Real Black Men
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I stood with my gun in my hand. In perfect shooting stance, I aimed and began walking towards the couch. Towards the screams. Towards the now silent gunfire. As I stepped around the couch. I saw Pokeno lying on his left side with his back to me. I looked around and there was no sign of the figure. I looked down the hall and I could see the entrance way front door wide open. I walked toward Pokeno and turned him over and his entire top lip was hanging from the left side of his face. It had been chewed damned near completely off. His face squirting blood in large quantities. I looked all around the large room for him, but there was nothing there. I grabbed Pokeno''s handheld unit and switched it from the detective channel to basic field operations. I looked at Pokeno’s face once more and the blood ran in spurts from Pokeno’s mouth. He must have been in a lot of pain because he didn’t know that I was touching him. When he realized that I was touching him, he quickly pointed his weapon at me and began pulling the trigger. The H.K. 9mm handgun was completely empty. When he realized that it was me he whispered as best he could, "Where the hell have you been? Did you get that fucker?" I replied, "no." "What ya waiting for?" I replied, with the radio, "Squad 4440." At first there was no reply. So I repeated, "Squad 4440." The voice of the police dispatcher screamed back at me. I stooped down near Pokeno and relayed, "Squad 4440 to dispatch,I have an officer down at
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The past months have not been kind to this ST. Louis Missouri Special Operations Detective. This unnamed Detective is the head of a Ghost Intelligence Unit. His Unit tracks the movements of all major crime organizations on an international global scale. Although his job is hectic enough it still doesn’t stop the normal day to day trials and tribulations of being the type of man that he try’s to be. Knowing that no one is perfect he feels that he and very few men of his race. Strive to keep a cool head and maintain good moral clear thinking. In a world that only sees, hears and believes only what it wants to. In the middle of his day to day routine a beautiful Italian woman is ritualistically murdered. Her body carved and tortured. Trying to upset the Brass’s system. The Detective’s hard nosed Boss dumps the murder case right in the unwilling Detective’s lap. Its discovered that the woman has Italian crime family ties. He also discovers that there’s a war brewing among the high figure crime leaders. A war that spans across the oceans. The trail twists and turns as the Detective finds one murdered victim after another. He learns that there’s a serial murderer in town from over seas and he definitely has a taste for raw Italian meat. Each scene gets bloodier and bloodier as the serial murderer leaves half eaten meals all over town. The ride gets rougher and rougher as the Detective sifts through a world of crooked cops. Dangerous crime members and a paid mafia F.B.I. Hit woman. Not to mention a crashing home life that will leave his son spinning uncontrollably in a cold cruel world. Still he has to stop the killings. Can he do it without getting his self killed in the process. Can he do it and still be a real black man.
About the Author
Royce Williams, Sr. is one of many offspring descending from a large Southern Baptist family. He attended private schools throughout his childhood, directing him to the path of “the right thing to do.” He has endured many trials and tribulations throughout his life which include, but are not limited to, family, friends, education, career, and sometimes just life in general. As he grew with struggles all around him, he wanted people to see the moral and decent individual that events in his life had guided him to become. He attended an outstanding