Date: Mon, 23 Oct 2006 21:12:31 +0000
From: Jacob Latson <jacob_latson@hotmail.com>
Subject: Washington Academy20

Disclaimer:

This story will describe the life of Robert David Mathews from his time as a
teenager, through prep school, and into military service.  If stories
involving sex between consenting teenagers, including both straight sex and
gay sex, offends you, go back to the Archives and pick a different story for
your reading pleasure.
There has been minimal research for this story therefore, names, places,
dates are mostly fictitious and similarities to real life are coincidental.
Some companies and organizations mentioned actually exist, but references to
the activities, policies, programs and procedures are fictitious. I was not
a SEAL and have limited knowledge of the force.  I am writing this story
from imagination and a little research, not from personal experience.

My editor, Bill, is a dedicated friend.  His improvements in my writing
style are greatly appreciated.

Correction to information in previous Chapters:
One reader corrected me on my references to Sign Language.  ASL (American
Sign Language) is NOT an international language.  The reader said "I just
think that its basically impossible to learn sign language in a few months.
Most countries have their own signing language.  It is true that those who
are deaf from different countries could eventually make out what the other
person is saying, but not with any ease.  Sign language from different
countries are as different as different languages.  It is true, like in
speaking languages that sometimes some words are similar or taken from the
same root word, but this doesn't mean its the same language.  Another tid
bit, the signing language that is most different from ASL is British Sign
Language.  ASL has its origins from the French Sign language."
I appologize for any confusion that I have created for my readers.
Jacob_latson@hotmail.com

Washington Academy Chapter 20  Football Success and Disaster

When the Thanksgiving Break arrived, the Eagles football team was undefeated
and scheduled to play for the State Championship at the Pontiac Silverdome
early in December.  Robbie was still seeing Dr. George Mathis, the
psychiatrist who had helped him cope with the loss of his parents, and for
the first time in his life, Robbie was enjoying the month of November
without any emotional problems.

All classes were canceled for an entire week, and most of the cadets left
the campus to spend the holiday week with their families.  Drew was taking
Keith home for the long week and had invited Robbie and Tracker to join
them, but the younger cadets had other plans.  David and Marie Mathews were
taking a 10-day Caribbean cruise, and Robbie was flying to Kansas City,
Missouri to spend the vacation with Tracker Whitestone and his family.  For
David and Marie, it was the first vacation that they had taken without
Robbie, and Marie was still concerned that her nephew might need them.  Her
fears would prove to be correct.

Robbie and Tracker were wearing their dress blue uniforms when they left the
campus to head for the Traverse City Airport.  They were both excited about
going to Kansas City to spend time with Tracker's family and friends.  They
had changed their flight plans to arrive a day early to surprise the
Whitestone family, but had kept their plans a secret.  They had to change
planes in Chicago, but didn't expect any problems.

An early snowstorm had hit the Midwest, another major storm was headed into
the Northwest states, and flights out of O'Hare Airport were being delayed
or canceled.  Robbie and Tracker went to the Southwest ticket counter to
check in for their flight into Kansas City, and waited in the ticket line.
The ticket agent looked at the two handsome young men wearing the Academy
uniforms, and gave them their seat assignments.  While they were leaving the
ticket counter with their tickets, they saw two Navy SEALs waiting to talk
to the ticket agent.  Robbie was impressed with the two sailors in their
Navy blue uniforms with the distinctive SEAL insignias, and dreamed of the
day that he would wear a similar uniform.  He wanted to talk to the two
sailors, but was embarrassed and decided to just look at them and listen to
what they said to the ticket agent.

"We're trying to get to Washington State", the first SEAL said to the ticket
agent.  "We've been traveling for two days and only have five days left on
our passes.  If there's any way that you can get us on flights to connect to
Seattle, we'd really appreciate it."

The ticket agent recognized that the two men were in the Navy, and tried to
find a way to get them home in time.  She was determined to do everything
she could when she learned that the younger looking man's wife was pregnant
and due to deliver her first baby at any time.  "The weather's really bad in
Washington, and the airports might have to close," Karen Jackson, the ticket
agent, told the two sailors.  "If we can get you on Flight 287 to Kansas
City, I can get you on a flight to Los Angeles and then to Seattle.  Flight
287 is booked solid, but I can put you on standby.  I'll do everything I can
to get you home in time for the birth of your child.  We already have five
people on standby for that flight."

