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                                            Death of the Thin Blue Line

In the pine barrens of New Jersey was the old Miller warehouse out in the middle of nowhere.  He had just finished wiring the explosives in all the keys places inside the warehouse. Doors, windows, and structural weak spots, were covered just in case the SRT or SWAT team showed up unexpectedly. If they tried to enter via the main or side doors or any of the windows the trip wires Martin set up would blow him and his five captives' police officers all the way to hell
5 Rahway New Jersey police officers, 2 motorcycle cops, 2 patrolmen and 1 Sergeant.
Martin walked over to his workbench and picked up his duffle bag and dropped it in the middle of the floor. The 5 police officers were seated in old wooden chairs in a semicircle. Each officer was cuffed with his own handcuffs and bound to the chair by rope. Motormen Allen Grayson looked up at Martin the former rookie was dressed in his Rahway Police uniform.  Martin unzipped his duffel bag and pulled out a crowbar.

Officer: Allen Grayson
Age: 35
Height: 6'1
Weight: 235
Occupation: Rahway Police Officer Traffic Division
Married:  7 years has 2 children
"Don't do this!" Grayson looked at the former rookie but when Allen stared into Martin's eyes pasted the metal framed glasses his brown eyes were lifeless. Allen shivered inside as Martin walked up to him tapping the crowbar in his hand.
The 35 year old former rookie cop swung the crowbar full force into Allen's chest.
Allen screamed in pain his vest absorbed only some of the impact from the blow.
Martin pulled his arm back and swung full force 3 more time in rapid succession.
"Now that I have your attention, there's something I've been itching to find out"
Martin then pulled out a knife and cut Allen's ropes, but he was still handcuffed behind his back.  The disgraced rookie grabbed Allen by his ankle and dragged the motorcycle cop into the middle of the room. The pleas from the other cops went unheard, as Martin wailed on him blow after blow. Every time Allen was hit he screamed and grunted kicking his legs out and doubling over in pain.
"So what hurts more?" The psychotic ex-cop asked
"First?" the swung full force into Allen's chest cracking 2 more ribs
"Or second?" Allen was hit in his upper leg.
"Forehand?" a blow to Allen's arm broke it easily.
"Or Back hand?" this blow land squarely on his inside thighs.
Martin looked at the motorcycle cop his was on the ground doubled over, as Allen coughed blood spit out of his mouth.
Martin wasted no time he grabbed Allen by his blue uniform shirt and vest and as he pulled the traffic cop up to face him, Allen spit blood right in Martin's face.
"That was rude" Martin wiped the blood off his face then looked down and Allen's duty belt. He reached behind Allen's gun and grabbed and pulled out his baton, and continued his beating of the cop with his own baton until his face was completely bloody.
Allen was being held up by the ex rookie he was in too much pain and too exhausted to stand on his own. He had no strength at all.
"Simper Fi marine" Martin looked at Allen his eyes were all but swollen closed. As Martin dropped the pummeled traffic cop to the ground, Allen laid on the floor curled up in a ball groaning in pain.
"There what was invigorating!!"
"You sick psychotic Son of a Bitch!!!" Scott screamed at Martin
"Sick??" Martin Stared at Scott and continued
"You make me this way!!!  ALL FIVE OF YOU!!! He screamed at the cops
"YOU RAN LIKE A COWARD DURING YOUR FIRST GUNBATTLE!!!  Scott screamed back
"At least your nephew died like a cop and with honor" Doug Hudson said
Martin screamed and grabbed Hudson and stared at him with the same soulless eyes that he looked at Allen with.

