The Reluctant Politician

Stepping out from the end of the garage Detective Stuart took in the three officers slowly approaching the man on the ground. With only a brief glance he knew the man lying on the ground was never going to get up again, half of the back of his head was gone. The loud shot he had heard earlier was the shotgun with the double aught shell's being fired by the middle officer who still had his gun leveled on the dead man. "Cover the house! There should be one or two other persons in the residence. You, go around front and tell the men when they hear my shout they are to break down the front door, we will do the same in the back. Go, Go, Go." Detective Stuart waited ten seconds before shouting the commad and both doors came crashing down at the same time. Detective Stuart could hear the men calling out, "room clear" as they slowly went from room to room in the four-bedroom house. Detective Stuart approached the third bedroom when one of the officers stumbled backwards out of the room with his hands over his mouth. Sour yellowish fluid was already gushing through his fingers as he crashed against the far wall before slumping to the floor. The look of icy- cold horror filled the mans eyes as he slid to the floor. Detective Stuart quickly stepped around him and entered the door way to the third bedroom, his gun pointing slightly downward. His stomach exploded as he dropped his gun next to where the first officer's gun was laying, at the same time he heard the call for an ambulance coming from an officer in the fourth bedroom. Gasping for breath Detective Stuart raised his arms to the ceiling to pull in as much air as his lungs could take. Turning he stepped over the officer who was still sitting with his back against the hall wall, still pressing his hand against his mouth to stop the last of the contents of his stomach from spilling out. Walking into the fourth bedroom he saw two officers bent over a slightly built man, one was wrapping a piece of the bed sheet he had hastily ripped apart around the mans left arm. The other officer was doing the same with the man's right arm. Detective Stuart bent down and looked into the defiant eyes of Angel Cain. "Pretty wasn't she," he half gasped before passing out from loss of blood Detective Stuart straightened up, than with all the power he could muster in his leg he kicked Angel Cain squarely across his jaw. He heard the breaking of small bones as both officers looked up in total surprise and anger.The officer nearest him leaped to his feet and grabbed the Detective in an arm lock. "Jesus Detective! You just crushed the man's face! What in God's name do you think your doing?" When he saw the detective was not resisting him he released his grip and stepped back. "I'm putting you under arrest detective; you just assaulted a defenseless man." Turning the detective around the officer put hundcuffs on him and was about to use his shoulder mike to find out where the ambulance was when the officer sitting in the hall way walked to the front of the bedroom. Officer Adams looked at the partner he had been riding with for nine years and things didn't click. First his friend looked bewildered and what was it with all the stains and stuff all over his uniform. "Tom take the handcuffs off the detective." You got to be kidding Joe, you should have seen what he just did to that defenseless perp, he crushed the man's face with one kick. I'm not taking the handcuffs off for you are anyone else, he's going to jail!" Joe took a deep breath and moved his head, telling his partner to follow him. Tom looked around at the other officer in the room and than at Detective Stuart. Looking back over at the officer leaning down by the man Tom motioned for him to secure the detective. "I want him right here when I come back Mitch, you hear me, right here and still in cuffs." The other officer nodded and reached out for the detective's elbows as Tom followed his partner to the third bedroom. After the officer entered the third bedroom Detective Stuart could here the man gasp and than began to sob uncontrollably. Holding the detective by his elbows the last officer looked into the eyes of the detective and knew something horribly had gone wrong. When Tom returned a few minutes later the officer was shocked by the look on his face, all the blood had been drained from his features and he looked like someone had painted his face with shiny white paint. Without a word the officer took out his key and unlocked the handcuffs from around the detective's wrist..