The two Navy SEALs were very polite, and thanked the ticket agent for her
efforts.  Robbie and Tracker were impressed by the manners of the two
sailors, and talked about how they might be able to help them.

Karen Jackson was trying to accommodate all of the travelers, and knew that
people were already upset about delayed and canceled flights.  She was
tested to the limit when a man who was obviously drunk pushed his way to the
front of her line.

"I demand that you get me on Flight 287 to Kansas City and then on Flight
892 to Los Angeles!" William Walker yelled at the ticket agent.  "I have a
critical meeting tomorrow morning that I ABSOLUTELY must attend!  My company
will go out of business if I don't make it to Los Angeles for that meeting,
and over 300 people will lose their jobs!  Don't give me any of your
bullshit!  Get me on that flight or I'll sue Southwest Airlines."

Karen Jackson was accustomed to demanding customers, but she knew that
William Walker had missed his earlier flight because he was in the airport
bar, and had been more interested in drinking than watching the airport
monitors or watching the clock.

"Mr. Walker, you're already on the standby list for Flight 287, and we'll do
whatever we can to get you to Los Angeles on time for your meeting," Karen
Jackson said.  "When we start boarding Flight 287, we'll know if we have any
seats available.  It's unfortunate that you didn't board your scheduled
flight, but we'll try to accommodate your desires.  Please take a seat and
we'll make an announcement if any seats are available."

Robbie and Tracker listened to the drunken man and were appalled.  He was
staggering around and cursing at everyone in the waiting area.  The man
grabbed his cell phone and was standing near the two cadets when he made a
phone call.

"I'll be in Los Angeles tonight," William Walker said.  "I bitched at the
ticket agent and threatened to sue Southwest if she doesn't get me on a
flight to Kansas City and then to Los Angeles.  I'll be there in time for
our golf date and then we can screw those bimbos from the escort service!"

"That bastard!" Robbie said to Tracker after he heard what the drunk had
said on his cell phone.  "He lied to the ticket agent, and those two Navy
SEALs won't get home if we don't do something!"  He pulled Tracker aside and
explained what he wanted to do.  He and Tracker weren't expected in Kansas
City until the next day, and he had a plan.

After Tracker agreed with Robbie's plan, the two young men went up to the
ticket agent.

"Excuse me," Robbie began when Karen Jackson's line was gone.  "We heard
what those two Navy SEALs said to you, and we'll give up our seats and take
a later flight if you give our seats to the two Navy guys.  Can you do it?"

William Walker and the two Navy SEALs heard what Robbie was saying, and
things happened quickly.

"That's a wonderful thing for you to do!" Karen Jackson said to Robbie and
Tracker.  "I think we can make an exception to our policy so we can take
care of our military people!  Can I please have your tickets?"

When Robbie was handing his ticket to Karen Jackson, William Walker
staggered up to the desk and tried to grab the ticket.

"FUCK THOSE NAVY BASTARDS!" William Walker shouted.  "I'LL TAKE THAT
TICKET!"

The two Navy SEALs were ready to take action, but they weren't fast enough.
Robbie refused to let go of his ticket, and ducked when William Walker threw
a sloppy punch at his face.  With a series of defensive maneuvers and blows,
Robbie knocked the drunk against the wall and then out cold on the floor of
the Waiting Area.

The waiting area erupted with cheers from the waiting passengers who had
witnessed the drunken attack and how Robbie had nailed the drunk.  Karen
Jackson had called for Airport Security, and was shocked that an adult would
attack a teenager.

Robbie was furious at the drunk, and had to be restrained by Tracker and the
two Navy SEALs from resuming the beating when the man regained
consciousness.

"Where in Hell did you learn to fight like that?" Carl Jenkins, one of the
SEALs asked Robbie.  "We were ready to jump in to protect you, but it looks
like we'll have to protect this drunken jerk instead!"

"Let the jerk up!" Casey Miller, the other SEAL said.  "I dare him to try to
attack this young man again!"

"You guys are from the Washington Academy!" Carl Jenkins said after looking
at the uniforms that Robbie and Tracker were wearing.  "One of our former
SEAL trainers works there!  Do you guys know Derrick Harmon?"