**** FLASHBACK****

As Martin drove his beat up 87 Ford Escort into MacArthur's Funeral Home parking lot, he was not at all surprised by all the police squad cars that came from all over the state of New Jersey. The parking lot was full of them and what police cruisers couldn't park in the lot they parked along Sip Avenue making it the most secure and safest street in all of Jersey City.
Martin parked his car and closed the door, he was 35 year old 5'11 150lbs had brown hair and brown eyes.  Martin took a deep breath, he was scared but he knew he had no choice he had t do this.
Michael gonna be in rare form tonight. You can do this Martin; just get thru this, just because you didn't make it as a cop doesn't make you a failure.
Martin looked at his suit and tie and dusted the sleeves nervously, his heart was in his throat he swallowed hard and walked in. There were upwards of close to 50 police officers at the funeral. Speaking with other officer was Martin's brother Robert.
Robert was the middle brother he was in his class A's and flew in from Colorado to attend his nephew's funeral. When Robert saw Martin he looked away. As Martin made his way to the casket people stopped talking as he passed by. Martin felt as welcome as a whore at a family reunion. Then of course where the whispers
"Is that him?"
"The failure"
"I can't believe he even show his face here"
Martin's oldest brother Michael was a retired police officer for 25 years on the Jersey City police department. His son also named Michael was a police for Jersey City as well and earned his father badge number. But 2 years on the job Officer Mike Visone was gunned down in the line of duty.  Now all Martin wanted to do was pay his respects.
Michael was talking with another Jersey City cop when his brother Robert walked up and whisper and pointed to Martin. Mike's eyes narrowed and he walked right toward his younger brother.
Martin couldn't even look at his brother. Ever Visone had been a cop Martin's father, and 2 older brothers were all cops.
Michael stood in front of his younger brother and glared at him.
"What the hell do you think you are doing?" the older brother sneered
"I'm just gonna pay my respects" Martin's voice as meek, he was scared and his brother knew it.
"Only my brothers and their families are welcome here"
Martin tried to side step his older brother without looking up. But the stocky older brother stood his ground and whispered.
"Brothers of the thin blue line are welcome here, not the cowardice of someone so yellow they run and turn their backs on his fellow officers so he can save his own skin!" The funnel polar seemed to erupt with laughter and Martin lowered his head and ran out of the funeral home.
End of Flashback……

Martin had walked over to the duffle bag once again reached inside and pulled out a bottle of chloroform and a rag. As he stepped over Allen who was on the floor mooning in pain and walked behind the four cops still seated he opened the bottle and poured the clear liquid anesthetic on to the rag.
Among the cursing and yelling and shouting of the 4 remaining cops still secure to their seats. One voice stood out.
"Do you know what they do to cops who go to prison Visone? Well let me tell you something you miserable piece of shit, they don't last long in prison!! Your days are numbered once we sent your pathetic ass to Rahway State Prison!!"

Officer: John DeSena
Age: 42
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 177
Occupation: Rahway Police Officer FTO (Field Training Officer)
Marital Status: Divorced

Police officer John DeSena was your typical cop, right down to the signature black mustache a lot of cops are known to have.
Officers Banks, Hudson and Sergeant Huckabus could only watch in horror as Martin Visone held the chloroformed soaked rag firmly over DeSena's mouth and nose.
The police officer struggled against his restraints and thrashed his head back and forth hoping to get the rag off his face. But it was the ex rookie cop's sneer and that lifeless soulless look on his face.
"I know what they do to cops who go to prison John, but you see I rather spent and eternity in hell with the 5 of you." Visone said sweetly into DeSena's ear as he passed out for the chloroform.
Vison walked away from the cops and into the darkness Scott Banks begin to try to wiggle his restraints and move his legs to try and reach inside his boots.
"It's no good, he took everything, cuff keys, ammo, cell phones even the batteries from our radios." Officer Hudson said looking at the motorcycle cop and he still tried to reach the top of his Dehners with his fingers.
"Well think fuckin god he didn't go to motor school!!" Scott managed to get his index finger just inside his police motorcycle boot he could feel the handcuff key that was held in place by black masking tape. Now he just needed to get to it.
Scott kept a close eye on Martin, he needed to get free and stop him anyway he could.  As the ex-rookie began to drag a large wooden table behind him Scott remembered the first time he met Martin.

