right track. There on the sideboard was a baby monitor, still switched on. Throughout all the flat there were no sign of a baby, infant or small child that could warrant having a baby monitor. It could only be in use for one thing and that was for tipping off those who they wanted to catch, giving them a heads up that someone was on to them. With the speed of a gun-slinger DI Fotheringham pulled out his police radio.
By GARY DEAN7 years ago in Criminal
The Break In
It was Saturday. About 11:36 PM. Me and my boys were just chilling in my house in Queens, New York. Although it's New York City, where it's busy and full of lights and noises... that didn't stop the man who thought it was cool to bust into my crib.
By BLACK YOUTH CULTURE7 years ago in Criminal
Quiet Explosion—Chapter 2/5
Chapter 2 - The Kidnapping Steve was a self made millionaire in his mid twenties, who made his money from foreign electronics sales. The Asian markets were so far advanced, many people in Britain couldn’t wait to get their hands on the goods, even if they didn’t come with guarantees and warranties. Where Steve made most of his money was in modified electronics—a mobile phone could be programmed to do just about anything these, days but it was something that only the black market could offer, especially for the type of clientele Steve was dealing with. There were small warehouses around the globe that stocked anything people wanted, he also had a group of programmers and electronic experts able to modify to demand. On his business trips he would befriend some powerful allies as he wined and dined the local mafiosa, but Steve loved to come back to Leeds. He felt he had to come back to the place where he spent his childhood, he also thought he could make a difference to the people in his hometown, he liked to think of himself as some kind of philanthropist, to give himself a feel good factor, and to bring some justification for his misdeeds. Steve had made himself quite an empire, and controlled much of what went on in Leeds, it was a case of ‘better him than someone else who didn’t give a crap’. He didn’t realise that the by-product was death and mayhem, but as the saying goes, ‘ what you can’t see can’t hurt’.
By GARY DEAN7 years ago in Criminal
Bubble Baths and Bullets
Hosea Tribe leaned back in the steaming copper tub filled to the brim with clean bubbly water and exhaled a long ragged breath. It had been eighteen days since his last bath, and that had really only been a dip in the river with a bar of borrowed soap. Stolen soap really… but he had put it back by the washer women’s pans and boards before dawn, so it didn’t seem to him to be much of a crime. Not a crime worth counting anyway. He had plenty of those tallied up already. Breathing in and out deeply Hosea’s aching muscles began to relax into the sudsy water. He let his mind wander over the events of the last few days. By god but it had been insanity. Unbidden, her face floated before Hosea’s mind's eye. Round hazel eyes, hair the color of dark honey, heart shaped face and a full figure, curvy and soft looking. Not that Hosea had gotten the chance to test the theory of her softness… She had barely begun to warm to his smile, before the movements of a greater story had pulled them apart. The men to whom Hosea and most of this piece of the West answered to had changed things in with a swift finality that left the residents of the little township Kingston and the surrounding county reeling. The fact that Hosea was able to relax in a bath at the Kingston’s one and only Hotel had more to do with his exhaustion then any real security he might have. Perhaps the very knowledge that the door could be kicked in and he shot to death there in the tub at any moment made the relaxation and thoughts of her more delightful. Rose Lillian Carson. Rosie, as her friends called her.
By Hadley Frances7 years ago in Criminal
The Free Man
I have worked for the FBI for most of my adult life. I spend my days and nights searching for the criminally insane. The individuals who commit horrendous murders.
By Jodi Roberts7 years ago in Criminal