THE GREEN CURTAIN – POST SCHEDULE

RELEASE DATES – EACH CHAPTER

The first four chapters are being released on “Special Release Date Status”.  After that every chapter will be released on Wednesdays.

CHAPTER I

May 20, 2015 @ 1800 (6pm) EDT

CHAPTER II

May 25, 2015 @ 1800 (6pm) EDT

CHAPTER III

May 30, 2015 @ 1800 (6pm) EDT

CHAPTER IV

June 4, 2015 @ 1800 (6pm) EDT

CHAPTER V

June 10, 2015 @ 1800 (6pm) EDT

CHAPTER VI

June 17, 2015 @ 1800 (6pm) EDT

CHAPTER VII

July 1, 2015 @ 1800 (6pm) EDT

Leave a comment

Filed under The Green Curtain

NEW SCHEDULE!

BLOGS

SCHEDULE

Blood & Sacrifice

Bloodandsacrifice.wordpress.com

Sundays @ 12:00 pm
Blue Health Network

Bluehealthandmedical.wordpress.com

Mondays @ 2:00 pm
Crime & Mystery

Crimestation.wordpress.com

Tuesdays @ 4:00 pm
Franklinswritingcorner

Franklinswritingcorner.com

Wednesdays @ 6:00 pm
Love-Time Story Network

Lovetimestorynetworkblog.wordpress.com

Thursdays @ 8:00 pm
Scientific Underworld

Scientificunderworld.wordpress.com

Fridays @ 10:00 am

Scheduled times and days may change any time.  This schedule represents when you can expect a post from that blog, and not necessarily every single week.

Leave a comment

Filed under GENERAL TOPICS

THE CRAB DIARIES: THE SUNKEN SHOE (Real Life)

Story 10

Growing up from the earliest part of your life, childhood, until you left your parents’ home, we have all heard them tell us don’t go somewhere, don’t hang out with someone or don’t do certain things.  What do we do at that age, we want to go explorer and continue doing what we think is right and what we want to do, despite knowing the punishment we will face if our parent’s, especially our mother, caught us defying them.  This was the same thing my mother would always tell me when we lived in a small town called Largo, which was established in the late 1970’s, risen from dense woodland.  In one part of the town, there was somewhat of a clearing, where you would think they were going to build one or two houses, but the ground was never broken.  So this huge clearing went from dirt and mud to growing green grass, which may have been at least five feet tall at one point and where a skinny dirt path was somehow created alongside a creek.  This creek flowed through parts of the town, and whenever it rained heavy enough, the main bridge that you had to take to get into the neighborhood would be flooded.  Living there long enough, and experiencing some of the weather patterns when it rained, you could easily figure out that the creek would rise above the level of the bridge and at times even nearly submerging the bridge.

Now the bridge was only maybe ten feet above the flowing creek, but the banks of the creek were not properly built to withstand rising levels.  It became such a problem that those that lived on the edge of the creek, whose backyards laid adjacent to the banks, kept getting their basements or first floors flooded with dirty, muddy and sandy water.  The creek really smelled over time and never turned back to the color of water and where you could see the bottom anymore.  Finally, the town rebuilt the banks of the creek and no more flooding of the bridge, which had to be repaired due to the crap in the water constantly flooding.  However, before all that even became a huge issue, for those reasons alone about the creek, my mother, and most parent’s, would tell their kids to stay away from the creek and not go down to that part of the neighborhood.  Despite all that happened, however, the creek, which encompassed the open grassy area where the new homes were never built, some of our memories come from being in the forbidden land.  We all knew that we would be crucified when one of our friends nearly drowned in the creek, and was completely drenched in that dirty creek water from the neck down.  To give you the background of how that happened, think about the curiosity of a child, or young teenager, and how they try to use their mind to engineer things to accomplish something else.

Well, we didn’t engineer anything except heartache, emotional instability and the wrath from our parents who were, obviously, angry and ready to knock our heads off with anything they could find.  When this happened, there were probably six to seven of us standing on one side of the creek looking over at the other side, figuring out how to get over and expand our Louis and Clark expedition like motivation.  There was a massive tree that some time ago fell across the creek, and possible to use to shimmy your way across, but it was too unstable and didn’t quite fall to the ground.  So although the tree was the best way for us to cross the creek onto the other side, it wasn’t low enough or we weren’t tall enough to reach it easily.  Not to mention the part you could easily reach was over one part of the creek, and if you stepped in the water the bottom would give way and cause your foot to be submerged.  With that out of our option of possibility, we either had to walk through the water or attempt to jump across and land in the middle of the creek on some small patch of rocks and dirt that stuck out high enough above the water level.  One friend, who was crazy enough to attempt some shit like that, actually got a running start and jumped across to that rocky landing.  Even though he made it across the first part of the creek, he still had an even bigger jump from the rocky landing to other shore line, which was impossible to make without going into the water.