***Flashback***

Police station was set up for Taser class certification Scott and Allen stood on either side of Martin. The rookie was nervous this was his first time being hit with a taser he knew the 5 second electrical jolt was very painful. Scott saw the fear in Martin's eyes and tried to calm him down.
"Ok look it's 5 second that all it is" Scott saw the fear in the kids eyes. Martin nodded back.
"You'll be fine we all have gone throu it." He looked at his partner and Allen tighten his grip on Martin's arm.
"TASER TASER TASER" DeSena said as he shot the 2 metal barbs into Martin's back.
5,000 volts coursed into his body it felt as if every nerve ending in Martin's body was on fire. It was the longest 5 seconds of his life.
When it was over the rookie laded  still and only groaned.
"Did he piss himself?" DeSena asked with a smile.
"Nope he did good" Allen smiled
"NO!!! HE'S GOT TO PISS HIMSELF" DeSena pulled the trigger again and Martin once again arched his back and stiffened up
"You Piss yourself Rookie or I'll juice you until you do!!!  DO YOU HEAR ME!!"

****End of Flashback****

Martin placed the wooden table over to where the officers were seated.  John DeSena was still passed out from the chloroform. The Ex rookie cop walked over pulled out his knife and cut Officer DeSena free. Scott and Doug watched in owe as Martin gently and carefully picked up his trainer and carry him over to the table in a fireman's carry and gently placed him on the table. The ex-rookie rolled DeSena on his side and took his keys from his key case on his duty belt. Then unhand cuffed DeSena, stretched out his arms to the and tied his wristed to the end of the table.
Martin walked over to his duffle bag and pulled out an Arkansas Toothpick a 12 inch knife used commonly in the civil war.
Scott and Doug knew this wasn't going to be good. Scott began digging in his boot to dislodge his hidden cuff key. Martin walked over to John and began tapping him on the chest with the blade of the knife. He was waiting for John to wake up, just as his FTO began to stur he heard Doug speaking to Scott as he turned to look he saw Scott trying to dig into his boot.
John looked in horror at Martin
"Hold that thought boss I gotta take care of something" he walked over to Scott Banks
"Motormen Banks are we being bad?" he smiled as Scott pulled his index finger out Martin grabed Scott boot and slid his fingers inside and felt the tape and the outline of the hidden cuff key.
"Cleaver" he smiled at Scott, Martin pulled out the hidden cuff key then grabbed both Scott's index and middle fingers and bent them back until he heard them snap. Scott began screaming then Martin grabbed the motorcycle cop around his helmet in a headlock and whispered into his ear.
"I always liked you and Allen, this isn't personnel it's business"
Scott had tears rolling down his cheeks.
Martin calmly walked back to John  and began tapping him on the chest. Then he rapped on his chest with his knockles and smiled.
"You wear a trauma shield in your vest!!" he smiled
"That's so kool boss!"
"You're no rookie of mine!!! You're a disgrace to that Badge and that uniform that you're wearing" John spat in anger
"Visone we can help you just tell us what you want!!"
Martin looked at doug and held up one finger
"Either you be quite or I'll cut your tongue out"
Douglas shut up quickly
"Now-------------oh yes, you know something boss" he turned back to John tapping his chest with the blade of the knife.
"You were a complete Asshole to me"
"I only did that to make you a better officer" John said very concerned
Martin slid the knife down to the silver Buckle on his duty belt. And tapped the knife some more.
"So you admit you're an Asshole?"
"YES ,YES, I'M AN ASSHOLE!!! John was almost panicked
"How much of an Asshole?"
"How the fuck should I know?!"
"Lets find out!" and the ex-cop trusted the entire blade up Officer DeSena's rectum until the hilt touched the crack of his ass.
John screamed in horror and pain as he kicked his legs wildly the act of so vicious even Scott Banks and Doug Hudson were screaming.

****
Outside the Miller warehouse 10 police cruisers and a SRT team assembled.
Deputy Chief Delaney was consulting with Lt. Thomas Smith head of the SRT team
"We have secured the perimeter of the warehouse and I've got my sniper heading for the roof as we speak."
"I want to know what going on first Lt., I don't want your boys going off half cocked. Those are my men in their"
"Don't worry sir my men know their job, we will nail this perp"
"You better Lt. the last thing I want to see is a headline in tomorrow's paper
COP KILLS COP IN FRIENDLY FIRE!!"
"My team knows there 3 cops in that warehouse"
"All I can say is thank god the GSP's were in the Laptops not their cruisers."  Deputy Chief Delaney was worried but to be on the safe side he had his dispatchers call all full time and reserve officer so he could account for everybody.

