"You can't do that!"
"Sure, I can. Just like I can do that with you. But you'd probably like being near your boy toy."
"I'm not gay!"
"Yes, you are," he said in a patient, condescending tone, as he perp walked the boy to holding.
"Are we gonna have a day when you aren't shooting someone?" Griffith asked.
"Yeah, when the bitches stop shooting at me first. Is it a full moon, or something? Swear to God!"
The boy protested when he was frisked a third time at booking. "I already got felt-up twice!"
"Procedure," Griffith grabbed the wand and ran it over the boy. "Give it," he ordered when the machine beeped at the boy's fly.
"My dick, man. It's chrome plated."
"Makes it difficult to use," the cop replied. "I'm waiting, and I'm not as patient as Officer Newton."
The boy hurriedly got the metal from his zipper flap. Adding it to the evidence pile, Griffith continued with the booking process.
"Has the princess caused trouble?" Newton asked.
"No. Sitting on his bunk, like he's waiting. I'm guessing for these three."
An alarm sounded and the boy smiled.
"Dumb ass pigs."
"Rear and front door breach!" Canon yelled.
"Lock him in solitary and put a five minute watch on both of them. Stay with them!" Newton ordered as he headed out.
Technically, Griffith outranked him, but he didn't argue.
"How the hell did they get in the back, Eilene secured it!" Newton said as he raced to the back door with Bailey and Harvey.
"They got a card and a code," Harvey said. "We took one off the first guy. But they could have cloned it, easily."
Three more young men were coming in the back door. These were older, more experienced, better armed. The guy on point even had on body armor.
"That's SWAT issue!" Harvey said.
The hallway was long and featureless. There was nowhere for the intruders to hide. There was a T at the far end, and the officers took positions there.
"I'm sealing the door, changing the code," Cage said over coms.
"Why didn't you think of that before?" Canon asked.
Cage didn't reply until he was finished. "Done. I did change the code. They have a randomizer. I locked it out."
"Three trying to breach the front. They got through the outer door," Cage said. "But I locked them in the foyer. They can't get in or out."
"How about the backdoor boys?" Canon asked.
A shot rang out, two more followed the reports from the second weapons were louder. Canon knew one of his officers had returned fire. A confusion of shots followed for the space of 20 seconds. Silence followed. Complete. Eerie.
"Hello? Speak to me!"
"Clear," Newton said, his voice harsh.
"Do you need EMTs?" Canon asked.
"No, sir. Body bags."
"Dammit. What the f**k is going on?"
"Still got three out front," Cage reported.
"Let us out the back," Newton said. "We'll go around."
"I'll stay here and secure the backdoor," Harvey said.
"I'll meet you," Canon replied.
Canon and Prince advanced to the front door from the inside. Weapons drawn, they took positions outside the foyer. These men were even older, veterans of the gang. They were caught in a mantrap between the inner and outer doors. They were arguing with one another, and didn't notice the police entering the front door, until Bailey spoke.
"Drop 'em. Hands on your heads. On your knees."
They didn't respond immediately.
"I said down, dirt bags!"
Slowly, reluctantly, they did as they were told. Newton and Bailey moved in to cuff them as the inner doors opened. Canon and Prince covered the gunmen while the other two officers restrained them.
"Got anyone else out there?" Canon demanded. "Speak!" He aimed at the oldest looking one. "I will take your head off your shoulders, if you don't."
"No," he mumbled.
"Can't hear you, Sunshine."
"No, sir!" the young man said loudly.
"Better. Why are you here?"
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