Police handcuff a black general for responding, her FBI convoy arrives at the entrance of the house.

 

The handcuffs were closed with a cold metallic sound that echoed through the quiet suburban street. For Sergeant Derek Nolan, the woman of gardening gloves, it was just another suspect who resisted authority. A problem that should be silenced by his insolence. smiled with his, squeezing his arm harder, convinced that he had all the power.

I had no idea that the woman who calmly held in front of him, General Vivian Banks, controlled with a single call more firepower than his entire police station in a decade. In matter of minutes, the vibration of the engines approaching would not be their backup, it would be a convoy of trucks black women coming for her.

The hunter was about to become in prey. The late midday sun of October projected long and clear shadows over the manicured gardens of Oak Creek. It was the kind of neighborhood where the grass measured in millimeters and the statutes of the community of owners were more denser than the Bible. It was a place calm and wealthy and until this totally predictable tomorrow.

General Vivian Banks knelt in the soft earth of the front flower bed of the number 404. With sheathed hands in thick canvas gloves, he was not wearing their decorated uniform, the four stars that used to adorn their shoulders, nor the ribbons that detailed campaigns in regions where the majority of people only saw in the news the night.

 Today I was wearing pants worn gray sports shoes and a extra large navy blue sweatshirt with the faded emblem of a unit logistical supplies that he commanded ago 20 years. She looked tired. Not for him physical effort, but due to exhaustion depth of a 3-year deployment of who had just returned 48 hours ago. uprooted a rebellious weed, exhaling deeply.

This house was his sanctuary, or at least It was supposed to be. I had bought it through an intermediary 6 months while I was stationed in Germany, with the intention that it be the place where you would finally retire or At least I would rest between sessions Pentagon briefings. has you skipped a point, shouted a voice overflowing with false sweetness.

I saw well, he didn’t look up, immediate. finished shaking the earth of the grass and put it in the pile before turning his head. Standing in the sidewalk, walking a poodle that looked like More expensive than Vivien’s first car, There was a woman in a tennis skirt. “Excuse me,” Vivien asked quietly. and calm.

 It was the voice that was silenced the emergency rooms, but here she just sounded tired. “The weeds,” said the neighbor, pointing. a well-cared for finger. The association of Owners are very strict with the curb appeal. We don’t usually have people getting rid of things in oak Creek. “I moved yesterday,” Vivian said. standing up.

 She was tall, almost 180, with a rigid posture by nature. although I tried to soften it. I’m coming. The eyes of the neighbors ran over They live from top to bottom, stopping at the faded sweatshirt and the dark bow and messy. The criticism was palpable. It was a look that Vivien had seen thousands of times in thousands of contexts different.

It was the look that said, “You don’t belong.” here, right?” the neighbor said in a tone skeptical Are you the new owner or are you the helper? Vivian paused. It could have been presented. I could have mentioned that He had a PhD in defense strategic and that the president of The United States had its number cell phone.

 But Vivien Banks rarely He felt the need to prove his worth to civilians. “I’m the owner,” Vivien said simply. “Have a nice walk,” he said. back saying goodbye to the woman. It was a command decision, withdraw from the hostile forces. But in Oak Creek, fire the woman It was an offense worse than betrayal. The neighbor snorted, the poodle barked and They marched.

 Vivien returned to her gardening thinking that the interaction had finished. He enjoyed the silence for another 20 minutes, while the rhythmic sound of a trowel hitting the earth calmed down Then the silence was broken by the slow, predatory crunch of tires on gravel. a patrol black and white police officer with emblem of the local municipal police advanced slowly down the street.

He didn’t stop by his house. He slowed down at a snail’s pace, rolling down the window of the co-pilot. Vive didn’t flinch. continued working, feeling the eyes on his back. He knew the tactics. It was a presence patrol designed to intimidate I had ordered them in war zones. See her in a suburb It was almost ridiculous if it weren’t so pathetic The car stopped. A door opened.

Stay away from the house, ma’am. A voice rang out. Live rose slowly, shaking off the earth the knees. He turned toward the street.Two officers had exited the vehicle. The driver was a big man and corpulent, with shaved hair, a face that seemed carved in granite and a unpleasant attitude. Your plate ID said Sergeant Nolan.

His hand rested casually, but intentionally, on his belt, to a few centimeters from his holster. The younger, fresh looking from the academy, was standing next to the passenger door. He seemed nervous. His gaze swung between his companion and Vivien. His nameplate said Officer Conor. Any problem, agents? Vivien asked.

 did not lift hands, but kept them visible. It was instinctive. “We received a call,” Nolan said walking onto the grass. No He stayed on the path. Passed right through the land of wonders that Vivien had just planted. Suspicious individual. Possible raid in progress. Vivian He looked at the flowers crushed under his boot and then she looked at his face again.

“I live here. I’m gardening. Nolan stopped five feet away. her. He was taller than most of the people used to using their size to achieve your mission. He didn’t like having to lift a little the sight to meet the gaze of Live. Do you live here? Nolan repeated with neutral voice Four SW Oak Creek Lane.

 This property It is for sale for a price of 2 million dollars. The market went up, said Vivien sec, They were 1.3. Nolan narrowed his eyes. He didn’t like it the tone, he didn’t like the lack of fear. In his experience, people who she looked like her in sweats in this one neighborhood used to start apologizing or run away “Let me see your identification,” Nolan demanded extending your hand.

