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JUSTICE FOR ALL revolves around just a few people.
Cole Taylor and Aaron Johnson accidently become the original Robin Hood when circumstances dictate a decisive course of action or inaction. The choice is made and Robin Hood is reborn in Utah.
David Rizzo, a Salt Lake City police detective who watches Robin Hood evolve and nurtures their development.
Rick Lopez, an illegal alien from Mexico working undercover for Rizzo.
Frank Cook, a TV reporter who recognizes what the Robin Hood phenomenon truly represents and rides it to the very top of his profession.
The setting is at a future time frame not too many years from now.
There are three beginnings for the story. I will try to avoid confusion by presenting ”Beginning b” and “c” at the end.
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JUSTICE FOR ALL
Vigilantes
The Lear Jet, owned by Midas Air, was cruising at about 500 miles per hour. The 2 pilots had been dispatched to pick up 2 men, Cole Taylor and Aaron Johnson, at the Millionaire terminal in
“This is the only way to travel,” said Aaron.
“You’ve got that right,” answered Cole.
“Did Rizzo tell you why we needed to get to
“He mentioned we had an interview with a TV Newscaster, but I really don’t understand what’s going on. It should be interesting,” said Cole.
“This interview isn’t going to show our faces, is it?
“I’m sure they’ll screen our faces.”
“I sure hope so. Does it seem a little strange that we’re here, in a Lear Jet, going to meet one of the top newscasters in
Cole replied, “Every morning I have to pinch myself to see if I’m dreaming or if all this is really real. The first couple of times we snuffed out some bad guys, it seemed like it was a dream, and with what has happened lately; it’s like a James Bond movie we’re James Bond!”
“What are we going to tell the newscaster?”
“Rizzo told us to be ready for his questions, but didn’t tell us what they would be. I’m guessing he will ask about how we became Robin Hood and maybe something about our favorite experiences of killing criminals. That sounds weird, our favorite experience of killing someone.”
Aaron cautioned, “We will need to be extra careful talking about what we’ve done. If we give out too many details the FBI or some bad guys could find out who we are. Do you think this interview will be on nationwide TV?”
“Yes, I don’t know why Rizzo thinks this is the time, place, and method; but we’re committed to follow his lead. We started killed bad people by accident, in fact, if you remember, the first time we didn’t actually kill anybody. That cougar killed Jan’s ex-husband, but we knew we would be blamed so we covered up the fact that we were there when the scum bag died. The assassination that I’m most proud of is one of the first ones, remember the little blond girl that had been snatched by the pedophile?”
“Who could ever forget the interview on TV with that cute little girl? The little girls’ parents and the reporter were all crying!”
------FLASHBACK------
Billy Ray Thornley
Cole got in his truck and drove by Billy Ray’s house. The target was sitting in the front yard with a beer in his hand watching the young school kids walk by. Cole drove down the street and parked. He watched Billy Ray through the passenger side mirror. It was a hot summer day and Billy Ray was sitting in a lawn chair under a tree in his front yard, he was totally focused on the kids. He was talking to them and seemed to be asking them to come into his yard for something. It was probably a promise of some kind of treat or something. There was a grocery sack on the ground beside him on the ground. The main group of kids had all passed his house. A little girl with long blonde hair, who was probably 7 or 8 years old, was skipping down the sidewalk by herself. All of the other kids were out of sight somewhere in the next block. Billy Ray walked over beside the fence, he offered the girl something, she reached out to get it and Billy Ray grabbed her arm, with his other hand he covered her mouth, scooped her up, and quickly rushed back into the house. Cole was sickened at what he had just witnessed. ‘No time like the present’, he said as he put on his gloves, started the truck, and did a screeching U-turn and pulled up beside Billy Ray’s house. He took his tire iron from under the seat, jumped the dirty white picket fence, and rushed to the house. He tried the front door, it was unlocked. He stepped inside and saw Billy Ray sitting on the couch holding the little girl with one hand over her mouth while he was trying to get her clothes off with the other hand. He was holding the girl’s legs tight between his legs. The little girl was frantic. When Billy Ray saw Cole he stopped and menacingly said, “Get out of my house!” Cole didn’t respond, instead he walked up to the pedophile. Billy Ray glared up at Cole but his hands were full with the little girl and he made no move to protect himself as Cole hit him across the forehead as hard as he could. Billy Ray collapsed with blood gushing out his nose and the gash. The little girl was knocked to the floor and sat there crying and looking at Billy Ray and then up at Cole.