However, when he made the first jump across, part of the rocky, dirt landing area sunk underneath his feet, which nearly made him go under.  He was able to grab on to the rest of the landing and pull himself up, but we all quickly realized that jumping on that landing would not be the best way to go.  So our last course of action was to walk through the water, which was raging underneath, unknown to us, but you would think we would use common sense to just turn around and go home.  One friend, who was a girl and played tackle football with us, attempted to walk across by going through the water, which, of course, would require her feet to touch the bottom of the creek.  She quickly found out that was not very smart as she quickly started to sink through the creek bed the further she went into the water.  It got to a point where she began to panic and tried to turn around to come back, but by then she was too far into the water and her feet got stuck underneath the creek floor.  Almost immediately she began to panic as she started crying and yelling out to us to help her because her feet were stuck and she was still sinking through the creek floor.  At this point you could see that she started at waist high and now at neck high within a matter of minutes of being in the water.  Thank God, we had one friend who knew how to swim, but his problem would be seeing her feet under the water.

See, the creek was always brown and dirty, and when he went under the water to free her feet, he had his eyes closed and used his hands to feel his way; while they were both kicking up the sandy bottom polluting the water even more.  He came up numerous times to catch his breath, but had me hold the girl’s hands and arms so she would stop sinking while he attempted to free her feet blindly.  Obviously, she was panicked, but while he was doing that she kept kicking up more of the sandy bottom and sending herself further underwater.  I did my best to keep her calm above the water, while he worked his ass off to free her feet from the quicksand bottom.  I was partially in the water up to my waist and did my best not to get myself stuck as the bottom kept sinking and sliding, which kept my feet moving.  I don’t know, but maybe about several minutes later, we were able to free her from the water, although she was free from danger and out of the water, she was more disturbed that she lost her shoe.  My best buddy did his best to find her shoe under the water, and shifted through the sandy bottom for it, but never found it.  Of course, we all feel defeated about the effort, but soon that feeling was turned to fear as we made our way home on our bikes and on foot.  I can’t remember what happened to us when we all got home, but I do believe I was grounded for at least a week.

Even after everyone served their corporal punishment within their confines of the family court, we soon slowly made our way back down to the creek, but much smarter than before and never attempted to go across it again.  I do believe, however, all of us that were there that day watching our friend nearly drown in dirty creek water, were seriously affected by it.  We hardly ever talked about it and moved on with our childhood lives like nothing ever happened.  It was amazing how we were there for each other when shit went south very quick, but got on each other’s nerves at times through our growth.  How many children or kids can say that now with our society more technical and full of computers than before when all that happened.  Oh, and I think the girl that nearly drowned lost either money, keys or something of value under the creek water that she had in her jeans.  Oh well, at least I know her shoe is part of the history of that creek and who knows where it is now and what condition it is in at this point several years later.  God only knows.

Henry Scott

Leave a comment

Filed under CRIME & MYSTERY

THE CRAB DIARIES: GUESS WE CAN’T GET ALONG (Real Life)

Story 9

You know, in our society today, getting along with other cultures and nationalities seem to be more of a challenge in some cases, but in other cases you see unlikely allies. Seeing cultures, and other societies, getting along with each other in a peaceful fashion and coexistence, it can sometimes bring you hope and possibility of things working out in the future. However, on the flip side of that cultural coin, some society divisions can’t and will not get along no matter what is proposed or what solution is warranted for them. In these situations in order to get those cultures to coexist with each other sometimes is to have some sweet deal or some mutual understanding that would not affect them in a negative light. As we see with negotiations between countries and social-intellectuals, where forcing an agreement can be a long and very lengthy process.

Well, this day actually showed why some African nations, and clans, don’t coexist and why that continent is always having some kind of turmoil. When all hell broke loose inside the Marriott Hotel, most of us were working an overtime assignment; Maryland Terrapins football game. I can’t say that I was happy I wasn’t on regular duty, patrol, because with this huge ass mess that happened no one was safe from being called in to assist other officers. What I do know is that I was working the overtime assignment when a call or alert tone came out that made everyone’s heart skip one or two beats. Our day began with a normal briefing of the football game and who Maryland was playing, however, I don’t recall anyone mentioning some African sponsored event during our briefing either. I can only say African because I certainly don’t remember the clans that were fighting each other, but I do know they were from somewhere on the African continent. My overtime assignment was somewhere not too far from the Marriott because I was one of the first officers, not on patrol, to respond and arrive on scene.

After this immediate assistance to our officers was called out over the radio, I either got the authorization or just took it upon myself to leave my post and go to assist my fellow officers. Sometimes when shit hits the fan you don’t have time to follow the protocol, chain of command or ask for permission to do things. Especially when your fellow officers are in dying need of your help. What made this call for assistance even more immediate was that the officers working on the overtime event and patrol officers are on two different radio channels. So that would mean that the dispatcher had to relay this information of a mass fight at the Marriott over several different channels, which could be done at one time with one button. As I am screaming, meaning the speed of my cruiser, towards the Marriott Hotel on campus, UMUC, the incoming traffic for the football game is still coming. At the same time we have kids playing around with footballs, and doing other activities through the parking lots and crossing the street.