“It’s inside,” Vivien said. “In the kitchen counter. I can go to look for it. Stay where you are.” Olan thief, lowering his hand to unfasten the strap of its case, the Sudden aggression startled Oconor. “Sergeant, you just said that you are inside,” the rookie murmured. “Easy, Ocon,” Nolan snapped without looking away of Live. “Come in, I could a gun.

We don’t know who this house is. carries months empty.” Now she claims to be the owner. Vivian took a deep breath, calculating the threat level. Low physical threat, legal nuisance high. Officer, Vivian said, lowering her voice to the command record that he used for the junior lieutenants. I’m going to look in my back pocket.

I have my phone. I can show you the digital writing of the house or call my lawyer to clarify this. I’m not going in. No look for anything. Nolan approached, invading your personal space. The smell of coffee Rancid and aggressive cologne emanated from him. You are agitated. You are acting erratic. I am completely still.

 He corrected it Vivien. “Argue,” Nolan replied. I don’t suspects like to argue. I It makes you think they are hiding something. why you don’t turn around and take the hands on head? Viven asked. Are you detained? Nolan outlined a tense and unpleasant smile for a robbery investigation and let’s say disturbance of public order.

Disturbance of public order. He lives in I arch an eyebrow. stand on me own garden is chaos. Your attitude is a chaos. Nolan spat. Now give yourself the return. The air in the suburbs used to smell like fresh cut grass and sheets for dryer. Now it smelled of ozone and violence imminent. Vivian Banks did not turn around, she had faced military leaders and had made its way through fields undermined diplomats who could trigger nuclear conflicts.

He was not going to be intimidated by a municipal sergeant with ego problems. Sergeant Nolan said, rereading his plate. I strongly recommend that you reconsider your decision. you are making a mistake based on a biased phone call. Yes check the Jeep’s license plate entry, is registered in the name of the Department of Defense.

 If you check my name you will see my authorization level. Nolan laughed. It was a harsh bark. Department of Defense. Listen to this. Or Conor. Now it’s James Bond. What? You stole the car too, sergeant. Oconor took a step forward looking at the black ruby jeep in the driveway. I was impeccable. With tinted windows and a small Sanodine barcode sticker on the windshield.

That sticker looks like a base pass. Maybe we should check it out. We are not going to review anything until the they handcuffed Nolan said with his face enraged. He hated being questioned, especially for a newbie and especially in front of a suspect who seemed boring You’re wasting your time, probably waiting for his accomplices to come out running out the back door.

 Nolan He lunged forward grabbing the Viven’s left wrist. The Viven’s training was activated automatically. His muscles they tensed. His center of gravity lowered slightly. It would have been a matter of less than a second twist his wrist, break hisradio and sweep his legs. could have incapacitated him before breathe, but he didn’t.

 I knew the rules of the game. If he defended himself, it was a violent criminal. If you hit a police, no matter how justified it was, history would be lost. it had to be the rock against which the wave broke. She let him grab her. “Hey!” he shouted Nolan. While twisting his arm the back with disproportionate force. He turned it up, looking for the painful obedience.

“Stop resisting. I’m not resisting,” said They live clearly, making a slight grimace when noticing the tension in the joint of your shoulder. I am obeying You are using excessive force. You tensed. Nolan shouted, pushing her forward, so that his chest struck against the rough bark of the great oak of his front garden.

That’s resistance, oh Conor. Come here. Take his other arm. Or that Conor hesitated looking at the woman attached to the tree. He didn’t fight, he didn’t scream, he was terribly quiet. Sergeant, is this necessary? Conor asked. with a trembling voice. We haven’t even identified. “I said take his arm,” Nolan roared.

Reluctantly. Conor approached taking Viven’s right arm and throwing it back. He was more delicate than Nolan, but the humiliation was the same. It is making a serious mistake,” said Vivian with his cheek pressed to the bark of the tree tree. “I am General Vivian Banks of the United States Army. My ID is in the house.

 Yes my wife is arresting an officer high-ranking military officer without reason.” Nolan paused for a moment when he saw that They took off his handcuffs. “General,” he sneered. Yes and I am the queen of England. Do you think a general He lives in Oak Creek and dresses like a vagabond? Check the pockets, Vivian said.

 I have a military coin, a coin of challenge from the president of the General Staff set. Nolan didn’t check it. He put the cold steel bracelet on the wrist left. You’re answering again,” Nolan whispered in his ear with a breath. hot and offensive. I hate it when people answer. Demonstrate a lack of respect for the law.

 The Respect is earned, sergeant. Vivian said. with coldness. “And right now you’re at a disadvantage.” Nolan pulled his other arm, closing suddenly the second bracelet. The metal dug into his skin. Ready, Nolan said, stepping back and wiping the sweat from his forehead. Ya you are safe. Let’s see how you behave in the back of the patrol car.

 The Neighbors began to gather. The woman of the poodle had returned observing from across the street with a satisfied smile. A man washing his car two houses beyond he had stopped to observe. Phones were coming out, They were recording. Good Vivien thought, “Let them record. “I have a request,” he said. Vivien turning to look at them.