Cole dropped to one knee and said, “It’s alright, you can go home now.” She sniffed, stopped crying, stood up with Cole’s help and said, “Ok.” There was some of Billy Ray’s blood on her dress, hands and legs.
Cole looked at Billy Ray, he looked like he was in pretty bad shape, the blood was coming out of the gash in his head, but at a reducing rate. Cole could see a little squirt of blood every time his heart pumped. Cole figured that he would be dead in a matter of seconds. He walked to the front door with the little girl, opened the door and walked her to the front gate. The little girl started down the sidewalk and turned around toward him. Cole waved at her and smiled. She smiled back, turned and stared skipping down the sidewalk. ‘I think that she’ll be ok, but I have to get out of here. She’s young enough that her description of me and my truck will hopefully be skimpy at best.’ He looked around and there was nobody else in sight. He jumped in his truck and returned to the office.
------PRESENT------
“I get tears in my eyes every time I think about that little girl,” reminisced Cole. “Do you remember Oboma the terrorist.
------FLASHBACK------
OBOMA
Cole drove past the convenience store and noticed that Oboma was behind the counter and staring back at him as he drove slowly by. The look sent a chill down his spine as he pulled on down the street and parked. He settled down to watch out the rear window through the binoculars. After about an hour, two men, of the many coming and going, walked down the street toward him. As they got closer to the motor home, he recognized one of them as Oboma.
‘This may be easier than I thought’. The doors all locked automatically so Cole walked to the front door and unlocked it. He picked up a 9 MM pistol, the silencer was already attached, chambered a bullet, and flipped the safety off. He stepped back away from the door and waited. Through the one-way windows he saw one man step to the front of the motor home and look around. Oboma stepped up to the door and tried the latch. When it opened, he looked at the other man. The man at the front of the motor home looked around and nodded, Oboma quickly stepped inside with a wicked looking knife in his hand. The door swung shut banging against the frame. Oboma glanced at the banging door as Cole, standing in the hallway, put a bullet in his chest. The 9 MM bullet threw Oboma against the wall.
‘Damn, I hope I can get somebody to clean up the blood’, thought Cole. The other man heard the noise from inside and assumed that Oboma had stabbed whoever was in the motor home. He walked back to the door, looking all around, grabbed the handle mounted beside the door and jumped inside. Cole didn’t give him time to react to the body on the floor. A shot to his chest sent him flying on top of Oboma. Cole quickly shut the door and looked back toward the store. The steady stream of people were still entering and exiting the store oblivious to the drama up the street. It didn’t appear that anyone had noticed what had happened. These people coming and going were acting out a script designed to allow Oboma to leave at any time he wanted. They were probably part time actors and full time terrorists.
Cole dropped into the chair behind the driving wheel and pulled the “Tank” into traffic. ‘Where do I get rid of these guys,’ he thought? He pulled around the block looking for a big bush or tree that was close to the street.
‘There it is’, he thought as he pulled up against a huge lilac bush that stuck out toward the street. It had been trimmed so that it didn’t stick out into the street, but provided a thick canopy of branches and leaves and an opening underneath. He opened the door and rolled the two ex-terrorists out and under the bush. They were both dripping blood. They had made a huge mess in the “Tank.” Luckily the floors were all covered with laminate. It should be easy to clean.
------THE PRESENT------
Aaron remarked, “That was the fist time one of our targets came after us. The whole terrorists attitude thing makes me hope we get a chance to take some more of them out. Do you remember the first time we used the poison? I was able to get 2 people from Rizzo’s list at the same time.”