"DO WE?!!!  Mr. Harmon is our Martial Arts Trainer and coaches football and
basketball!" Tracker said excitedly to the two Navy SEALs.  "Please give me
your names so I can tell him that we met you!  My name's Tracker Whitestone,
and my cadet buddy is Robbie Mathews."

The Airport Security officers rushed into the waiting area, and were
confused about what had happened until Karen Jackson explained the events.
The waiting crowd cheered when William Walker was led away by the security
officers.

"On behalf of Southwest Airlines, I apologize for this terrible
altercation," Karen Jackson announced on the public address system.  "Please
return to your seats in the waiting area until we begin boarding Flight 287
to Kansas City."

"You need to come with us," Jerry Zambroski said to Robbie.  "Karen told us
what happened and the security cameras will have a recording of the events,
but we'll need you to give us a statement.  Are you traveling with an
adult?"

"I'm 17 and traveling with my friend, Tracker who's 16," Robbie replied.
"I'd like to make sure that those two Navy SEALs get our tickets before I go
anywhere."

Carl Jenkins and Casey Miller were thrilled when Karen Jackson told them
that they would have seats on Flight 287.  They thanked Robbie and Tracker
profusely, and wished that there was some way to repay the two cadets for
their generosity.

"I need to get our carry-on bags and then I want to go with Robbie," Tracker
said to the two SEALs.  "My buddy's a lethal weapon when he gets pissed, and
I hope he doesn't kill that drunken ass!"

"Did Derrick Harmon train him to fight like that?" Casey Miller asked
Tracker.  "He was awesome!"

"Have you ever heard of Navy Captain David Mathews?" Tracker asked the two
SEALs.  "He was a SEAL too!"

"Everyone who wears the SEAL insignia knows about Captain Mathews!" Carl
Jenkins replied.  "Derrick Harmon said that Captain Mathews was the best
SEAL ever!"

"My buddy was raised by David Mathews," Tracker said to the two sailors.
"Robbie's David Mathew's nephew, and Robbie's the Martial Arts Champion at
the George Washington Academy!  David Mathews trained him!"

"HOLY CRAP!" Casey Miller exclaimed.  "No wonder your buddy could take a
grown man apart like that!  He's fantastic!"

"I hope you make it home in time for the birth of your baby," Tracker said
to Casey Miller.  "Good luck!"

Tracker shook hands with the two SEALs and ran to catch up with Robbie and
the Security Guards.  He hoped that Robbie wasn't going to be in trouble
that would prevent them from going to Kansas City to visit his family.

"Park your ass in that chair!" Jim Taggert, one of the Security Officers,
ordered the obvious drunk.  "We've called the Chicago Police, and you'll be
charged with Public Intoxication and Assault and Battery on a minor!  Read
him his rights!"

Robbie was still pissed at the drunk, and was pacing back and forth in the
conference room.  He wished that Tracker was with him, and asked if his
buddy could come into the room.

"I'm gonna sue Southwest Airlines and all of you!" William Walker yelled.
"Those fucking sailors can go to Hell!  Anyone stupid enough to join the
military is a worthless piece of shit!  No one joins the military unless
they can't get a REAL job!"

"If you say another nasty word about any member of the Armed Forces of the
United States, I'll kick your ass!" Robbie threatened.

The four Security Officers were all former Marines, and were furious at the
comments of the drunk.  They wanted to kick his ass, but they knew that the
security cameras would capture any activity in the Security Office.

"SHUT YOUR FUCKING MOUTH!" William Walker screamed.  He jumped up and took a
swing at Robbie.  It was the biggest mistake of his life!

Robbie was furious!  He blocked the sloppy punch and knocked William Walker
against the wall.  Before the Security guards could intervene, Robbie made a
perfect spin move and kicked William Walker in the face.  The drunk crashed
against the wall and fell to the floor, unconscious.  He wanted to go after
the drunk and kill him, but the four Security guards jumped into action!

"HOLY SHIT!" Tom Scott exclaimed.  "CALM DOWN!"

Tracker ran into the room and grabbed Robbie to help keep his buddy from
killing the nasty drunk.  He screamed at Robbie to back down, and was
terrified that Robbie would kill the man.