His hands were tied behind his back. The His chest rose and fell slightly. but his eyes were like laser beams. Reach into my front pocket Right is dangerous for you. Without However, my phone is in my pocket rear. It has voice activation. I need to make a call. They give you one called at the police station, Nolan said grabbing her arm to take her to the car.

It is a matter of national security. they live lied. Technically it wasn’t national security to arrest her, but the people who would bother, without doubt, he was in charge of security national. And frankly, sergeant, I try to save his career. Nolan He stopped, looked at her for the first time. A a flash of doubt crossed his eyes, no because I believed her, but because I just didn’t look like a drug addict or a thief She seemed disappointed.

 my race is fine. Nolan grimaced. of contempt, though his grip loosened a little. Do you want to talk? Talk to the judge. Officer or Conor. Viven glanced at the rookie. You seem like a sensible man. You haven’t been in the police for long, right? Be months, ma’am. Conor said. automatically. Don’t talk to her, Kyle, Nolan warned.

Kyle Vivien said in a softer voice. Check the jeep. Look out the window. In There is a briefcase in the passenger seat. It has a seal, a bald eagle with arrows and an olive branch. Look. Oconor looked at Nolan. SG. It takes 2 seconds. Nolan rolled his eyes. Good. Go to look Prove him wrong so we can put her in the car and have lunch.

Conor ran through the entrance towards the black jeep, covered his eyes with his hands and looked through the glass tinted. Viven observed him. He saw that his body stiffened. She saw him take a step back, rub your eyes and look again. if turned slowly. His face was completely pale. Sergeant. Oconor’s voice broke.

What is a stolen stereo? asked Bored Nolan. Nugies. No, SG. Oor returned through the entrance with footsteps heavy. That’s a file, marks top secret clearance. and there is a hat on the board, a hat withsilver embroidery on the visor. so Nolan shrugged. stole a costume Sergeant Conor, he whispered, approaching so that the neighbors wouldn’t hear it.

 has four stars. That’s the cover of a four star overall. Nolan looked at Viven. She was upright. The wind made a strand of hair fly loose on the face. It didn’t seem like a victim. It seemed like he was waiting for for the stopwatch to reach zero. Of Are you really a general? Nolan asked. with the voice losing some of its bravado General Vivien Banks, repeated commander of the allied logistics command.

 And you, Sergeant Nolan. has exactly 3 minutes to think about how to explain this to him to the FBI. “To the FBI.” Nolan mocked, trying to recover the control. Why would the FBI care about a complaint? for noise in the suburbs? Viven smiled. It was a smile scary, because my team security tracks my biometric data through my watch, He pointed to his wrist, which was clenched.

against metal handcuffs. When my heart rate went up and I stopped to move, they received a signal relief They’re tracking my location. He looked down the street. And if I don’t I’m wrong, Vivian said. That’s the sound of your approaching retirement. At far away, the dull roar of engines The asphalt began to vibrate.

 No It was a siren, it was the deep roar and guttural of the turbo-fed B8s full speed. Nolan turned around. At the end of the stable, three black SUVs They turned the corner perfectly formation, advancing at full speed. They didn’t have light bars, they had lights blue turn signal grill and red. What is that? Conor asked with the Panic rising in his chest.

 that They live said it is chivalry. The transformation of the quiet street suburban in a high-rise confrontation risk occurred in less than 10 seconds. The three black vans not only parked, but seized the ground. They stopped at angles closed, boxing in the patrol and creating a tactical perimeter around from the front lawn of 404 Oak Creek Lane.

 Sergeant Nolan’s Hand hovered near his weapon, a reflection of arrogance, but it stayed there paralyzed. The doors of the vans opened in unison. Six men and two women left in troop They did not wear the typical jackets of field agents who They investigate tax fraud. They were dressed with heavy tactical armor, holsters leg and assault rifles fitted to the chest.

 On the back of their vests, some bold yellow letters They formed the word FBI. But the patch on his shoulders, a sword and lightning, suggested that they formed part of protective equipment specialized of those who guarded goods vital for the survival of the nation. Hands, let me see your hands now. The order echoed in the air louder. strength and authority than any other that Nolan had ever screamed in his life.

 The officer Ocon Conor did not hesitate, he fell knee on the asphalt intertwining fingers behind head. I knew the difference between a street fight and a massacre Don’t shoot. We are police. we are police. Oconor shouted with his voice choppy. Nolan, however, was paralyzed by a mix of confusion and ego injured.

 He stood next to the open door of his patrol car, with the hand still clenched near the belt. Your His gaze went from the armored agents to They live, who was still standing calmly together with the three with the hands handcuffed behind his back. I said, “No. touch the gun.” A people in front He advanced his raised rifle, but still without pointing directly.

He moved with the fluidity of a predator. He was the special agent Grant. He had been the group leader of They lived for two years in Carval. I don’t It was not fun to see your boss chained I’m a sergeant. Nolan finally He recovered his voice, although it sounded weak against the power and equipment barrier tactical.