------FLASHBACK------
RHONDA ROBERTSON
Aaron would follow Ms. Robertson and enroll in the exercise facility where she went daily. Ms. Robertson was pulling out of her estate as Aaron drove down the street. He backed off and followed at a discreet distance. He thought that he knew where she was going, but he kept her in sight just in case. Her driver pulled up in front of USA Fitness, jumped out of the car and opened the rear door for Ms. Robertson. She got out and went inside. The driver pulled the car into the parking lot facing the front door and sat there with the motor running. Aaron had pulled into the parking lot as Ms. Robertson was getting out of the car. He got out and went into the building. He could feel the eyes of the body guard/driver on his back as he opened the door. Inside he got his first good look at Ms. Robertson. She was checking in at the front desk. She was a middle aged woman and even at her age of maybe 50 years old, she was a knockout. She looked Aaron up and down and gave him the “I’m available” look. Aaron turned away and told the attendant that he was looking for a place to exercise and to get back in shape. Ms. Robertson laughed and said in a sultry voice, “you look to me like you’re in pretty good shape already.”
Aaron turned and looked at her again and trying not to think about the fact that she was old enough to be his mother, winked and said, “You’re the one that doesn’t look like you need any exercise.”
“We need all kinds of exercise,” she purred.
Just then the door opened and a young Arnold Schwarzenegger clone stepped in and said, “I’m ready for you Rhonda.”
“Maybe we can get together sometime,” she whispered to Aaron as she brushed beside him pressing her breast against his arm. Ms. Robertson followed the clone through the door. Aaron looked at the young attendant, smiled and said, “What’s that about?”
The attendant, her name badge said Jill, laughed, “She’s had at least 5 husbands and is currently looking for the next one. We call her Elvira. You may not be qualified for her. You need to be rich and in bad health.”
“Well, I think I fail the test on both counts. Is she always …. Like that?”
“Every time I’ve seen her meet a man in here, it’s the same. It’s almost like she practices her lines, her body movements, and her closing line as she rubs her breast against the targets’ arm”, she said as they both laughed.
“Does she come here every day?”
“Just about every day during the week she comes in at 10:00 AM and leaves at 1:30 PM. Her car will pull up in front at exactly 10:00 AM. She’ll come in and check for any male prospects. About the only time she misses is if she has to go have a little more nip and tuck at the plastic surgeons. If you fit her qualifications, you could probably go home with her.”
“No thanks, I’m happily married so I’m not applying. Is it possible to learn where she will be so I can try to avoid her?”
“I don’t know exactly what she does in the exercise rooms, but she reserves a suntan booth for 11 and then she uses the sauna from 11:30 till 11:45 AM. After that it’s a shower and make up. “We laugh about her daily schedule. She needs an hour and 45 minutes to shower and prepare her face for the hunt.”
“The hunt?”
“The hunt for the next husband.”
“I’m going to be coming in at about the same time for awhile. I’ll try to avoid her,” said Aaron. “Anything else I need to know?’
“We supply bottles of water, just help yourself from the cooler.” Just then an executive type came in the front door, looked at both Aaron and Jill like they were something that had crawled out from under a rock, ran his card under the sensor, and without speaking went into the locker area as the door clicked open.
Aaron looked at Jill, “maybe we should hook him up with Elvira.”
At that comment Jill exploded, “Very good, in fact they were seeing a lot of each other for awhile, but it seems their romance has cooled off. He’s an arrogant prick, his name’s Poulson, and he builds houses all over the area. I’ve heard that he’s married, but you wouldn’t know it from the way he chases every attractive woman who comes in here. He even hit on me once! I was so surprised I laughed. He was insulted and has ignored me since. ”
“Does he come in here at this time every day as well?”
“He misses some days, but probably 3 out of 5 days during the week he’ll be here at this time.”
Aaron went back to the lockers and then into the rest of the building. He wanted to see the layout of the entire facility. The sauna and suntan room was next to the locker room. He went into the door marked Suntan to see how it was set up. There was a dressing room with an unlocked locker for clothes and a swinging door that locked leading into the actual suntan booth. It was being used at the time. There were some gym shoes on the floor and a bottle of water on the table. The sauna was next to the suntan room and it was set up in a similar fashion. First a small room with lockers, a table with towels, and a door marked SAUNA. There was also the standard warning about temperature and how long to stay inside. He examined every room for cameras and didn’t see any. If there had been cameras in place, he would have to make sure he didn’t appear in a home movie doing anything incriminating. Aaron had just enough time to get up a good sweat and take a shower before time to go meet with Cole. He looked in the main equipment room; Poulson was running on a treadmill. A half full bottle of water was on the floor beside him.