"DON'T DO IT, ROBBIE!" Tracker screamed.  "HE'S NOT WORTH IT!  USE YOUR MIND
CONTROL, AND CALM THE FUCK DOWN!"

Robbie was like a coiled spring, and fought to get control of his anger.  He
still couldn't believe that anyone would make such nasty comments about
military people, and was ready to kill.  He finally calmed down after
Tracker hugged him and pushed him into the next room.

The Chicago Police had just entered the Security Office, and were shocked to
see the overturned furniture and the unconscious man on the floor.  They
quickly learned that the man had attacked the teenager in the next room for
the second time, and now the man needed an ambulance.

"We've got a real fucking mess on our hands now!" Tom Scott said to his
friend, Bill Carmody.  "When we called you, we never expected him to attack
that boy again.  There were nasty words exchanged, but that drunk initiated
the physical confrontation.  I've never seen a kid take a full-grown man
apart like that!  If his buddy hadn't jumped in, you'd need a body bag to
haul that guy's drunken ass out of here!  Let me tell you what that jerk
said about military people, and you can watch the security videos before you
haul him out of here!"

"All of us are former Marines" Larry Maxson said to Robbie and Tracker.  "We
were honorably discharged before we joined the Security Force here at the
airport.  That jerk pissed us all off with his rotten comments, but we
couldn't kick his ass without losing our jobs!  You did us a BIG favor, and
we'll take care of the details with the Chicago Police.  Bill Carmody is one
of the Chicago Police officers, and he's a former Army Ranger and close
friend of Tom Scott and mine.  Our Captain's coming here to oversee the
legal issues, but I want to thank you for doing what we all wanted to do!
You're a real ass kicker!"

"Am I in trouble?" Robbie asked when he had calmed down.  "My uncle will be
pissed at me for losing control.  I'm sorry for nailing him, but I couldn't
listen to him degrading men who are serving our country!"

"Your uncle must be a really special guy!" Larry Maxson said to Robbie.  "Is
he the one who trained you?  All of us are impressed with your Martial Arts
skills!"

"His uncle was a Navy SEAL," Tracker offered.

"I bet you know that there is a strong rivalry between Marines and SEALs,"
Larry said.  "Both Corps are part of the Navy, but we seem to get in a lot
of disagreements over which branch is the best.  Just know that you
impressed all of us, and I've already talked to our legal representative to
give you advice.  Bill will take you to the Chicago Police Precinct, and
Walter Thomas said he knows a lawyer who graduated from the George
Washington Academy.  Walt already contacted his buddy, so you'll have a lot
of support when they take your statement."

"Thanks a lot for your help," Robbie said.  "I hope that no one calls my
aunt and uncle.  They're on a Caribbean cruise, and I sure don't want to
screw up their vacation."

Robbie and Tracker were taken to the Chicago Police Station where they met
Walter Thomas, the legal representative for O'Hare Airport.  Soon after they
met Mr. Thomas, another man came into the Booking Room.

"My name's Jim Pearce, and I happen to be a lawyer and personal friend of
Barry Howell," Jim Pearce said to Robbie and Tracker.  "Do you guys know Mr.
Howell?"

"I sure do!" Robbie said.  "I was in BIG trouble last year, and Mr. Howell
saved my butt!"

"Those uniforms look great on you two young men!" Jim Pearce said.  "Look, I
still wear my class ring!  Class of 1972!"

Robbie and Tracker were surprised to see that Mr. Pearce was an alumna of
the George Washington Academy, and were relieved that he was at the police
station.

"I need to talk to Robert Mathews alone," Jim Pearce said.  "If Mr. Mathews
interviews me and pays me a retainer, I can represent him during any
questioning."

Robbie was concerned that the lawyer would want a lot of money to be his
legal representative.  He knew that he had about $100 in his billfold, and
also had his American Express card, but he knew that lawyers charged a lot
of money.

"I think I can help you get through this mess and back on your way to Kansas
City," Jim Pearce said when he and Robbie were alone.  "To make things
legal, you have to decide if you want to hire and then pay me for my
services.  I charge $400 an hour for most of my clients, but since you're a
cadet at the finest military academy in the nation, my charge will be a
total of one dollar to take care of all of your legal issues.  Are you
interested in retaining me?"