 You can’t just invade the crime scene. I have a suspect in custody. Grant it he ignored. He closed the distance by three long strides, legs apart Nolan kicking and pushing him against the side of the patrol car. Oy, Nolan growled as his face turned. crashed against the hot metal of your own car. Be careful with the tone, Sgt. Grant growled patting down Nolan.

with expert efficiency, stripping it of its service weapon, his taser and his radio in less than 5 seconds. Right now you are the biggest threat to the national security of this state. It is a thief Nolan snapped, trying to turn your head She refused to identify yourself. Grant stepped back, holding the gun.

Nolan down the canyon. He looked at the sergeant with a mixture of pity and disgust. Then He looked back at Viven to see the four star overall with Dirty sweatpants, handcuffed like a common criminal, he did clench your jaw. He holstered his weapon and approached her. Hisattitude instantly changed from aggression towards deference.

“Mom,” Grant said quietly. “Are you wound? A slight distension in the left rotator cuff. Agent Grant,” Vivien responded in a firm voice. “And I think they are cutting my circulation. Sergeant Nolan likes them tight.” Grant turned his eyes toward Nolan. lit. Did you handcuff a general four stars with an injury to the shoulder? Did you evaluate the situation, General?” Nolan gasped, turning around.

finally while another agent held. I was ending up on earth, it seemed a homeless woman I was doing gardening. Grant snapped. It’s called free time. Grant reached into his belt for a key. but Vivien shook her head. “No, Grant,” Vivia said. “Leave them on. The silence that followed was dense. Oconor, still on his knees, raised his view.

 The neighbors, who had been recording with joy moments before, Now they lowered their phones, sensing that the script had given a disastrous turn. Mrs. Higgins, the poodle, He was slowly backing towards his porch. “open mouth”, Grant asked confused. “We can Get you out of there immediately.” “I want the police chief to come.” Vivian said. staring at Nolan.

And I love the mayor and I love the media. If Sergeant Nolan wants treat a citizen like a offender for gardening in his own house. I want the world to see exactly what that is like. I want you to see the wives I want you to see the bruise that is forming on my wrist. He took a step towards Nolan.

 Did you want arrest someone? The sergeant said Vivien. Well, you got me. now you have to hold me back, but I warn you that the paperwork is going to be hell. Nolan paled. He realized with a leftover feeling that the agents FBI weren’t there to arrest her, They were there to protect her from him. I didn’t know. Nolan stammered.

 I don’t you showed identification. You didn’t give me the opportunity, Vivien corrected. You guessed. And in my work if the assumptions of a sergeant causes death, in yours you sue or worse. Another black van stopped. This was going slower. The back door opened and out came a man in elegant suit. He held a satellite phone.

General Banks shouted. He was his advisor legal. Robert Thorn’s replacement, a insightful lawyer named Mr. Pierce. The Pentagon is on the phone. They ask why your biometrics issued a code relief We need to deploy National Guard. Viven smiled with a cold and dangerous smile. Tell the president to leave, Pierce but hold the line open.

 I’m about to give a civics lesson to the department Oak Creek Police. 20 minutes then Oak. Creek Lane seemed less a suburb and more of a command post. The local police chief, a man named Miller, who used to worry about budget cuts and furloughs for parades, he had arrived in his car particular, braking suddenly after the wall of FBI vans.

 The boss Miller was a reasonable man, but in at that moment he was sweating through his shirt white. I had received a call from the office of the governor while eating a sandwich, asking why a hero war with decoration was kidnapped by his department. Miller he ran past the blockade, showing his badge to federal agents, who They barely recognized him with a face of stone.

found the scene in the center of the frozen grass in a box humiliation. Sergeant Nolan was standing next to your car without a seatbelt, with looking small and defeated. The officer Ocon was sitting on the sidewalk with his head in hands and there, sitting on a garden bench that Grant had approached, there was General Viven Banks, still handcuffed.

 I was sitting with a straight back looking like a commander, despite the sweatshirt hooded and dirt stains. “General Banks.” Chief Miller gasped running towards her. “General, I’m so sorry. This is a serious misunderstanding. By Please let me.” He looked for the keys to his wives. Don’t touch me, boss,” Viven said.

 His voice It wasn’t strong, but it stopped him dead. Mrs. Miller froze. These Sergeant Nolan put handcuffs on me Viven said. He was very specific about his authority. He told me that they arrested me for disturbance of public order and resistance to arrest. Unless drop those charges or take them to court prison. Stay.

 I follow the boss of the law. Even when his officers do not do. Miller turned to face Nolan. His face was a mask of fury Nolan. Miller barked. Come here. Nolan shuffled forward. feet. The arrogance that had defined his position an hour ago had disappeared. Replaced by the hunched posture of a man who sees his pension evaporate. Did they arrest General Banks? askedMiller with his voice shaking from the contained rage.

I stopped her, boss, Nolan muttered. No He showed his ID. I was answering. It fit with the description of a suspicious person. Suspicious person. Vivian intervened. from the stand. Define, sergeant suspicious. Was it because of the sweatshirt hood? Or was it because a woman like me I couldn’t have a house in this code postcard.

 Nola did not respond, she looked at her boots, twisted my arm. Boss Viven continued with his cold voice as if was reporting on a mission failed. He refused to let me get my identification. He refused to let my agent verify my vehicle. He turned a situation without threat of physical violence in 90 seconds. Is that normal procedure from Oak Police Department Creek? No, ma’am, not at all, he said.