At lunch, Aaron told Cole about following Ms. Robertson to USA Fitness and how Poulson also showed up.
Cole told Aaron, “I wondered where he went. I was in his show room talking to a salesman when he came out of his office and told everyone that he was going to work out.”
Aaron sat looking at his hamburger, “I have an idea. We may be able to kill 2 birds with one stone!”
“I’m listening.”
“What if we could poison one of them and put the blame on the other one?”
“Go on, you have my attention.”
“Ms. Robertson goes into the suntan booth and then into the sauna. Both times her water bottle is outside the room. If I could get a water bottle with Poulson’s fingerprints on it, we could fill it back up with water and some poison from our new case, and substitute if for the real water bottle. She would expire and the police would discover Poulson’s fingerprints all over the bottle. With a little luck he would be convicted. If he got off, we would have to think of something else for him. The front office attendant told me that Poulson and Robertson
had some history but don’t get along now. I would rather try to get both of them at once, but I don’t know if Poulson would give me an opportunity to switch water bottles.”
“I like it!”
“I’ll go in every day until I get a bottle with his fingerprints? It may take a couple of days or weeks. The critical thing is to get a bottle with Paulson’s fingerprints on it.”
Friday lunch, “finally, I got a water bottle with Poulson’s fingerprints. Each day he had his water bottle, but he hangs on to it. One day he threw it into the trash but by the time I could get to it, there were 3 bottles and I couldn’t tell which one was his. Today, he threw it in the trash and left, nobody else was in the room. I went to the trash bucket and carefully grabbed it by the cap and took it to my locker. I wrapped it in a cloth and tried not to wipe or smear the fingerprints. If he and Ms. Robertson are both there Monday, I’ll try to make the switch.”
“Have we decided which poison to use?”
“I figured that because of her age, the heart attack would be best. She appears to be in good physical condition, but I hear about lots of people who are in prime condition having heart attacks or strokes all of the time,” said Aaron.
The weekend passed and Monday morning after a short discussion with Cole, Aaron took his workout clothes and headed for USA Fitness. He had put the amount of poison in the bottle per the instruction book for heart attack. They figured Ms. Robertson would’ve been drinking water during her workout, so he thought that the bottle should be about half full. It should take 15 to 30 minutes after drinking the poison before the victim collapsed. Aaron planned on leaving as soon as he had made the switch. It went like clockwork. Ms. Robertson came in at
Cole and Aaron met for lunch just down the street from USA Fitness. They were eating when an ambulance came roaring by with lights flashing and siren blaring and turned into USA Fitness. The ambulance was followed by a police cruiser. A few minutes later, the ambulance came back, lights off and no siren. There was no hurry since the passenger was dead.
The police investigation classified Ms. Robertson’s death as natural causes until her water bottle was checked for fingerprints. Poulson’s fingerprints were all over it. He was arrested, prosecuted, and convicted of the murder of Ms. Robertson.
------THE PRESENT------
“Rizzo got congratulations that he passed on to us from all over the country on that one,” added Cole. “Of everything we’ve done, I
think the Salt Flats Shootout was the operation that really put steam in
the Robin Hood movement.”
------FLASHBACK------
Salt Flats Shootout
Cole received a call from Mr. X, “there’s a meeting between the Mexicanos and the Soul Power gangs.”
Rizzo called Cole; we need to talk tomorrow night.
At the trail-head the next night, “The two biggest gangs in the
Gang War
“I would expect them to have someone at least watching the freeway off ramp Sunday and maybe Saturday as well. This is open territory so there will be people out there driving around over the weekend. We can drive out there, drop one of us off and come back. The other one can
come back after dark and set up where he can see the off ramp. In both cases we don’t have to shoot them all. One shot and the leader drops, his people and the others will all pull their guns and start shooting. At the off ramp, the same thing will happen. When the shooting stops, we pick off the last men standing. Which position do you want,” asked Cole?
“I think that I would rather ambush the gangs on the off ramp, but I’m willing to take either one.”
“I would rather be out on the salt flats, so that’s settled.”