Now, I am probably less than a minute away from the hotel, and I am approaching one of the traffic circles. Cars and trucks are moving out of my way, barely, and traffic in and around the circle is still there. Finally, just before I enter the traffic circle vehicles started to find ways to get out of the way to only allow me to loudly screech tires around the circle. I remember one lady’s face as I came around the circle with the cruiser leaning hard to the right, and tires skipping and sending ear piercing screeches. Her face was like the sound of the tires were hurting her ears as she sat in her vehicle ready to proceed through the circle after I left. In the short distance left to the hotel, I must’ve topped at about 80mph before screeching one more time around the corner through one of the hotel entrances. Once I finally got there, and ran into through the hotel doors with other officers, everything was quite. I was expecting all kinds of loudness and people running around the lobby area, but little did I know the actual area of problems was inside the auditorium.

After the doors of the auditorium opened up, it was like the sound inside the room just exploded outside. The only thing I could remember was that the room was full of smoke, some people with partial clothing torn off, covered in eggs and rubbing their eyes and coughing. Little did we all know, who are just arriving, that pepper spray was used, eggs were being thrown from both sides and that it was more of a political event. For a while I had no idea what was going on and who was who, except that we had the duty now to kick every one of them out of the hotel immediately. Trying to get them out of the hotel, which I found out it was two different groups that hate each other, was the one of the hardest part. Hotel staff had to tell both groups that they are no longer welcome there anymore and were banned from ever attending the hotel in the future. Apparently, some of the attendees were arrested and transported to the regional jail, while others were forced out and put on their respective buses.

The whole situation probably took about more than an hour to settle, and probably several more minutes to get them to leave the hotel grounds. As far as I know not much damage was caused in the auditorium, but enough for it to be shut down for a few days. Later on, I found out that the two groups that were fighting each other, are also fighting each other over in their home country and the hatred or dislike toward each other is just as strong if not stronger. The last thing we needed was other cultures and groups bringing their fight and anger toward each other from one country to ours. I can’t say we are much better at that either, but I think you get my drift on that statement. HOT FRIED MESS!

Henry Scott

Leave a comment

Filed under CRIME & MYSTERY

THE GREEN CURTAIN (Continues)

Characters in the story are based off real people.  Names have been changed to protect those individuals.  Situations and events in the story are fictional, although some real events may be included.  Some content may include violence and sexual depictions.  Reader discretion is advised.

CHAPTER VII

[Northern Virginia]

It didn’t take long for the correctional system to process the minister into the same system he tried to dodge.  In fact, the same system that he had always tried to fight and state that it doesn’t treat the black man with respect, is now part of his reality going forward.  The only thing that is working in Khalid’s favor, is that the extradition order to send him back to Boston will take some time.  For right now, Minister Cure is being locked up and detained inside the county jail awaiting the first part of his extradition process, a hearing of whether the extradition will be granted or denied.  With little time on his side, Khalid request to make a phone call to his stand-by attorney to fight the extradition, which is a 50/50 chance success rate.  After speaking with his attorney on the phone, Khalid is returned back to his cell to only find out that he now has a cellmate to share the cell with.  When Khalid stepped through the cell doors, and heard it slam behind him, the new cellmate looked up at him and didn’t say a word to him for the first few minutes.  Khalid took a few more steps further into the cell to step pass the new inmate, which apparently irritated the man.

JAMES WINSTON: Excuse you, minister!

KHALID X. CURE: What?

JAMES WINSTON: You heard me. 

KHALID X. CURE: I wanted you to repeat it. 

JAMES WINSTON: Whose you?  My father now?  I don’t listen and take orders from nobody.

KHALID X. CURE: Listen slim, umm, I don’t know you, but since we have to cell together, I think swinging attitudes around won’t help the situation.

JAMES WINSTON: Oh okay.  So you think preaching to me is going to help us get along?  Nigga please!

KHALID X. CURE: What?!  You just got here and you already trying to claim shit and step?  You don’t know who you messing with, slim.  I suggest you calm down and just take it easy.

JAMES WINSTON: Take it easy?!  Listen, minister!  You are supposed to be the leader of the black community, but yet you are stuck in the same system that you once tried to fight.  I’ve been in and out of the system for years, to the point where if a bitch in blue even looks at me, I’m thrown behind the slammer.  You don’t know what that is like, do you?

KHALID X. CURE: You think I just got where I am without any trials and tribulations of my own?  You honestly think that I got to where I am now without having to step on some toes and bust some heads?  I’ve gone through more shit in this life it feels like then Jesus Himself went through dying for our sins in this white man’s world!  Don’t talk to me about struggles and pain like I don’t know what you are talking about.  I’ve seen things that even men older than me haven’t seen and dealt with.  I tell some of my adventures to old war veterans, and even some of them say they still had it better than I did growing up.  The system we are in right now don’t want us to strive after we leave, they want us to continue the same cycle so they can show all those that agree with them that we are out of control.  There’s no need for hostility towards me son, just understand that I am still on the right side fighting for our existence okay?

COUNTY INMATE #1: Hey! Minister! Nobody wants to hear that shit in here!

JAMES WINSTON: Shut the fuck up!!

COUNTY INMATE #1: Why don’t you come over here and make me?  I got something for that ass!!

KHALID X. CURE: You gotta problem me?  What’s your name, son?

COUNTY INAMTE #1: They call me ‘BC’!  Black Curtain!  I make niggas go to sleep anyway I can!