Miller. He looked at Nolan. Give me the keys. No, Vivien repeated. Miller looked at her. confused. General, I want him to do it, he said. Vivien. He got up and walked slowly towards Nolan. turned his back on him, presenting him with tied wrists. Untie them, sergeant. And while he does it, I want you to look at the woman’s wrists whom he attacked.

Nolan’s hands were shaking so much that He dropped the key twice. The sound of the small metal key when hitting The pavement resonated loudly. Nobody knows moved to help him pick it up. had than kneeling, turning in the land at Vivien’s feet to recover it. It was a medieval act of his mission and They live allowed it.

Finally he got up with his breath choppy. He put the key in. The mechanism clicked. The handcuffs fell off. Viven advanced the hands. I had deep red welts on the wrists. The skin was broken at a point where the metal had punctured her. He rubbed his wrists slowly, turning to look to Nolan. He couldn’t look her in the eyes.

“Mrs. Higgins!” Vivien shouted. suddenly. The neighbor with the poodle I was trying to sneak into his house She stood paralyzed on the porch. “Come here, please,” Vivien ordered. The Mrs. Higgins hesitated a moment and crossed the nervous street, grabbing his dog as a shield. “You called the police, right?” Viven asked.

 “I just saw someone.” “I didn’t know.” Mrs. Higgins stammered. “Stig, Did you see a stranger?” he asked Vivien. And instead of greeting me or wondering if I was the new neighbor, “You used the police as a weapon against me.” Vivien looked alternately at the neighbor and to police sergeant. “This is the problem,” Viven said, addressing the crowd of agents, neighbors and police that gathered.

“You see power as something that is can be exercised against people who do not “they understand.” Sergeant Nolan saw a uniform, my hoodie, and He assumed he was nobody. I thought I had power, but power is not a weapon nor a plate. He pointed to the agents, satellite phone, to the scars on his own hands.

 “The power is responsibility,” he said. “And today you were irresponsible.” He turned to Agent Grant. grant, “Bring me the file on the Jeep.” grant He nodded and ran towards the Jeep. He returned with a thick manila folder with confidential seal. Viven took the folder and handed it to the Chief Miller. What is this? Miller asked.

 I don’t I was retiring here, boss. Vivien said, “The governor appointed me to lead a special task force investigating municipal corruption and misuse of funds in this county. We have received reports from agents who use excessive force and target specific demographic groups for meet the quotas.” Nolan raised his hit head.

 He opened his eyes wide in pair “I moved early to meet the neighborhood,” Vivien said with stare at Nolan to see how he treats local police to citizens They have sworn to protect. I expected it to take weeks find evidence. He raised his wrists bruised Sergeant Nolan provided me with everything what I needed in less than 10 minutes. Chief Miller’s face paled, He looked at the file and then at Nolan.

Nolan. Miller whispered. not only you arrested a general, but you attacked the head of the work group of internal affairs. Karma, Vivien said quietly. has a very efficient way of working, right? But Vivien wasn’t done. The humiliation was the appetizer. The dismantling of their lives was the main course. Boss, Vivien said, I want the license plate.

Sergeant Nolan on that bench now. and Oconor, the rookie, looked up terrified. “You knew it was wrong,” Vivian said. It I saw it in your face, but you didn’t stop it. The cowardice is as dangerous as malice It is suspended pending a psychological evaluation and retraining. And you, Vivien, you turned to the lady Higgins.

 I suggest you learn to bake because you are going to bring me a cake of apologies every Sunday during next year if you don’t want me to sue for harassment and emotional distress.Mrs. Higgins nodded quickly. looking like he was about to faint “Now,” Vivian said, looking at the skin. bruised of his wrist. I think I have to go to the hospital to have documentation these injuries.

 Chief Miller, I hope have a complete report in my desk tomorrow at 8. And Nolan, the former Sergeant S, looked up. Don’t leave town, he said. The FBI have some questions for you about violations of civil rights and not They do as kindly as I do. They live He turned around and walked towards the door. main. Grant, clear the entrance.

 I have to finish arranging the garden. But at get to the door, the adrenaline started to diminish and the reality of the pain took hold of her. He paused. It was not just a corrupt police, he was rotten and She had just declared war on him. The real fight, he realized, barely began. Nolan was just a pornography. The file that he had given to Miller was thick, too thick for a single sergeant.

Seeing Nolan hand in his badge, he knew that this was not the end. opened the door and walked out into the cool hallway of his new home. He approached the window and he observed. Chief Miller yelled at Nolan. FBI agents took photos of the scene. Mrs. Higgins was running towards his house. It felt like a victory, but Vivian Banks knew better It was like that.

 In the war, the first skirmish is never the last. took the phone. It was ringing. It was him governor, general The governor’s voice was heard. I heard that there was an incident. Alright. I am Well, governor, said Vivien, seeing how they took Nolan to the back of a patrol car, not in front, where he used to sit.

 But we have to speed up the process. Corruption in Oak Creek is deeper than we thought. Nolan He felt too comfortable. It was believed untouchable That means that someone protects. Who? asked the governor. Vivien looked at Chief Miller. I was angry at Nolan. Yes, but he was angry because Nolan did or because they caught him. “I don’t know yet,” Vivien said.