Cole and Aaron told the girls that they had a business meeting Monday morning, so they would have to leave early Sunday morning. They had discussed options and decided to take the motor home. In the case of a fire fight, the plate armor and bullet proof glass would stop any thing that the gangs would be using. They would drive out on the salt flats and drive exactly 10 miles straight south. They would then drive back 5.9 miles. Cole got out with his rifle, night scope, cream colored blanket, some empty bags, a small shovel and his hunting pack with snack food and water. He moved a few yards to the left of the vehicle tracks and quickly dug down into the salt until he had a fox hole deep enough to be comfortable in. He filled several of the bags to provide a rest for the rifle.
“Ok, take off, come back and get me after the gangs at the exit are taken care of. I’ll start the fight here as soon as they appear to be comfortable. Who ever is finished first will hear the shooting of the other. Good luck and good shooting,” said Cole.
“Good luck to you,” Aaron drove back to the freeway. They didn’t have to worry about making tracks. There were lots of tracks around. Most were partially filled in with the drifting salt crystals. In a few hours, the tracks of the motor home would be partially filled in as well because a steady wind was blowing across the flats. He took the west bound land and drove the 6 miles into
Just before dark, several cars exited and drove south toward Cole. Aaron watched as they drove until they went out of sight. A few minutes after the lights blinked out, they blinked back on as the cars came roaring back to the ramp and headed back to
“What’s your name?”
“Mickel.”
“I was told to shoot you if you weren’t Hispanic and if you gave me the wrong name,” said Aaron as he lowered his pistol. “I’m Aaron. Sit down and make yourself comfortable. There’s a pair of night goggles in the case over there. Put them on and adjust the magnification wheel on the right side, it will give you a close up look at what’s going on. It’ll be nice and clear with green shading. When the shooting starts, the muzzle flashes will probably give you a headache.”
THE MEETING
Jose Garcia and Billy Williams each rode with 5 of their closest people in separate cars south from the freeway for 4 miles. Jose was driving and when the odometer said 4 miles he applied the brakes and left his lights on. Billy’s car pulled up facing Jose’s car and left his lights on as well. Billy told his men to grab the chairs and set them up. Jose did the same. The chairs were set up in the lights of the cars facing each other. 12 chairs were set up, Jose and Billy walked toward each other and stopped when they were close enough to shake hands. They stood there and looked at each other for several minutes. Each wanted the other to make a move of some kind. They were looking into each other eyes. Jose and Billy both decided that enough was enough, time to do something. They both winked at the other and both laughed. They shook hands and sat down. All of the others stood staring at the rival gang members. Jose and Billy both felt at ease. They both believed that this meeting was going to make history. The two biggest gangs in
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Aaron watched for a few minutes through the scope. No one moved. He pulled onto the freeway and started toward the exit. As he pulled off, there were bodies everywhere. None of them were moving. He pulled through them trying to avoid running over any of them. He opened his windows to listen for any shooting coming from the south; he couldn’t hear anything.
As his odometer approached 4 miles, he slowed down. He saw a man standing in the tracks beside the two cars. Thankfully it was Cole. There were bodies lying all around the cars. Cole got in and said, “Nothing better than a good plan. What took you so long? I was done here and could hear shooting for a long time…maybe 2 or 3 minutes!”
Laughing Aaron said, “Cole I would like you to meet Mickel.” Aaron then told him exactly what happened up at the exit ramp. Cole then related what had transpired since he got out of the motor home.
“When you left me, I got down in my fox hole and settled in. I made a chair in the wall of the fox hole and it was almost comfortable. I was thinking that I took the wrong position. You were in a nice climate controlled chair watching the sun go down in beautiful, barren western
Aaron pulled back through the bodies strewn around the clearing between the cars. “I think that I only ran over 1 of those bodies but he probably doesn’t care.”
As they drove down the ramp and onto the freeway, Mickel said, “I don’t believe what I just saw. How could 2 guys take out about 40 heavily armed gang members? Who are you guys?”
“I’m afraid that we can’t tell you who we are. There are some newspaper stories about us, they call us Robin Hood.”
“Robin Hood, you’re kidding! Everybody is talking about you! I’ve read all the reports in the paper and watched the stories on TV when I could. That’s so cool. I can’t believe that Robin Hood is a couple of white guys! I just knew that you had to be Hispanic!”
“It’s true, a lot of what you read in the newspaper is slanted and sometimes complete fiction, but in the case of the stories about Robin Hood, they’re pretty much accurate,” said Aaron.