"You bet I am!" Robbie said with a big smile.  "I have to admit that I was
scared of what you might charge me, but I know I need advice so I don't
screw up.  Please don't let anyone try to contact my aunt and uncle.
They're my legal guardians, but they're on a Caribbean cruise for the first
time since I started living with them.  I don't want their vacation screwed
up!"

Jim Pearce smiled and took the dollar from the handsome cadet.  Just seeing
the two cadets in their uniforms brought back great memories of his days at
the famous academy.

Two hours later, Walter Thomas and Jim Pearce drove Robbie and Tracker back
to O'Hare Airport.  The two lawyers took the teens to the VIP Lounge for
supper and conversation before the flight to Kansas City.

"I've never been in a VIP Lounge!" Robbie said excitedly.

"O'Hare Airport and Southwest Airlines are fighting about who can pay for
you guys to have a nice meal," Walter Thomas said.  "You can order anything
that you want, and Jim and I can too!"

"I'll have an ice-cold Budweiser, please," Robbie said to the waitress.
"I'm hungry for a big steak, so please bring red wine with my meal."

The two lawyers and Tracker laughed at what Robbie had ordered.  "I should
have specified that you could order anything that you want that's LEGAL!"
Walter Thomas laughed.

Robbie changed his order to Coca Cola and joined the two men and his buddy
in laughter.  They had a great meal together before it was time to leave for
the boarding gate.  Robbie was relieved that no one had tried to contact his
aunt and uncle, and that Jim Pearce had been so helpful.  He learned that he
might have to return to Chicago in the future to testify in court, but he
and Tracker were free to fly to Kansas City.  Robbie and Tracker thanked the
two lawyers for their help and the fantastic meal and walked to the gate
shown for Flight 292.

A new ticket agent was at the counter near Gate 21, but she had been
expecting the two cadets wearing the blue uniforms.  Karen Jackson had told
all of her co-workers about the handsome cadets, and everyone wanted to meet
them.  Ticket agents and security guards had been watching the videotapes of
the fights between Robbie and William Walker, and they were all awestruck by
Robbie's martial arts skills.

"I've been waiting to meet you guys!" Sue Nyquist said to the handsome
cadets.  Karen told me what happened, and we all watched the videotapes.
You two have first class seats on Flight 292, and we've made arrangements
for a limousine to take you from the airport to wherever you're going in
Kansas City.  All of the ticket agents have been celebrating how those two
sailors are headed to Los Angeles and will make their connecting flight to
Seattle.  It's something we always try to do for anyone in the military, but
your sacrifices made it all possible.  Thanks from everyone connected to
Southwest Airlines and O'Hare Airport!"

It was a short flight from Chicago to Kansas City, but the flight attendants
gave Robbie and Tracker the "Royal" treatment.  When they arrived at the
Kansas City International Airport, they were surprised to see a man standing
in the terminal with a sign that had both of their names displayed.

"Welcome to Kansas City," the man said to the two cadets.  "I have an
electric cart to take you to the baggage area, and then I'll take you to the
limousine service.  You guys are celebrities!"

Hunter Whitestone was shooting baskets with a friend when the stretch
limousine pulled into the driveway of his home.  He was impressed with the
beautiful vehicle and wondered who was inside.  He'd been bragging to his
friend about the visit from his older brother and friend from the George
Washington Academy, but didn't expect the visitors until the next day.

"ROBBIE!!" Hunter screamed when he saw Robbie and Tracker being let out of
the long, white limousine.  He dropped the basketball and ran up to give
Robbie a big hug.

"Hey, I'm your big brother, not him!" Tracker yelled at Hunter.

Hunter loved his older brother, but he was also very attached to Robbie
Mathews.  After hugging Robbie, he hugged Tracker, and then returned to
Robbie for a second hug.  The front door of the home opened, and River and
April Whitestone, Tracker's parents, came out with their daughter, Crystal.
They all ran up to hug the two handsome cadets and wanted to know how they
got to their home a day early.

"You won't believe what happened today!" Tracker said to his family.  "We
had supper in the VIP Lounge at the airport in Chicago, had first class
tickets to fly here, and then got to ride in that limousine!"

"I smell alcohol on your breath!" April Whitestone said to her son.
"Explain yourself, young man!"