KHALID X. CURE: Okay, Black Curtain!  If you think that scares me or anyone with great substance to stand on, you aren’t helping the situation!  We need to stand together as a black community to get the respect that we so deserve! 

COUNTY INMATE #1: I got respect!  You don’t understand that kind of respect!  I….

CORRECTIONAL OFFICER: Hey!  Shut the damn noise!  We don’t need to hear any of this shit!!  Especially you, minister.  Don’t start shit!  Walks away.

KHALID X. CURE: Talking to his new cellmate.  What’s your name, son?

JAMES WINSTON: James Winston.  They call me GG.

KHALID X. CURE: Let me guess.  The Green Gangsta?

JAMES WINSTON: Nah.  Green God. 

KHALID X. CURE: Explain GG.

JAMES WINSTON: I’ve made a lot of money over my time in the game.  I’ve made money in situations that no one dared to pursue.  I’ve made money in the most fucked up places you can imagine, man.  I’ve had fake businesses scraping in the dough at one time, you know?  Shut’em down and build elsewhere.  Repeat the same process over and over again until the blues caught up with me just a few months ago.  I try to find the weakness in the financial game and…

KHALID X. CURE: …exploit it.  Maybe you need some fine tuning on your skills.

JAMES WINSTON: I need people that I can trust to get shit done. 

KHALID X. CURE: Well, James, I think I have an opportunity for you awaiting once you are released.

JAMES WINSTON: Seriously?

KHALID X. CURE: Yes.

JAMES WINSTON: However, I’m not the only GG around here.  There’s another guy called GG Jr..

KHALID X. CURE: Is GG a street name for a gang or some sort of club?

JAMES WINSTON: Something like that, but we try to exploit the financial system and gain from it.  Some men have died doing shit like this.  For what we do, we call it the Green Curtain Affect.  You can look at us like modern day Robin Hood’s of the 21st century, you know?  Once you know and figure out a way to do something, you stay with it and it becomes addictive like crack cocaine.  We work very closely together and don’t just let anyone inside the group.

KHALID X. CURE: I’ll protect you and your partners if you share me in on the 411.  Don’t need an answer right now, but think about it, talk it over with your friends and get back to me.  I think we can work together on this and make each other a lot of money.  I have the equipment to make your job easier and to give you the protection you need.  No answer right now.  Think it over and get back to me as soon as you can.  Gets on the top bunk to take a nap.

[Harrisburg, Pennsylvania]

For several minutes after the service is over, and standing inside a candlelit sanctuary, Shelly awaits to be summoned to the back by one of the leaders.  While she walks around the sanctuary glancing at the artwork posted on the walls and staring at some of the beautiful structured statues, she notices one of the members leaving the building in a hurry, with a quick pace walk.  Although this sparks her interest, she doesn’t put it together that what was about to come next will be life changing.  Immediately after the last member walks out the front doors, Shelly hears her name called waving her to the back door of the sanctuary.  Shelly takes one more glance at the statue she was standing in front of and quickly goes to meet the parishioner at the door, who holds it open for her to enter through.  Once she walks through the door, the parishioner escorts her down the hallway to a set of stairs leading to the basement, where she mentions that Ruby and the others are waiting.  Shelly stares down the steps and looks back at the lady before proceeding down the wooden, creaky steps to her secret meeting.

When Shelly gets to the bottom of the steps, she looks around and sees three women in dark red robes standing at the end of a tunnel.  She begins to walk towards them down the dark, partially lit hallway and comes within a few steps of their presence.  All three women look at her and directs Shelly to follow them through a door, which unknown to her was a room set up for sacrificing needs.  Immediately, after Shelly entered through the door she saw Ruby and another lady standing by a table with arm and leg straps prepared for her.  This sends fear through Shelly’s heart as she tried to escape through the door she just came through, but ran into the three women that led her there.  At this point, Shelly tries to fight all three women with very little success, who quickly overpower her and drag her to the table against her will.  Her struggle to avoid being sacrificed was an annoyance to Ruby, who gave her a powerful backhand across the face nearly knocking her unconscious.  Once the women were able to place Shelly on the table, and strap her arms and legs down tightly, all the women took their places around the table to be a valuable witness to what was about to happen.

As the women around the table, including Ruby, began to chant and repeat the sacrificial covenant, Shelly looks above her head and could see a large, long knife being held over her.  Ruby slowly raises the knife above her head to the max point of where she couldn’t raise it anymore, preparing to strike Shelly directly in the chest.  Shelly started crying and began to beg for her life as she thought she was facing the reality of her life ending in the dark dungeon of where she served with loyalty and respect.  The women began to get louder with their sacrificial chant as it was near the point of no return for Shelly to be spared, but just before Ruby was to strike down with all her force, the door to the sacrificial ceremony was busted open.  The loud noise of the door being busted open got the attention of all the women, who all quickly shifted their focus on the open door with no one standing in front of it.  Ruby snaps her fingers for two women to go check out the hallway and to see who is hiding out.  Two of the women peeped out the door down both sides of the hallway, and as they stepped out to see if anyone is around, Ruby hears the two women screaming before they were silenced.  The other two went to quickly close the door the best they could, but it was blown open once more sending both women to hit the wall banging their heads, knocking them out cold.