“It’s our turn to ask you the same question, but before we do, please don’t tell us any names of your police contact. You’re obviously undercover. Anyway, tell us about you and how you got to be here tonight.”
“My police contact gave me a code name to use, so I’ll use it when I get to that point.” Mickel went through his life starting when he and his family came to
It sounds like your police contact is looking out for you. I’m glad you got the word. How did you manage to not be included in the group that was meeting out away from the rest of them?
“When I got the word from Paul to find a way to stay away from the meeting, I tried to get excused from the meeting, Jose got really mad and even though I had been his number 1 for years, he decided that I was a coward and he didn’t want me to be in the Elite circle that was going to make history as they met with the 6 from the other gang. The rest of the gang all picked up the idea and wouldn’t talk to me or even look at me. When I went to take a leak and snuck down under the overpass, I don’t think anybody missed me at all. In their minds, I was already dead. They figured that Jose would find a reason to have me killed. Jose wouldn’t tolerate any cowardice or hesitation when he ordered something to be done. Good thing he got mad at me, or I would be dead.”
“Yep, if you had been in either group when the shooting started, you wouldn’t be sitting here talking to us.”
“I just can’t believe it. I’m sitting and talking to Robin Hood. It would be so cool if I could tell somebody.” He hesitated and added, “You
know, all of my friends were members of the gang. The only people left who I considered friends other than “Paul” are my family. I wonder what “Paul” has planned for me now.”
“I would guess this would be a perfect time to become a legal American and go to college and get an education. Going to school somewhere a long way from here would be a good idea I would think,” said Cole.
------THE PRESENT------
“That was a close one. Mickel nearly died that night. After the Salt Flats Shootout Robin Hood copy cats popped up everywhere. One of the favorite stories from Rizzo was about the two guys on motorcycles.”
------FLASHBACK------
ROBIN HOOD ON A HARLEY-Copycat #32
Sara Billingsly was on her way from her home town of
The rest area appeared to be almost empty. The only vehicle was an old beat-up pickup truck parked at the end of the parking area where some people park for a nap. The traffic on the freeway gave her a feeling of safety, although it was a little spooky to be here with no other people around. The buildings, a standard rest area bathroom with HIS and HERS on opposite sides and a Kiosk that told about the history of the area. A feeling of foreboding struck her as she walked toward the bathroom. ‘Little girl from
She pushed the door inward and stepped into the dimly lit room, her
eyes adjusting to the reduced light inside. The mirror was a piece of polished aluminum that wasn’t really a mirror at all. A movement caught her eye. ‘There was someone already in here!’ A rough hand covered her mouth before she could scream. Another person moved toward her. She thought to herself, ‘I should have paid attention to the bad feeling that I had when I started toward this building! Now I’m going to be raped, beaten and maybe killed, and I was having such a good day!’
Sara had always wondered how a person would cope with being forcibly taken by someone. Now she knew the feeling of utter helplessness, as she heard them talking about what they were going to do to her.
“Lets take her clothes off in here and do her, then we can take her out and bury her, me first”.
“No it’s my turn to be first!” The sound of motorcycles, pulling up outside, disturbed their argument.
“Be quiet; hold her still until those motorcycles leave.”
Sara, realizing that this could be her last chance, relaxed to build her strength and then waited for some sound to tell her that the motorcycle riders were in the building. She felt her captors release a fraction of the tension that she was held under. They were probably thinking that she had given up.
“What’s happening out there?”
“I’ll go look.”
“No you retard, if you go out that door, they may see a man coming out of the girls’ bathroom and wonder what’s going on! Now be quiet.”
The sound of footsteps, then the squeaking of a door that needed oiled came to Sara’s consciousness. She arched her back and kicked as hard as she could. She grabbed a finger that was across her mouth with her teeth and bit down as hard as she could. The hand pulled away, just long enough for her to get out a muffled scream.
“She’s a fighter isn’t she?”
“Would you be quiet you idiot, they’ll hear you.”
The sounds of footsteps were coming around the building. Sara felt a feeling of hope. She couldn’t see anything until there was a shaft of light as the door burst open and two big shadows stepped in. The hand on her mouth tightened.
