Date: Fri, 22 Jun 2007 21:19:51 -0700 (PDT)
From: resq merman <merman_resq@yahoo.com>
Subject: Responders chapter fourteen

Disclaimer: The following story is a work of fiction.
Certain characters are based loosely on people known
to the author, other similarities to actual persons,
places, and events are purely coincidental. This story
also includes graphic homosexual acts, some by minors.
If this material offends you or is illegal in your
area please stop now. The name Aquatic Rescue Response
has been used with permission of Aquatic Rescue
Response of Maine. Thank you.


Chapter Fourteen: A Plan Is Hatched


Kevin sat in his cell waiting for his turn to be
interrogated. He had heard the corrections officers
come for and bring back Nick Stevens, now the
detectives had Dan. The three men were being kept in
separate holding cells; for safety, and so it would be
more difficult for them to communicate with each
other. Kevin heard the door lock buzz and the door at
the end of the cell block opened up. First through the
opening was one of the COs, then Dan Castleberry, then
another CO. Kevin watched as Dan was lead into his own
cell. Knowing they were coming for him next, Kevin
stood and placed his hands on the yellow handprints
painted on the wall, something he had done many times
in his 32 years. Latches clicked and clunked as Dan
was unshackled and locked back in his cell, Kevin's
cell was opened next.

Ok, Mr. Morse, please don't try anything. Lower your
left hand.

Cl-cl-cl-click!

Now your right hand.

Cl-cl-cl-click!

Kevin's hands were now secured behind him. The two COs
guided him out of the cell, off the block, and into
the interrogation room. The younger CO sat Kevin at
one end of the table, unshackled one handcuff and
locked it into a ring mounted to the table; the COs
then left the room. Opposite Kevin sat Dennis, another
detective, and an older man in a rumpled suit who
looked like a lawyer.

Good afternoon, my name is Detective Delia Towne, and
I'm sure you've met Lieutenant Dennis James, and this
is Archibald Nott, he's one of the public defenders.
Ok, your name, for the record, is Kevin Roy
Morse...ah...junior, is this correct?

Maybe it is, maybe it isn't.

You should answer the question, Mr. Morse.

Thank-you for the advice, Archie. Mr. Morse?

Yeah, my name is Kevin Roy Morse junior. Big deal,
you've got nothing on me.

Dennis smiled, and passed a sheet of paper from a
stack he had to Archie, who looked grimly at it.

Actually, Kevin, may I call you Kevin? You've created
quite a stir this morning: harassment, attempted
assault of a sworn law enforcement officer, and they
have video of you skulking along behind said officer
in the store and parking lot, so that easily adds
stalking to your charges.

That faggot would have deserved it.

Dennis tightened up in his seat, but Delia placed her
hand on his arm.

Mr. Morse, such language offends me, and I'm sure, as
your new lawyer, Archie would advise you to watch what
you say, this is of course, I might remind you, on the
record.

Whatever, you're going to shaft me anyway.

This time when he smiled Dennis passed a sheaf of
papers to Delia. The records tracking tag had Kevin's
name and state correctional ID number on it.

Is this the whole record, Dennis?

No, ma'am, that's just the summery and then only the
stuff since 18.

Hum, someone's been busy. Let's see... couple counts
of possession, domestic assault, general assault,
theft, robbery, armed robbery, attempted murder,
manslaughter, vehicular manslaughter, drunk driving,
less then honorable discharge from the US Army for
assaulting an officer, in and out of prisons most of
your adult life. Seems like you enjoy spending time in
jail... Anyway, why don't you tell us what exactly
happened this morning?

Alright, see, I was at the store to pick up a case of
bee... uh, soda, when that fair... when that guy ran
his cart into me.

Kevin, I need to remind you as your lawyer, that
buying alcohol is a violation your probation, and
Delia warned you about your language once, I'm sure
she doesn't want to have to warn you again. Please,
continue.

Like I was saying...

Sitting through the third telling of the same story
was not Delia, Dennis, or Archie's idea of fun but it
was necessary in order to hear each person's
differences and similarities. When Kevin was done, he
was thanked, the COs were called, and then he was lead
back to his cell.

Delia waited for Archie to gather his things and leave
the room before turning to Dennis.

Well, what do you think?

Geez, Del, it seems pretty clear what happened. I
mean, like, the whole town and surrounding area knows
Brad's gay, so no surprise something like this would
happen eventually. Then again though, none of them
actually touched him...

Yeah, I know. That's what has me kind of iffy on
charges. But then again, with all of their priors a
judge just may throw the book, and the whole book!, at
them if we play our cards right. We'll just have to
see.

Meanwhile...

You guys believe that bitch and the fucking fag lover
cop? Charge us with a-temp-ted assault, we never even
touched that queer!

I know, Kevin, I think we're gonna get fucked over.
What about you Nicky?

Don't fucking call me Nicky, especially not while
we're in jail! I really don't care what happens to us
as long as we get to kick that cock sucker's ass! I'm
gonna beat him until he can't scream anymore and his
momma won't even recognize him!

Keep it down...Nicky...both of you listen up, I've
been thinking.

Kevin laid out his plan for his two hired guns over
the next hour and a half. Then the door at the end of
the cell block opened again. One of the COs poked his
head into the door way and bellowed.

LIGHTS OUT! GET SOME SLEEP!

Then he snapped off the light and slammed the door
shut. Kevin kept quiet until he was sure the CO was
gone away from the door.

Ok, guys, let's get some sleep, we've got work to do
in the morning.






Thank you for reading at least this far. This has is
my first story I have been confident enough of to post
online. Feedback and comments are welcome, however if
you feel the need to flame I will, as the firefighter
I am, assume that you are on fire and take appropriate
action comenserate with my training. Also, I apologize
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