To the amazing sight of Ruby she was now face to face with the shadow figure, who only made his eyes visible in bright white hue.  Ruby slowly began to back away from Shelly with the knife still in her hand at about neck level, while the shadow figure just stood there staring at her.  Once Ruby backed up as far as she could with her back up against a wall, she grabbed her throat and made the choking sounds and gestures dropping the knife on the cement floor.  Shelly raised her head to watch Ruby struggle for air as she slowly slid down the wall to the floor, which she thought was the end of her ordeal.  After Ruby passed out, and was silenced, the shadow figure focused his attention to Shelly being sprawled out on the table still strapped down.  The figure slowly entered the room and stood by her, which just made Shelly extremely nervous to even say anything or look at it.  As she laid there with her eyes tightly closed, she felt her arms and hands were free, and before she dared to move them, she opened her eyes to see no one standing there.  Shelly quickly sat up on the table and glanced around the room and could see three women on the floor motionless.  Once she jumped down off the table and ran out the door, and down the hallway, she saw a stone figure in the middle of the hallway.

Shelly quickly realized that the stone figure she was seeing was one of the women that fled the room earlier.  Squeezing her way around the statue, she made it to the sanctuary and made a mad dash to the front door.  As she is running towards the door, things behind her begin to catch fire and anything on the way starting falling to the floor shattering into pieces.  Once Shelly made it through the front doors of the building, she fell and looked back at the building, which very quickly engulfed into flames.  Unknown to Shelly outside, Ruby was the only one still alive in the building, who started to come too when the building began to collapse on itself.  Ruby does her best to gather herself and struggles through falling debris to escape through a back tunnel that was not known to many people.  Just as Ruby made it through the tunnel entrance, the building exploded sending a fireball partially down the tunnel, which had enough force to send Ruby off her feet landing face first on the ground, but avoided being burned to death.  At the same time when the building exploded, Shelly was just close enough for the force to send her flying backwards through the air landing on a hood of a car.  Lying there on the hood of the car, Shelly was barely conscious and before losing consciousness, the last thing she heard were people in the distance and the sound of the fire crackling.  In the tunnel, Ruby was able to escape with her life, but her colleagues had perished in the fire, which left her standing alone.  Ruby took one more glance at the first before disappearing into the dark of night, not to be heard from or seen again until the time to fight back has presented itself.

[Safe House in Russia]

After Aya and Daniel arrive at the safe house location provided to them prior to undertaking the assassination mission, Daniel runs around to clear the house making sure no one else was inside.  Once the coast was clear, he helped Aya in through the front door, who was nursing a thigh injury from a bullet wound and blood streaming down her leg.  Aya was laid on the couch supporting her wounded leg on the arm rest to slow down the bleeding while Daniel rushed into the kitchen to grab the first aid kit.  Daniel brought the first aid kit over to Aya and grabbed the Quick Clot application and tore it open, which made Aya just imagine the pain that would soon come after.  The Quick Clot was poured on her would, which made Aya scream out for a brief second and several grunts followed before Daniel was able to seal off the wound from further infection.  Knowing that Aya was taken care of, he sat down on the floor next to the floor trying to catch his breath and calm his heart rate while watching the reaction of Aya.

A few minutes passed before Daniel went into a room to alert his handler that they are safe and sound for the time being.  As Daniel is communicating with his bosses back in the United States, Aya sits up on the couch to gather herself and started to limp around the house to see what was around.  The curiosity of Aya got the best of her and she just started going into room after room, and after going into the last room was something she didn’t expect to see.  She found herself staring and looking through evidence that showed the United States attempting to undermine the influence of the Russian government in the Balkan region, which spelled out the possible assassination of the Russian president.  What Aya was seeing was completely different from what she was told and led to believe why she was defying her own people.  By the time Daniel found her snooping around in the last room in the house, Aya was standing there holding papers in her hand feeling mixed emotions of what she discovered.

Daniel slowly walked up to her in the midst of explaining it all to her, but at that point Aya mustard up enough strength to punch him right in the face for lying to her.  He stumbled backwards a little bit holding his mouth, checking for blood as he felt it and the taste of iron in his mouth.  She looked at him saying, “If I didn’t have a hurt leg right now, I’d kick your ass for this shit!  You lied to me about why we did what we did!  I thought I was saving my family from further tyranny, but yet I might’ve just put them in danger believing your lies.”  As he stood there he could see the anger in her eyes, which teared up for a few seconds before she wiped them away.  Just before he could respond to her, the phone line rings and he goes to answer it as it could be from his handler.  When he answers the phone to speak, Aya comes out of the room in a bothered-depressed state of mind and goes to sit down on the couch, holding her fresh sealed wound.  Many things are running through her mind at this point, but with her fear of her family being killed or kidnapped for her betrayal of the motherland.  While she sits there soaking in her own sorrow, Daniel slowly comes out to deliver some news to her that she should know.

