The night for a weekend was quiet. The chief took most of the calls because he had very few officers available because during the weekend most of them were assigned to drug squad duty. The first call for the night was a domestic disturbance at a house the chief had become familiar with. When he arrived on the scene, it was apparent that the mom was upset at her daughter, and her daughter’s boyfriend. She had come home after work and found them having sex in the den. Sara was 15 and Tom is 17.

The mom said that she didn’t want the boy around her daughter. After giving the usual sex leads to AIDS and unwanted babies talked to the kids, he instructed the boy to hit the road, and told the mom to call if he came back. After that call, he went behind the liquor store, found two people in the back drinking and informed them to go home to finish their drinks. Thirty minutes later was a call about a stolen vehicle that just so happened to be parked right next door to the same liquor store. It turned out the perp left the car there after a late night joyride. As he walked back from the vehicle, a "Code 10-30" went out over the radio. This means there is something important going on, and you may not use your radio unless you are on that call. The drug squad was serving a search warrant on a dope house.

The rest of the shift was slow, a call to a fight that turned out to be a one punch knockout, some people smoking marijuana on the Kipper’s Apartment’s parking lot, and Ginny giving head to a john behind the bus station. After that last call, he was done for the night. Throughout the night, he noticed two out of town trucks driving around but since the fishing tournament was going for the past week, there was a lot of strange traffic in town. He just ignored them and returned to the police station, parking in the front lot in his usual spot.

Corporal Stacie King spoke as soon as the fatigued looking chief entered to building. She worked for the police department for eight years but recently decided to take a desk job because she was pregnant with her first child.

‘Morning Chief, how was your patrol? Since tomorrow is your day off, you and Martha got plans? Oh, the fax from New Orleans is in the folder on your desk with all of the other notes you wanted.’

He quickly thanked her, poured some coffee into his mug and briskly walked down the short hall into the meeting room.

‘Good Morning, people, grab a chair because we got a lot of information to cover. The New Orleans Police Department informed me that we might have some trouble coming our way.’

Before the chief could finish his sentence, there was a sudden loud rumbling, as if a train were going past. However, the police station was blocks away from the nearest train tracks. The first bomb loudly exploded. ‘BOOM’; the east wall and part of the ceiling crashed down on top of Corporal King pinning her underneath the rubble. Seconds later, eleven more loud explosions and the rest of the police building violently shook and then crudely collapsed into a pile of rubble. The walls of the red brick police station imploded and in the process, none of the officers were able to flee to safety from inside the building. The unexpected explosion buried the entire on duty police department and shut down the communication to the outside world for the police. Marion stood helpless and at the mercy of these contract killers. The collapse, which occurred only a few seconds after 6 a.m., also brought down parts of two neighboring buildings on the eastern side of the police station. Seconds later, the whole area was covered in a haze of dusk and smoke.

With the entire Marion police force immobilized, Scott and David promptly retreated to the nearby fire station and joined their comrades. As the two groups of commandos were leaving the fire station, they were engaged by some of the local residents that heard the commotion. However, after throwing four hand grenades, the gunman continued their escape down highway 5. Meanwhile, in Marion, there was a lot of blood on the street. Some civilians were badly hurt from the exploding grenade. Roosevelt Walker, a local businessman was killed when one of the rapidly fleeing trucks ran him over as he stood in the street firing shots from his hunting rifle. Kate Steadman and her baby Allison were hit by flying fragments from the grenades and were rushed to hospital. The police station was destroyed and nine officers lay hurt under the rubble as everyone in town came to lend a hand at digging the victims out. Corporal King, Jailer Marvin, and Officer Steadman were admitted to the Intensive care unit of Hospital in stable but critical condition.

Soon, the two trucks were safely out of Marion and headed west on Highway 5. The mission was successful. They retrieved the dope, the drivers and none of them got killed. Success!!

‘Uh, oh shit, are them cop cars I see coming…?’

Because he was still nervous from being busted out of jail, Adam exclaimed the same thing for miles every time he saw a car look anywhere close to a police car. To make things worse, the young man talked constantly most of the trip.

‘Yeah, hey, ya’ll live in Orleans? I live in the Upper Ninth Ward just before you get to the Desire Projects. I’ve been there for years living with my mom. Well, I sure do appreciate ya’ll coming to get us out. Uh, so, how ya’ll learn all that stuff anyway? I mean it was like a fucking action flick with all of the explosions and stuff. That was great.’

‘Right…do you have to talk so much?’

Scott was getting tired of hearing Adam’s voice. He turned up the radio, but Adam continued to talk, only louder. Adam reached over and changed the station.

‘This music isn’t going to cut it…. What else is on? Oh, uh, there is a good song.’

Turning the volume up sky high, a rap song blasted out of the speakers. Scott angrily turned it down.

‘Man I’m sorry; I have my stereo up loud when I drive. I’ll just turn it up a little okay.”

Scott turned giving him a death stare.

‘I don’t think so. You can just go turning a person’s radio like that? Bitch, you better watch your step.’

The cab of the truck remained quiet for a few minutes then Adam’s mouth started again.

‘Who here is over 21 raise your hand?’

Most of the hands went up in the air.

‘Okay, Who here is over 40?”

One hand goes up in the rear seat.

‘Okay then old fart pass me another beer?’

The truck quickly fell into a deadly silence. Thirty minutes later, Adam started up again.

‘Who brought the pot? Now, we all work for the biggest dope dealer on either side of the Mississippi River. Shit, we got a shit load of weed in the back; I know someone got to have a joint.’