Hunter was in heaven.  He was always the one to get in trouble with his
mother, but now Tracker was going to feel the wrath of April and River
Whitestone.  "You're busted!" Hunter teased Tracker.  "I love it!"

"It's my fault," Robbie admitted.  "That was the first time I can remember
riding in a limousine, and I found some small bottles of champagne in the
cooler.  It was too big of a temptation, and I opened one of the bottles and
we drank it."

"After you hear what happened in Chicago, you'll understand," Tracker
offered.  "Please let us explain before you ground us!"

River Whitestone was shocked when he listened to the story about what
happened at O'Hare Airport in Chicago.  He convinced his wife to let Robbie
and Tracker slide on the champagne drinking and wondered if he should call
the Academy to report the incident.  He didn't know at the time that even
more terrible events would happen before the week was over.

"Will you sleep in my room?" Hunter asked Robbie.  "I want you to teach me
Karate so I can kick Tracker's ass!"

"I'll always be able to kick your butt!" Tracker said while tackling his
younger brother.  The two brothers had always "roughhoused" together, but
their parents knew that they would never hurt each other.  They ordered
their sons to break up their physical activity and wanted to hear the story
again before deciding whether to call the Academy or not.

Robbie didn't want anyone at the Academy to know what had happened, but he
remembered that Jim Pearce had said he would talk to Barry Howell.  He
correctly guessed that Mr. Howell would call the Academy to report the
airport altercation, and he hoped that he and Tracker wouldn't get in
trouble when they returned to the campus.

Robbie and Tracker had three enjoyable days in Kansas City with the
Whitestone family.  On the Tuesday before Thanksgiving, things changed for
the worse.  Tracker and River Whitestone left the home to visit their
minister, and Robbie had suggested that he and Hunter go to the nearby park
to play baseball.

Hunter loved the special attention from Robbie, and was thrilled to
introduce Robbie to his friends at the park.  He made sure to tell all of
his friends that Robbie was a Martial Arts expert, had won 2 National Junior
Karate Championships, and was the Martial Arts Champion at the famous
academy where his brother went.  He told his friends that he was going to
Michigan in December to watch Robbie and Tracker play for the State
Championship in football at the Pontiac Silverdome.  All of Hunter's friends
were impressed with Robbie and were jealous of Hunter for being able to
visit the famous military academy.

After playing different types of games at the park, Robbie and Hunter
decided to walk back to the Whitestone home to shower before supper.  Robbie
was carrying the aluminum baseball bat when they walked in front of Mickey's
Party Store.

"I'm thirsty," Robbie said to Hunter.  "How does a Coke slush sound to you?"

Hunter was thrilled to spend time with Robbie, and would do anything to
extend their time alone.  He quickly agreed and followed Robbie into the
store.

Robbie was standing at the self-serve machine where the beverages were
dispensed, and noticed two men walk into the store.  Something about the two
men didn't seem right, mainly because they seemed nervous and were
whispering while he and Hunter filled their cups.  Robbie paid for the two
drinks and realized that the store clerk was a foreigner and could barely
speak English.

The two teens left the store and sat on a retaining wall in front of the
store to enjoy the drinks and talk.  A few minutes later, all hell broke
loose.

A police car screeched to a halt in front of the party store.  A lone
officer jumped out of the cruiser and pulled his pistol out of his holster.
At the same instant, the two men ran out of the store and saw the police
officer.

"GET DOWN!" Robbie screamed at Hunter.  He pushed Hunter down behind the
retaining wall and held him there to keep him safe.

Gunshots rang out, and Robbie saw that one of the robbers had fallen down on
the sidewalk.  He also saw the police officer slump against the side of the
cruiser and fall to the concrete parking lot.  Robbie knew that the police
officer had been shot, and he was terrified.  The first man out of the party
store had run away, but after hearing the gunshots, he ran back and aimed
his pistol at the injured police officer.

Robbie was holding the aluminum baseball bat, and sprang into action.  He
knew that the robber was going to shoot the police officer, and he had to do
something.  The police officer had lost his weapon when he slammed against
the cruiser, and was trying to reach for it when the robber took aim.
Robbie swung the baseball bat up and shattered the arm of the robber.  The
gun in the robber's hand discharged, narrowly missing Robbie's hand and arm.
  With a continuous motion, Robbie spun around and swung the bat as hard as
he could.  The aluminum bat hit the attacker in the face with a sickening
crunch of splintering bones and crushing flesh.  The impact of the baseball
bat threw the attacker against the brick wall, and then two more gunshots
echoed through the neighborhood.