He walks around the couch and finds a seat next to her as she just stares straight ahead into space.  While watching the tears coming down her face, he delivers to her that her family is now safe and has been pulled out of the area by American Special Forces, who were undercover working the area.  This breaks her stare and switches her eyes to his and he could see the relief being lifted off of her knowing that she didn’t put them in harm’s way.  However, she made it clear to him that he wasn’t completely out of the dog house with her, and that she demands a complete explanation of what is going on.  Before he went into explanation of what the true reasons for what they did, he hands her a piece of paper with his writing on it stating that tensions between the two countries have been risen.

AYA SILVERMAN: What does this mean?  What are you trying to tell me?

DANIEL STORM: The Russians are blaming the United States for the assassination attempt of their president, and stating that they will put their forces on high alert in the Balkan region.  This is why your family was pulled out of the area undetected.  An assassination attempt of a president, of any country, is considered an act of war and this could lead out two nations on the brink.

AYA SILVERMAN: So our two countries will go to war because of what I did?  You getting caught and I getting wounded in the process to save your American ass!

DANIEL STORM: To break it down to you in a quick summary of what is going on, is that some members of the Russian military were operating within the Balkan region to annex the area.  Knowing how much this would put into fear of the people in Eastern Europe, and our allies, not to mention your government would ultimately stash self-defense weapons in the region to fight off anyone trying to come in to remove them.

AYA SILVERMAN: Why not just create chaos in the Balkans instead of going after President Gustavof?

DANIEL STORM: We didn’t want to get into another campaign overseas that we potentially couldn’t get out of without it escalating.  So the idea was to assassinate the president of Russia, who is calling the shots directly, to at least delay the annexation so we could have time to figure out what to do next.

AYA SILVERMAN: Now since we failed to do that, this situation may have escalated anyway to a point of no return.  We will have the entire breath of the Russian military searching us like dogs, with dogs, to capture us and kill us immediately!  What’s the plan now?  Run?

DANIEL STORM: We need to get to Poland, but we need to go through Belarus to meet one of our contacts.  Then once in Poland, we seek asylum and wait for a representative of the United States to get us into the United States where we will be debriefed and released from our mission.

AYA SILVERMAN: What about my family?  Where are they being held right now?

DANIEL STORM: Your family are on their way to the United States, where you will meet them and where you will have the choice of staying to receive citizenship or seeking asylum elsewhere of your families choosing.

AYA SILVERMAN: If we are successful, I may find it in my heart to forgive you!  Until then we need to work together to make sure this plan works and not get caught up our nations affairs any more than what we have already. 

DANIEL STORM: I understand.  We’ll succeed.

[Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania]

As Dawn pulls up into the parking lot at the doctor’s office to see her son, she pauses in the car for a few moments when her thoughts really start to swirl about her future with or without her husband.  She catches herself staring into space through the windshield and realizes that she is there for her son, not her soon to be ex-husband.  Almost immediately after she entered through the doors of the doctor’s office, she meets with her mother in the lobby area, giving each other hugs.  Then once they exchanged personal gestures, her mother escorted her to the back where her son was waiting for the doctor to return.  Dawn saw her son, gave him a hug and rubbed his head in trying to give him some comfort, and letting him that mom is there.  When the doctor returned into the room, he greeted Dawn and gave her the rundown of what her son was suffering from.  Apparently, in the doctor’s notes and results he believed that Dawn’s son was suffering from IBS and a severe case of the stomach flu.  Although hearing this was still somewhat bothersome, she was also relieved to hear that her son is going live.

After the doctor visit, and the medication for Troy was filled, all three of them began to make their way out to the parking lot.  This is where Dawn’s mother felt it was the time to speak to her daughter.

DAWN’S MOTHER: So, have you decided what to do?

DAWN PERRY: I’m assuming you are speaking about Vincent and I?

DAWN’S MOTHER: Yes, of course.

DAWN PERRY: I’m still trying to decide what to do with this.  Mom, I caught him in the bed with another woman, in mid-stroke mind you.  I don’t know who this woman was, nor do I care who she is.  The fact remains that he brought this behavior into our home where things were already teetering on the ledge.  Thank God none of our kids were there to witness it.

DAWN’S MOTHER: Well, some would say it is an easy decision to make based on what you just explained and saw that night.  I can’t say what you should do or what the right thing for you to do.  I just know you need to follow your heart on this one.  Pray to God and see what He says about it.

DAWN PERRY: I’m still waiting for an answer from God.  My heart hurts for what happened and has happened in our marriage, but at the same time I feel bad for him because maybe I could’ve prevented this or could’ve contribute to it.  I don’t know.  I just know the love that was once there is not there and now our kids are going to be caught in the middle of it.  On top of everything else, I have a job interview in Birmingham, Vermont for the court paralegal position.

DAWN’S MOTHER: Do you think you will take the new job if everything lines up correct?

DAWN PERRY: Maybe.  It’s too early to tell what I will do at this point.  I’m basically allowing things to take its course and I’ll decide then.  Things aren’t black and white anymore to me like they used to.

DAWN’S MOTHER: Try not to stress over it too much.  Just let things take its course, just like you said.  Sometimes we won’t always have the answer before we need it.  Do you deed as a mother and as a responsible citizen and things will work out as they should.

DAWN PERRY: Thanks mom.  Hugging each other.  Thank you for bringing Troy to the doctor’s office and taking care of the kids for me. 