 But it I’ll find out and when I do I’ll need more than just handcuffs. He hung up. Karma had hit hard Nolan. But the turn was about come to someone else. The adrenaline of the morning had faded, replaced by cold precision method for which the General Vivien Banks. Night had fallen over Oak Creek, But the lights at 404 Oak Creek Lane they shined The room, still full of boxes unopened moving bag, had been transformed into an operations center tactics.

 Agent Grant was standing by the window looking through the blinds, while two analysts junior of the work group, sitting in a folding table they reviewed records digital on pirated laptops. They live I was sitting in a leather chair with an ice pack attached to the wrist. On the center table, in front of her, there was the Nolan file.

 But at turning the pages he realized that Nolan was just the tip of the spear. The Even the gun sank much more. “General,” Agent Grant said casually. look away from the window. “We have a visit, an unmarked sedan. Is Chief Miller alone again?” Vivian asked. “Yes, ma’am. He comes for the path. It seems very safe. Vivian took the ice pack from him.

Let him in, but keep your recorders on. Chief Miller entered the house not with the apology he had offered in garden, but with the arrogance of someone He thinks he has a royal flush. He was carrying a bottle of expensive whiskey and two glasses. “General,” Miller said, forcing a smile that did not reach his eyes.

I thought we could start from scratch, neighbor to neighbor, from police to soldier. “I’m on duty,” Vivien said casually. get up And frankly, I don’t drink with men who They supervise corruption networks. Miller He sighed and put the bottle down. His attitude changed. The neighbor mask friendly fell off, revealing the shark that was hiding underneath.

You are an intelligent woman, Vivien. Can I call you Viven? did not wait response. You’ve had a long career distinguished, but the combat passes invoice. We all know it. Vivienne He narrowed his eyes. Get to the point. The point, said Miller leaning on the door frame. It’s just that the sergeant Nolan made a mistake.

 they have fired. The bad apple is gone. But if you continue investigating, if you continue driving this group research work, people could start Wondering if you are the unstable one. Is it Is that a threat? Vivién asked with calm. It’s worrying. Miller smirked. I have access to certain databases, general. Host your medical leave in 2021.

Combat stress. The file said It would be a tragedy if the press local discovered that the hero general was actually a paranoid woman with TP who hallucinated a conspiracy in aquiet suburb. He paused letting the silence fall heavy. Give up the investigation, Vivien. Accept the agreement that the city is willing to offer you for the injury of doll.

 Replant your wonders or tomorrow’s headline will say: “General Deranged man attacks the police during a mental health episode. I control the narrative in this town.” They lived it he stared. For a moment, Miller He thought he had won. He interpreted the silence as his mission. “Do you think “Do you control the narrative?” Vivien said in low voice Because you have some friends in the local newspaper.

 Because you have the trust of the mayor. I have the confidence of Councilman Drake. corrected Miller mentioning the oldest man powerful of the district. And he doesn’t like that people from outside mess with your income. Viven smiled. It was the smile of a chess master who had just seen an opponent mate in a trap three. “Thank you, boss,” Vivien said.

 Because? To confirm that it was Drake, we suspected that he was the one channeled the money from the commissary, but we needed a direct connection. You just provided it. Miller frowned. with whom speak? Vivien pointed to the corner of the roof. A small red light blinked on a sensor that Miller had not noticed. “You’re in a federal safe house, Miller,” Viven said, standing up.

His presence filled the room. Each word you just said was recorded and transmitted live to the legal team of the governor and the regional director from the FBI. You just tried to blackmail a federal agent to cover up a plan of extortion. Miller’s face turned pale. You can’t leave my house, he ordered. Vivian.

 And tell Councilman Drake, that he I’ll see you tomorrow at the municipal assembly. I will be the one wearing the dress uniform. Miller staggered back, fleeing from the house as if he were being chased by a ghost When the door slammed shut, the Mrs. Higgins, the poodle’s neighbor, He gently tapped the open frame. She looked terrified, holding a cake. “I heard screams,” he whispered.

 Vivian He looked at the woman who had called the police just a few hours ago. “Come in, Mrs. Higgins,” Vivien said with softness. “Do you want to make up for what you did? today?” Yes, the woman served. I feel terrible. I didn’t know. “I don’t need a cake,” Vivian said. I need a witness.

 You have been there for 20 years living here. Have you seen the councilman Drake and Chief Miller together, right? Mrs. Higgins nodded. They meet every Tuesday at the Club House. They exchange envelopes. Vivien smiled. Mrs. Higgins, would you like to be a heroin? Oak Creek Town Hall It was crowded. The incident in Vivian’s garden had gone viral.

More than 10 million visits in 24 hours. The title General vs. Bad Cop It was a global trend. But people don’t I was just there for the drama, they were there because the secret. Councilman Drake was sitting in the center of the stage sweating under the lights. was a man elegant with a refined smile that right now it was failing him.