*****

Officer:  SGT John Huchabus
Age: 35
Height: 5'10
Weight: 203
Occupation: Rahway Police Shift Supervisor
Marital Status: Married with 3 kids

Martin was unaware that the SRT sniper was lurking just above him, he was too busy filling the 10 gallon fish tank with water that he had placed on a hand cart. Once it was full he then wheeled it to the table when Officer DeSena lay now dead.  Martin smiled and looked at the remaining 3 Rahway cops.
"Thank god I was beginning to think he would never stop screaming!!" Then looked at Sgt Huckabus
"Did you Sgt?"
"I feel so sorry for your family Martin, the Visones were known for producing outstanding police officers."
Martin glared at his sergeant
Trooper Lewis Francis Visone apprehended 4 armed bank robbers in his day. He must be turning in his grave knowing he sired a complete psychotic for a son."
Martin snarled and narrowed his eyes like some unholy beast then pulled his baton that was located right behind his gun. As he extended the collapsible baton Sgt Huckabus braced himself for the beating he was sure to get. But the ex-rookie had other ideas. He smashed the glass fish tank with his baton and grabbed a large piece of glass. Martin trusted the shard of broken glass directly into the Sergeant's throat.
"CHEW ON BROKEN GLASS SGT!!"
Sgt Huckabus began gagging and gurgling then finally coughing up blood part of it ran out his mouth and some ran down his throat.  Sgt Huckabus began choking on his own blood.
"Now the three of you listen up------"Martin turned to look at the remaining cops but there was only Banks and Hudson. Martin let out a heavy sigh and walked over to Scott Banks.
"Where's your Devil Dog?" but Scott didn't answer him
"YOUR MARINE!! ANSWER ME BANKS OR I'LL DO TO YOU WHAT I'M DOING TO THEM!!" Martin Shouted, his emotions were almost out of control.
Allen's arm was broken and he was still handcuffed behind his back but he made his way out of the well lit area of the warehouse hoping to escape and get help. It was then that familiar snapping of fingers could be heard and Scott began screaming.
Allen looked away from the sound of Scott's screaming and back into the darkness he needed to find a way out of this place. He had to get help and it looked like he was the only one who could do it.

"Echo 3 to base lead" the SRT sniper said looking inside the roof window.
"Go Echo 3"
"I am in position, 4 police captives."   Ohh jesus!! Then the SRT officer continued
"4 police officers 2 are alive the --------------other 2 are 10-0 (dead)"
"4? You said you're missing 3 officers!! " Lt Smith looked at the Deputy Chief
"I've just got word two traffic cops haven't returned home yet, were still checking"
"Echo 3 do you see any Traffic police officers over"
"Standby" the sniper looked thou his scope motorcycle cop were easy to spot with the high black boots and breeches they are known to wear then spoke again.
"Echo Lead affinitive I count 1 repeat 1 motorcycle cop"
"1? Echo 3 how many perps.  Do you see?"
"Zero sir"
"Copy that, report anything else you see and stand by for my orders."
"echo 3 clear"