DAWN’S MOTHER: No problem dear.  I’ll have your father bring over your other rebels to you later today.  I love you dear.  Take care Troy and feel better.

Dawn and her mother parted ways into their respective cars and left the parking lot in two different directions.  Now, it is time for Dawn to really think about the future and see what will happen next.  Just like her mother told her a few moments ago, sometimes you have to just let things happen and you will then know what your next course of action will be.  Well, we will all see what is going to happen next!

END OF CHAPTER VII

Next Posting (Chapter VIII) – July 15, 2015 @ 18:00hrs.

Leave a comment

Filed under The Green Curtain

THE CRAB DIARIES: PUNCHING A TICKET TO JAIL (Real Life)

REPOST OF CRIME & MYSTERY

Story 8

I think every officer who does this job have cases in the back of their mind that they don’t think about much.  My case for this one is no different to that statement, but I can’t tell you what made me remember this brief case.  This is one of those cases that kind of sticks out because I’ve never had this happen before it happened and haven’t seen it since.  On this particular night I was on patrol on one of our busiest roads cutting through the city, University Boulevard.  I don’t remember, and I don’t think, we had assigned sectors yet, but I tend to hang around on this road looking for people smuggling drugs and/or weapons.  Sometimes I would just get lucky and get something else I wasn’t looking for, but that happens in police work.

While I was sitting on the side of the road, a car came traveling by me at a high rate of speed, and I think the car had equipment issues also.  However, after the car went by me, I pulled out from the shoulder and began to pursue the vehicle.  By the time I caught up to the vehicle, it was approximately one mile away from the time I spotted the car first passing me.  I don’t remember the final speed I was at when I caught up to the car, but I do remember by the time I did pull the driver over it was two people in the car, not just one.  Once I called out the traffic stop, and my final location to the dispatcher, I stepped out of my patrol car and started my approach.  What happened next completely took me by surprise and got me to react very quickly.  As I continued my approach, I probably got to about the “kill zone”, where the space lies between my cruiser and the violator’s vehicle, when I saw the driver punch the passenger dead in the face.

I immediately responded and rushed the rest of the way up to the car and pulled out the driver.  Of course, I immediately placed him under arrest for second degree assault.  By this time my back up responded and helped me contain the scene from getting any worse, which I didn’t think would happen anyway.  After getting the passenger out of the car, I realized that it was a female that he hit in the face.  What words were exchanged between them I don’t know, but while investigating the situation, I found out that the driver, who was the either the husband or boyfriend, was probably cheating on his wife or girlfriend.  She was more up front with her explanation of the situation then he was, but he seemed to be more upset with her then being placed in silver bracelets.  This was something that I had never experienced before, but I quickly squashed the situation before it got worse.

My explanation to the girlfriend or wife, who is now the victim of this situation, was that he was going to jail regardless of how she felt about it.  I certainly expected her to give me some grief about it or her opposition to the disposition of him getting arrested.  She never once gave her opinion of why he should not be arrested and was very cooperative throughout the time I was there.  He was cooperative as well, but tried to give me some attitude, which didn’t carry him very far.  Not much was said on the way to the county jail, and not much was said when we got there.  However, he was released on personal recognizance and don’t know what happened to him after that.  Court for the stop came up weeks or months later, and he didn’t have to serve any more jail time, but was apparently served with a Peace Order from the female.

I can only anticipate that they got a divorce, but that would also be wishful thinking.  You have to be aware of your surroundings, and especially when the police are stopping you for a simple traffic violation.  We are all being watched by either Big Brother or by some self-aware citizen who wants to be on top of things that are happening in our society today.  We didn’t have body cameras at that time, and not all of our cruisers were equipped with vehicle cameras too.  I would’ve like to watch this video of how things played out and my reaction to the situation, which suddenly turned south.  Again, be aware of your surroundings and you never know when and where the police will be, so you don’t have to punch yourself a ticket to jail.

Henry Scott

Leave a comment

Filed under CRIME & MYSTERY

THE CRAB DIARIES: HELL WEEK (Real Life)

STORY 7

Being diagnosed with lupus is one thing, but living with the disease is a whole other situation. I can’t remember the exact time, but it might have been summertime of 2013, however, the one thing that I do remember is that it was definitely summer. Living in the Mid-Atlantic region you are used to dealing with certain weather forecast and cultures, but even with some of the native locals they still complain every chance they get. With this summer in particular, I couldn’t really blame anyone complaining since it was the hottest summer on record, or at least one of the hottest. Unfortunately, this incident took place while I was at work on patrol and I don’t think anyone expected this swift storm, called a “Derecho”, to come through the area and cause mass problems in such a short time. I remember being at work, this particular night I was on the evening shift I believe, and just doing my normal patrols around the city and campus, when suddenly it seemed like we were reliving the scene of the tornado swooping through Kansas in the Wizard of Oz.