Robbie was terrified that someone else was shooting and that Hunter could be
hurt.  He looked up and saw the store clerk standing at the door of the
party store, holding a pistol.  The store clerk looked terrified, and then
grabbed his chest before collapsing to the concrete.

Robbie quickly saw that the robber's chest was ripped open before he slumped
to the ground.  He grabbed the pistol that the robber had dropped, and held
Hunter down behind the retaining wall.  When he didn't hear any more
gunshots, he turned to Hunter and yelled, "GO GET HELP!!"

Hunter was terrified and ran away from the store to get his parents.

Robbie was standing in front of the store when three police cars screeched
into the parking lot.

"DROP THE GUN AND PUT YOUR HANDS ON YOUR HEAD!!" one of the police officers
ordered Robbie.  GET DOWN ON THE GROUND!!"

Robbie obeyed the orders of the police officers, and knew he was in trouble.
  He knew that he had killed the man by hitting him with the baseball bat,
and tried to stay conscious.  His head was spinning, and he felt the police
officers pulling his arms behind his back and putting handcuffs on him.

"I KILLED HIM!" Robbie screamed.  "I KNOW I KILLED HIM!!"

Things happened very fast.  Robbie was shoved into the back of one of the
police cruisers and heard one of the officers reading him his Miranda
Rights.  "You have the right to remain silent.  Anything you say can and
will be used against you in a court of law.  You have the right to an
attorney.  If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be provided to you."

The police officers had responded to a silent alarm from the party store,
and took aggressive action when they saw Robbie standing in front of the
store with a gun in his hand.  They saw their wounded fellow officer, and
believed that Robbie had shot him.

"OFFICER DOWN!" one of the officers screamed into the police radio.  "SHOTS
FIRED!  MICKEY'S PARTY STORE!  WILSHIRE AND SECOND STREET!  PERP IS IN
CUSTODY!  WE NEED PARAMEDICS AND FOUR AMBULANCES!"

Hunter was terrified, and ran home to find his parents.  No one was home,
and he screamed for the neighbors to help him.  People ran out of their
homes to find out what was wrong and tried to calm Hunter down.

Tracker and River Whitestone drove into the driveway and saw Hunter in
hysterics.  They jumped out of the car and ran to find out what was wrong.

"WHERE'S ROBBIE??" Tracker screamed.  "WHAT'S WRONG?"

Hunter was so upset that he couldn't catch his breath to tell his brother
and father what he had witnessed.  Tracker hugged Hunter and joined his
father in trying to calm Hunter down.  When they heard bits and pieces of
what Hunter could finally get out, they shared in his terror.

"ROBBERS!!  ROBBIE!!  SHOT!!" Hunter finally was able to blurt out.

Tracker wanted Robbie to enjoy his visit to Kansas City, but now he feared
that his best friend had been shot and could be dead!  His head spun and he
was afraid that he would pass out.

It took several minutes for Tracker and River to understand the magnitude of
the events at the party store.  Hunter had wet his pants and was gasping for
air to give the details, but they were still confused and terrified.  They
left Hunter with the neighbors and jumped in their car to go to the party
store.  When they got near the store, police cars blocked the street and
several ambulances were in front of the party store.  Police officers
refused to let them get near the store, and they saw a police cruiser
leaving with Robbie in the back seat.

"THAT'S MY BUDDY!" Tracker screamed at the police officer.

"WHERE ARE YOU TAKING THAT BOY?" River Whitestone demanded of the police
officer.

"YOUR FUCKING BUDDY SHOT A POLICE OFFICER!" the irate cop said to Tracker.
"WE'RE HAULING HIS ASS TO THE 14TH PRECINCT FOR BOOKING!!"

River knew that there was no use in arguing with the police officer, and had
all he could do to drag Tracker away from the scene.  "Let's go to the
precinct to find out what really happened!" he said to his son.  "You and I
both know that Robbie would NEVER shoot a cop!"

The vacation in Kansas City had turned to disaster for Robbie and Tracker!!