***
Allen saw the main doors he was only 20 feet from them, but it was the 5 packs of C-4 Plastic explosives that made him stop dead in his tracks.
There's enough C-4 here to blow this building to bits, not to mention what it will do to anyone opening that door!!
Allen was to focused on the C-4 he didn't hear Martin walk quietly behind him, the motorcycle cop was handcuffed behind his back and his arm was broke. Martin grabed Allen in a sAllenper hold, the motor cop kicked out with his legs trying to trip the ex-rookie cop off balance.  Allen knew he had only a few seconds before he pasted out, but his attacker was relentless.
"I always liked you and Scott; this was not part of the plan you have to believe me." Martin whispered into Allen's ear. Allen's eyes rolled into his head and his legs buckled. Martin laid him on the ground; he grabbed a leather strap and rag. Martin stuffed the rag in Allen's mouth and used the leather strap the fashion a gag.  Once the gag was secure the ex-rookie cop gently rub Allen's chest to wake him up.  A Allen came to he kicked his legs and tried to move his arms. He looked around and only muffled gurgling sounds could be heard.
"Allen, you been a very, very bad Marine, bad Devil Dog running away from home."
"I can't have you spoil the surprise Allen" Martin smiled kindly at him, but then his face grew angry
"Lose lips sink ships are we clear Marine?!" ; Martin squeezed his arm that was broken
Allen grimaced in pain then tried to let out a scream but couldn't, once he was sure Allen was unable to talk Martin grabbed him by the back of his shirt and dragged him back. Allen kicked and shook his head not knowing what this crazy had in mind for him.
The sniper looked in surprise as Martin and Allen came into view.
"Echo 3 to lead, I have 2 more LEO's" (Law Enforcement Officers) but one of them is dragging the other one on the ground" The SRT sniper couldn't help but be confused.
"Can you identity?"
"One motor, one unknown wait" The sniper zoomed in on Martin's nameplate
Visone? It can't be
"Echo 3 to lead, its Visone sir"
Martin dragged Allen over to Scott he had 4 broken fingers
"Next time keep your Devil Dog on a leash and in his own yard!!Ok Scott? Or I will have to put him down!" Martin pulled out his weapon and pointed it at Allen; he looked at Scott then at Doug.
Officer Doug Hudson was scared there was no mistake about that.
"Echo 3 to Echo Lead Visone just pulled his weapon on another officer, repeat Visone is the perp!!"
"Lieutenant if you man has a shot tell him to take it" Deputy Chief Delaney said to the SRT Lt.
The Lieutenant wasted no time giving the kill order to his sniper
"Echo 3 this is Echo lead, you are cleared to fire. I say again you are clear to take out Visone"
"Copy that sir"

Officer:  Doug Hudson
Age: 28
Height: 5'8
Weight: 200
Occupation: Rahway Police Officer
Marital Status: Married

Martin walked over to his duffle bag and pulled out a Taser and looked at Officer Doug Hudson
Allen tried to get Scott to realize there was something wrong, but all he could manage to do was communicate muffled grunts and growls out of the gag in his mouth.
"Hey Doug I bet you $20.00 dollars that you piss your pants, TASER ,TASER, TASER" and shot Hudson right in the balls with his taser.
"Holy shit!! Echo 3 to lead Visone just shot an officer with a taser"
Lt Smith looked at Deputy Chief Delaney
"Echo 3 Take the Shot!!! SRT move in I repeat Move in Perpetrator is Martin Visone he is dressed as a Rahway Police Officer" Lt Smith shouted
"Why hasn't your man taken the shot" Delaney said quietly
"Echo 3 you are cleared to take the shot drop that Son of a Bitch!!"
"Echo 3 to lead, the shot is not good; I don't have a clean shot sir"

Inside the Miller warehouse Doug screamed as 5,000 volts entered his body from his groin.
"EEWWW I got him right in the man berries!!" Martin laughed
As Martin turned he looked at Scott he walked over, the SRT sniper had a clear shot at him. As the sniper began to squeeze the trigger
"Sorry Scott you and Allen were never part of the original plan, just these 3!! You and-----" the sniper shot rang out hitting Visone in the back of the head as Visone fell forward his eyes were still open but very lifeless, the SRT sniper had made his kill shot. At the same time the 5 man SRT team used a short metal battering ram to bust in the door setting off the trip wires that set the C-4 plastic explosives off in 3.2 second delay.
As the ex-rookie cop fell to the ground Scott Banks breathed a sigh of relief he looked at Allen.
"It over" were the last words Motor Officer Scott Banks uttered.
Allen Grayson was franticly shaking his head when the explosion hit.
The 5 man SRT team then tripped the C-4 at the front door were instantly killed in the blast.
The sniper Echo 3 had so much glass and other shrapnel in him he would have been disfigured for life, if he wasn't blown into 4 fairly large pieces.
So on this day September 29 the Feast of St Michael Patrol Saint of Police officers. Michael Visone was laid to rest in the ground he was escorted into heaven by members of the Rahway Police Department's police, traffic and SRT team.
Satan had taken his officer and escorted him to hell.

By
Martin Stise