- Banned
- #1
An American city is burning on television
In the city of Poreattle, it was all police lieutenant Eddie Lace’s fault. He dreamed up the scheme during the third straight night of riots, in which two citizens were shot and killed, four cops seriously injured, and more than dozen stores torched and burned to the ground.
Eddie had intelligence reports on local Antifa leader, Martin Jackson. He had met with him several times, and knew Jackson had insights into “the new revolution.”
So Eddie had four of his men go to Jackson’s home, wait for him to return from the burning and looting, and grab him as he was getting out of his car. They brought him to a small cottage on the outskirts of the city.
Guarded by the four men, Jackson sat in the living room, where a hidden camera was already rolling. A live stream was going out online.
Eddie walked into the room and sat down.
—Lieutenant, what am I doing here? Lost your mind?
snip
And like they say, follow the money.
This is why you brought me here, Eddie? To talk about this?
I hate you. You hate me. We go to war. The big money makes more money. The country goes down the toilet. You want to be a hero, I want to be a hero, but we’re pawns on the board when we step back and look…
I want to go home and get drunk and forget all about this conversation.
But you’re too smart to forget.
So what do we do?
We keep talking. We put more pieces together.
Something’s not right.
Or left.
Something’s playing both sides against the middle?
It’s an old game. It wouldn’t be the first time…
In the city of Poreattle, it was all police lieutenant Eddie Lace’s fault. He dreamed up the scheme during the third straight night of riots, in which two citizens were shot and killed, four cops seriously injured, and more than dozen stores torched and burned to the ground.
Eddie had intelligence reports on local Antifa leader, Martin Jackson. He had met with him several times, and knew Jackson had insights into “the new revolution.”
So Eddie had four of his men go to Jackson’s home, wait for him to return from the burning and looting, and grab him as he was getting out of his car. They brought him to a small cottage on the outskirts of the city.
Guarded by the four men, Jackson sat in the living room, where a hidden camera was already rolling. A live stream was going out online.
Eddie walked into the room and sat down.
—Lieutenant, what am I doing here? Lost your mind?
snip
And like they say, follow the money.
This is why you brought me here, Eddie? To talk about this?
I hate you. You hate me. We go to war. The big money makes more money. The country goes down the toilet. You want to be a hero, I want to be a hero, but we’re pawns on the board when we step back and look…
I want to go home and get drunk and forget all about this conversation.
But you’re too smart to forget.
So what do we do?
We keep talking. We put more pieces together.
Something’s not right.
Or left.
Something’s playing both sides against the middle?
It’s an old game. It wouldn’t be the first time…