 At his side, the pale and silent Chief Miller was sitting. “Citizens, please!” Drake shouted above the alcohol of the crowd. Yesterday’s incident was unfortunate. Sergeant Nolan was corrupt. It we have said goodbye. There is no corruption systemic in Oak Creek. Liar! shouted someone from behind We are a community “Peaceful,” Drake insisted.

 we don’t need that federal investigations destroy The double doors in the background of the auditorium opened with a bang deaf The room fell silent as instant. General Vivian Banks entered. Today I wasn’t wearing the hoodie, He was wearing his military uniform, the blue gala. The jacket was midnight blue. dark.

 The pants showed off the stripe gold of a general. In the chest, a set of decorations included the history of 30 years of value. The medal for distinguished service, The Star of silver, purple heart. Four silver stars shone on each shoulder. He was walking down the central aisle. At a slow and rhythmic pace. The sound of his boots on the floor of wood was the only sound in the room.

Following her were Agent Grant and four other FBI agents in suits. The crowd broke through like the Sea Red. Sinaña Higgins stayed in front row, clutching her bag, looking at Viven with admiration. Vivian walked up the stairs to the scenario. He didn’t take the empty seat that they offered him.

 He walked directly to podium, carefully moving the Councilman Drake’s microphone. “Councilman,” Vivien said and her voice amplified down the hallway. “It seems that is sweating, General Banks,” Drake stammered standing up. This is unexpected. We were talking about the reforms. Reforms. Viven turned to the audience. So we call when we rob citizens to pay bribes.An exclamation ran through the room.

 No You can come here to accuse, Drake shouted trying to regain control. You have no proof, In fact, Vivian said, taking out a USB flash drive from your pocket. I have the account book. Drake he was paralyzed. Chief Miller carried a book of accounts. Vivian continued looking at the boss, who at that moment had the look fixed on his shoes.

 He is a man meticulous Recorded each control traffic, every false citation and every seizure of assets that the sergeant Nolan and his Wolfpack unit performed for the last 5 years. Also recorded the destination of the money. They live inserted the USB stick into the computer podium laptop. The huge screen of the projector behind the stage turned on.

It was a spreadsheet, rows and rows of names. and along with them quantities in dollars. The money did not go to the pension fund of the police, Viven explained to the crowd. I was going to a ghost company called Oak Creek Consulting and the only signatory of that company He pressed a button.

 A document appeared in the screen, a signature. Steven Drake. The room exploded. “This is false,” Drake shouted, turning purple. He forged it. She’s crazy. Has TPT. There it is. He said They lived calmly at the microphone. The last desperate resort of a coward Attacks the mental health of soldier because you can’t attack them facts. He turned to look at Drake.

 My mental faculties are fine, councilman, but I can’t say the same of your future. Drake looked towards the exit side. He made a running gesture pushing his chair back. “I wouldn’t,” Vivian said. Drake stopped. Standing at the exit door from the stage was Sergeant Nolan. But Nolan wasn’t wearing a uniform, he was wearing an orange monkey in handcuffs, flanked by two bailiffs.

“We have reached an agreement,” he said. They lived coldly. Nolan didn’t want to go alone. He told us everything. He told us about the orders you gave him to attack the minority owners to reduce the value of the properties and that your promoter friends could buy them cheap He told us about the fee.

 Nolan looked at Drake with pure hate. forced me to do it. Nolan yelled. He said if not I collected 10,000 a month in fines, I would fire. That’s a lie. Drake screeched. Really? asked Vivian. He pointed to the back of the room. Mrs. Higgins. Mrs. Poodle stood up. His voice was Shaky but strong. I saw them. said pointing a finger at Drake trembling.

 I saw Chief Miller hand him an envelope to Councilman Drake at the club last Tuesday. Drake laughed and said, “The business is going from strength to strength, you old lady witch.” Drake lunged toward the edge from the stage. That’s enough. Agent Grant He stepped forward with his badge on. high. Steven Drake, Chief Miller, remains arrested for criminal conspiracy to violate civil rights and electronic fraud.

The agents invaded the scene. The click of the handcuffs was the loudest sound sweet that the public had heard ever while they took Drake away you drag, screaming and kicking against their lawyers. Chief Miller stood up Slowly, he looked at Viven. “I should having let you take care of the garden”, Miller whispered. “Yes,” Vivien said.

adjusting his cuffs. “Really “You should.” The crowd burst into applause, a standing ovation. Viven did not smile, he simply nodded. head to Mrs. Higgins, who He smiled with pride. But while the hall celebrated, Viven felt a vibration in the pocket. It was his line safe. He answered while the chaos surrounded Thank you, said General.

A deep and distorted voice to the other side said, “You have ruined our operation in Oak Creek. Drake left us useful. Aviven’s blood ran cold. The Local corruption was just one branch. The route continued underground. Who is it? he asked. Consider it a warning, said the voice. Enjoy your victory. It will be the last.

The line was cut. Viven looked at the cheering crowd. They believed that the war was over. They didn’t know that he had just unleashed a wasp’s nest that extended far beyond of the suburbs. Grant, Vivian said quietly. Bring the car, ma’am. We’re not done yet He said with his eyes searching for threats. We just leveled up.

 The cryptic call did not worry General Vivian Banks, focused her. Grant,” Vivian said, putting away the phone while the town hall cleared The signal originated at an airfield private 32 km north. a plane Goldfam connected to Senator Prescott just landed. Agent Grant He touched the receiver with a grim expression. The Chairman of the Appropriations Committee Defense comes to bury the evidence.