The silence continued. Later looking around the roomy truck, thinking he saw a familiar face, he pointed to a one of the men in the back seat.

‘Haven’t we’ve been in jail together before? You look familiar.’

‘Yes…. I’m the guy that fucked you up the ass the last time you were behind the wall at Angola. Come on bitch, climb back here and sit in my lap.’

Everyone except Adam laughed. It was not funny because he’d been constantly raped during his five year stay at Angola. They didn’t know that if it would’ve been any other time and place, Adam would’ve complied and submitted to the animal lust of another man.

‘No, you must be thinking about this bitch driving. I’m talking about in Orleans Parrish jail. Your name is Jessie, right?’

‘Yea…that’s me.’

He continued looking around.

‘Small world, must suck to get arrested and shit, lose everything and having to start over as hired help, huh? How big were you before they busted you?’

‘Nope, they didn’t bust me. The case got thrown out.’

Three hours later, the group of men arrived in Louisiana. The trucks dropped eight of the men from the recon team off at their various locations, and then David, Scott, Billy and Adam headed to the house to see Mr. Riggers. The group arrived at the property deep out in middle of the Bayou. Scott and David drove the two trucks to the barn on the east end of the property and unloaded the marijuana.

‘Scott, from the looks of it, we got most of it back. I think there was some in the police station when I blew it up.’

The men finished unloading the marijuana. Because the house was a short distance from the barn, they parked the trucks and took the short walk down the wooded path to the house. As the men arrived to the half way point to the house, David shot four rounds into the back of Billy’s head with a .44-caliber pistol. With each powerful blast from the snub nosed gun, clods of his brain flew out of his damage skull. His limp body rapidly fell to the ground with a loud thump and twitched. David placed his foot on the dying corpse and unloaded another round into his head. The force from the close range blast caused the head to raise off the ground the drop back down spraying blood and bone in the air.

‘What the fuck? Man. Why ya’ll do that?’

Surprised and frightened by what just happen to his friend, Adam decided to run down the road leading to the two-story home. However, Frank Riggers stepped forward from the unseen hiding spot behind a large Pine tree. When the scared driver ran by the tree, Frank fired a shotgun blast into the right leg of the young man. The force of the blast demolished a portion of the victim’s leg exposing the torn muscles and bone. Looking down at his damaged leg, Adam, eyes wide with fear, realized that he was facing certain death and desperately pleaded for his life. He was willing to do anything to live, absolutely anything.

‘AWW, shit, please, Mr. Frank, what I do wrong. I didn’t talk. I kept my mouth shut the whole time I was locked up. Please, Mr. Frank, have mercy on me.’

‘Mercy, you, you better talk to the man upstairs about mercy; all I got here is hot lead for your ass.’

He stomped the open wound in Adam’s thigh. Crimson blood oozed out from the pressure, running down his thigh and dripping onto the gravel covered walk way staining it. Not wanting his family to see what was going on; Frank roughly drugged the helpless young man to a patch of grass between the trees.

Adam pulled himself across the ground until his arms were wrapped around Frank’s ankles. Frank shoved the rifle against his victim’s skull and pulled the trigger back.

‘Please, Mr. Frank, don’t kill me. I’ll do whatever you want. Shit, I’ll suck your dick right here and now. Shit, I’ll suck you while I take it up the ass if that will keep me alive.’

He reached up and grasped at Frank’s crotch. Frank slammed the butt of the rifle hard against the pleading prey’s skull.

‘I ain’t no homo, bitch. You’re ready to meet your maker, fool.’’

Adam hadn’t been to church since his mother forced his to go during his boyhood growing up in the projects. Scenes of him stealing dollars from the church’s offering basket as they passed it around suddenly flashed through his mind. It seemed so real; however, now he wished he hadn’t did it.

‘Mr. Frank, I know you going to kill me, but may I have one dying wish; please. Can I say bye to my momma and say a prayer.’

Being somewhat religious, the ruthless drug boss decided to grant part of the doomed man’s dying request.

‘Nah no calls but I will give you three minutes to call God. I hope you get an answer because you only get one call.’

Mr. Riggers gave the man three minutes to pray and stepped back, lit a cigarette and waited. After 30 seconds into the prayer, Scott unloaded three shots into the base of Adam’s skull.

‘I told him he could have three minutes. What happened; what the fuck you do that for.’

Tired from the long trip, Scott answered while pointing the gun at the flinching body.

‘I got tired of hearing him talk. Frank, the little bitch talked all the way back from Alabama. He wouldn’t shut up, for nothing. He bitched and moan about this and that. Every hour, he wanted to stop to use the restroom. He got on my last nerve when he turned my damn radio. I should’ve kill the bitch in the truck and tossed his body somewhere on the side of the road, but the gators need the food.’

Suddenly, the dying man groaned as he took his last breath.

‘See, the fucking fool’s on the ground dying and he still won’t shut up.’

Scott rapidly fired three more shots into the corpse.

‘I bet you money that will shut you up, bitch.’

Frank couldn’t keep from laughing. Scott was scary but the last comment was stupid. Later, the three men retrieved some towels from the trucks, wrapped them around the blood-soaked heads of their victim: then stabbed the dead bodies in the heart to stop the blood from pumping. Using two sharp chainsaws, some other cutting tools and great skill, the men cut up the bodies into smaller bite sized pieces for disposal to the waiting hungry alligators in the Bayou.

Later after returning to his office to get two motorcycles, Scott and David drove the two trucks to Lake Pontchartrain and dumped the vehicles in the bottom of the lake and returned to the office.