A very strong wind started to come through the area, causing light poles and power lines to sway very noticeably. Then the rain started to come down very heavy and hard where your windshield wipers, even on the highest setting, wasn’t making visibility good enough to drive comfortably. Suddenly, I started to see objects, which were not heavy enough and not secured to a solid structure, fly through the air, such as construction cones and trash. In driver through this harsh mess of a storm, I made the decision to find a parking lot on campus and just stay there until it passed. Some of us drove around the area with our emergency lights on so we would be visible until we all got to a safe place, which I think was broadcasted over the radio for us to do so. As I sit stationary in one parking lot, near the Children Youth Center, one of the construction cones hit the passenger side of the cruiser and continued across the windshield through the parking lot. In complete amazement, I continued to sit there watching the storm all around me as I felt the cruiser shake and rock a little bit.

As suddenly as it started, the storm ended and everything was calm once again. However, it wouldn’t be without consequences that the storm left behind in such a short time. The quickest and strongest storm I ever been through, as far as I can remember at this point, caused numerous power outages throughout the D.C. area, including my apartment complex. Thankfully, my wife was home at the time when this storm happened, but while the storm was going on she was sound asleep in the bed. In other parts of the county, power lines and telephone poles were knocked down and strewed across roadways, along with trees, and it appeared, the thickest branches of those trees were causing horrible travel conditions. I can’t remember if any cars in the area right off hand were heavily damaged, but if none were, then that was truly a blessing. Normal patrols, I believe, were suspended as we had to drive around the city and campus assessing damages and what areas need our attention immediately.

With the damages that was done during this Derecho, most people were out of power for at least three days to a week, or maybe even longer. Our apartment complex was out of power for at least a week, and that sucked royally for so many reasons. Thank God we didn’t have any family pets with us because it would’ve been a lot worse. During the week of no power, the temperature in the apartment reached over 100 degrees, and every window in our apartment was opened as wide as it could be, but with no wind blowing around for that entire week, which seemed impossible, didn’t help at all. My wife’s lupus anti-bodies began to work overtime, and each passing day and night her condition was getting worse and worse. Her lupus made her body swell, joints extremely sensitive to the touch and constantly sweating with no break it seemed. You would think at night the temperature would be low enough to make it feel cool, but even at night the humidity was high and the temps sitting somewhere in the mid to high 80’s; sometimes in the low 90’s. However, the outside temperature didn’t matter because the sauna inside our apartment was literally killing my wife with her lupus just breading through her body like never before.

It was during this week also that the Marriott Hotel on campus was offering all the university employees, especially the police officers, a break in the daily rate to stay at the hotel for at least one to two days. Watching my wife over on the other couch suffering in this God awful situation, day in and day out, prompted me to check on that deal or we would end up in the hospital if she has to suffer through this one more day. On a Saturday night while at work, I went to the Marriott and spoke to one of the employees there, who told me that at least 75 people are checking out the next day and that he will hold a hotel room for us to have. I was so thankful for his generosity and for the Marriott allowing us to stay there for a night or two to regulate our body temperatures once again. The news excited me that when I told my wife about it, she explained to me that she can make it one more night, but after that the hospital would be our friend once again. Being in a position at first where I couldn’t think of anything to help her ease the pain and suffering, I felt much better knowing that for the entire day Sunday we would be in great shape.

The only positive glimpse we had during the week of no power, is while the power company was working on the busted up transformers and severed power lines, everything came on for at least ten seconds, but then it went out once more until that Sunday night/Monday morning. I was definitely happy to be in a cool and comfortable hotel room after suffering for nearly six days in the intense hot and humid apartment, but I was extremely happy to know that we avoided my wife visiting the hospital, which were apparently working at near max capacity. Our overnight rate at the Marriott turned out to be only $35, which was a tremendous break from the normal rate at that time of $350-$400!!! I got the employee discount rate, and was in good standing with employees there; however, shortly after that or before that Hell Week, our free dinners at the Marriott were stopped suddenly. Most of us have suspicions on why that is and can probably point fingers at certain people for jacking that privilege up!! My wife and I lived through that week without getting pissed off at each other and without arguing. At that point in our lives, and through that situation, being good towards each other was our most important goal, and it worked.

We were not going to spend our week, or days, in the hospital once more because the lupus disease decided to kick in high gear! Everyone who lived through it lost tons of money in generator gas and the supplies of food in the refrigerators. When you buy bags and bags of ice, which we had a very hard time finding some, seriously, and you poor them in the bathtub to keep food fresh and cold and the ice melts within a matter of a couple of hours, sometimes minutes, you know that inside your dwelling the temperatures are just brutal. I hope to never experience anything like that ever again in my life, but if it does happen again in our lifetime, my wife and I will be much better prepared; we hope lol!! After that week passed, some homes and businesses still had no power, but majority of the area was able to go on with their lives and look back into history to remember where they were when this quick, but devastating storm struck. I don’t want this to sound like it was hurricane force winds and trees and telephone poles coming out of the ground, which some did, but it was bad enough to cause millions of dollars in damages throughout the area.

Once again this storm exposed the vulnerability of our infrastructure in this country, and that things need to be replaced, repaired and rebuilt as soon as possible. This storm also, once again, sparked up the debate that power lines and telephone lines throughout the D.C. area should be placed underground and out of harm’s way. Knowing the area, this will take another twenty years, three more devastating storms and cost serious more millions of dollars in damages and hundreds of lives before they expedite the fixes. Time will tell!!

Henry Scott

Leave a comment

Filed under CRIME & MYSTERY