He thinks he’s coming to clean up a mess. Vivien corrected, adjusting her cap. No He realizes that he is entering a death box Grant leads the team to the police station. We are taking the strength. Oak Creek Police Station was in chaos after the arrestfrom Chief Miller. When General Banks walked through the double doors, flanked by armed federal agents, confusion became silent terrified.

 This district is now under the temporary jurisdiction of Department of Defense. “They live,” his voice announced, interrupting the noise. “Get away from your computers now.” if went directly to the office of the Chief Miller, opening the door of a kick It was a sanctuary of awards corruption, photos of celebrities and a huge steel safe in the corner.

 Miller didn’t trust the cloud, Vivian murmured. Grant, open up, ma’am, order. We have probable cause under the patriot law. Open it. Grant handled the drill with precision surgical. Two minutes later, the heavy door opened. Inside were piles of folders and a leather bound diary. Vivienne opened one. It contained photos of the senator Prescott accepting wads of bills and handwritten order records illegals given to Miller. Ha ha.

 They live not He looked up from the evidence. Senator, you are very far from Washington Dai. He came to confess. I came to stop this witch hunt. Prescott hit the desk with your hand. He arrested a councilor and a chief based on the delusions of a traumatized veteran. You I order that you withdraw and hand over all the tests to my office immediately.

Viven finally looked up with a dangerously calm look. So you can destroy it. I am a senator of the United States, Prescott roared. I am part of the committee that finance your salary. I can take those off of you shoulder stars before it comes out the sun Vivian closed the folder hit.

 It seems you have an idea wrong, senator, he said, standing up slowly. She invaded his personal space, his overwhelming presence. Do you think that only I am a retired soldier who got angry over a gardening dispute? rose the wrists where the slight marks were still visible bruises from handcuffs. I didn’t buy that house in Oak Creek to retire The president appointed me ago 6 months to conduct an audit internal coverage of the expense of defense.

We track the missing millions to this town. Prescott’s face He paled. What I knew about corruption revealed They live with their voice. A deadly whisper. I knew about Drake and Miller, but I needed the head of the snake I needed a catalyst, He pointed to his wrist. Sergeant Nolan was the bait. I provoked him.

 I let me would arrest I let him humiliate me because I knew that once the chips fell dominoes would cause panic. I knew that you Arrogance would bring you here to the scene of crime. Prescott staggered toward back. looking at the FBI agents who They surrounded him. This, this was a trap. Since I killed, Vivian said.

 He nodded to Grant. Senator Prescott, Grant announced stepping forward with the handcuffs. They are arrested for treason, money laundering money and conspiracy. They can’t arrest me. Prescott yelled at his bodyguards. Do something. The guards looked at the armed federal agents, then four star overall. They raised hands and stepped back.

 They don’t They paid enough to fight the United States Army. The kma does not always arrive instantly, senator. He said, “They live as long as handcuffs were closed. Sometimes it waits for you to sit down comfortable and then takes it all away. The consequences were resounding. The images of Senator Prescott, being taken from the police station in handcuffs, they were seen by 300 million people.

The Oak Creek scandal became in the most anti-corruption raid important of the decade. The sergeant Nolan did not reach an agreement with the prosecution for assaulting an officer high-ranking military man. He was sentenced to 15 years in federal prison. was assigned to the laundry, washing the uniforms of men he despised, spending nights in isolation to your own protection.

Councilman Drake lost everything. Your assets were confiscated. His wife He dropped out and received 25 years in prison. The last time they saw him cry while the sheaf fell, Chief Miller received 12 years. A captain sinks with his ship. Vivien had told him prosecutor, ensuring that he is not granted immunity.

 The senator Prescott fought with very expensive lawyers, but Miller’s diary was a shock deadly. died in prison two years later serve his sentence, without a cent and disgraced, with his legacy erased. Months later, spring had returned to Oak Creek. The neighborhood It was calm. The heavy cars patrol no longer roamed around predators.

The new boss, personally chosen by They live, had restored the confidence of the community. General Vivien Banks He knelt in his front yard. The wonders of that fateful day had disappeared, replaced by fresh purple ducks General Vivien raisedthe view. Mrs. Higgins was there standing, holding a shovel instead of his poodle. He seemed humble.

 “I saw that “You were working,” said the lady. Higgins quietly. I thought maybe you might need help. “I know a thing or two about Mulch.” Viven looked at the woman he had once called the police. “He saw a genuine repentance. “Grab a couple of gloves, Beverly,” Viven said smiling. Start with the wings. While They worked side by side, a truck black woman moved slowly down the street.

Agent Grant waved from the window. Vivian waved back and then returned to Earth. He had won the war, but he knew that the battle for Justice never ended completely, except for today, under the quiet light of the sun of a people he had purified. General Vivian Banks was finally just a planter and God help whoever tries to tell him that he doesn’t belong that world.

 What a roller coaster justice. General Vivian Banks showed that true power is not Try to be the loudest in the room. nor to have a license plate. It is about integrity, patience and the courage to stand up to the abusers of the world. Sergeant Nolan and his corrupt bosses They thought they could crush a woman just because of his appearance, without realizing it that they were facing a warrior who I had already won battles that I didn’t even they could imagine.

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