“Our sister needed to go to the bathroom. She’s an epileptic and needs help. I have my hand over her mouth so that she doesn’t disturb anyone.”
“Really, how about removing your hand so that we can hear what she has to say.”
She heard the sound of what she recognized as a pistol being cocked.
The hand slowly moved off of her mouth.
“They’re going to rape and kill me, please help me,” Sara blurted out as quickly as she could. She was then almost deafened by the explosions, as the arms that were holding her released her and she fell to the floor. Something hot and wet was on her face.
“Here, let me help you get up. We’re sorry, but you’re probably going to want to clean yourself up a bit. We’ll take these guys outside and wait for you. Take your time. If you have any questions, before you come out, please just yell, we’ll be able to hear you. Are you ok?”
Sara thought that the two men with black leather jackets, red bandanas on their head, and tattoos all over every exposed bit of skin as the most beautiful thing that she had ever seen. “I think that I’m ok, I’ll just wash up and use the toilet and come out.”
She stood there tying to pull herself together. She turned on the water and washed off the blood from her face and hands. The blood on her clothing was going to have to wait. ‘I’ll get some clothes from the car and change; I hope the blood will come off.’ There were no paper towels so she dried off with toilet paper. It made her feel a little bit guilty using up all of the toilet paper on just drying off. She used the toilet and the last of the toilet paper. She could hear the motorcycle riders talking outside.
‘It was time to go out and visit my rescuers. Am I ready for this?’
The two men were standing beside the concrete trash cans. The plastic lids had been removed and 2 legs and feet were sticking up out of two of them. A trail of blood led from the bathroom door to the trash receptacles.
“How are you doing?”
“I think that I’m alright, how can I thank you?”
“You just did”, said the bigger of the two. He had tears in his eyes.
“Don’t pay any attention to that big baby, he cries when a waitress tells him to have a nice day. You look a little wobbly, maybe you should sit down.”
“I think I’m OK, what now?”
“Well we’ve been talking about that. We’ve been reading all about Robin Hood up around
“Are you for real? Are you really the Robin Hood everyone has been talking about?”
“We’re not the same Robin Hood that has done all those fantastic things, but we figure that the bad guys don’t need to know that. There’s a car pulling in the rest area now, and the 911 people told us that a highway patrol guy should be here in about 5 more minutes, so we’ll be going now.”
Sara, in her meanest voice, said, “don’t you dare leave yet, come here!”
They came over and Sara gave them each a bear hug and a tearful “Thanks again, I can never thank you enough!”
The big guy with tears streaming down his face said, “Now look what you’ve done, I can’t even see, where’s my damn bike?”
“Goodbye, remember us and stay out of empty rest areas.”
Sara went out to her car as a car full of people pulled up. They started to get out, spotted the legs sticking up from the trash receptacle and saw the blood. One of them asked Sara, “are you ok?
“Yeah, I’m fine.”
The doors slammed, the car backed up and sped back to the freeway.
Sara opened her suit case and pulled out some clean clothes. She changed in the bloody bathroom, and was walking back to her car when a highway patrol cruiser pulled up with his lights flashing.
“911 dispatch tells me that there was a problem here.” He had a look on his face that told Sara that he wasn’t sure there was a problem.
“Yeah, 2 guys grabbed me and told me that they were going to rape me and kill me.”
The officer with a smirk on his face said, “and?
“They’re over there.” Sara pointed behind her toward the 2 sets of legs pointed upright. One set was spread into a V.
Sara stepped away from the officer so he could see the legs and watched his face. The smirk faded into a classic look of stupor and then surprise. She wished that she had pulled out her camera, the look was great.
The officer fumbled with his door handle but couldn’t seem to be able to grasp it, he was stuttering something like “just a a a minute, I I need to ask ask you some questions.” Finally he was able to open the door, but forgot to unlock his seat belt. Sara was trying not to laugh out loud, but she couldn’t keep the smile off her face.
“This is serious business young lady.”
“You’re telling me that this is serious business, I’m the one that was nearly raped and killed! I’m just so happy to be alive and well and I just can’t keep the smile off of my face.”
“Did you put those legs in the trash receptacles?”
“Well Duh, do I look strong enough to do that, Robin Hood put them there.”
The officer pulled his shoulder radio over in front of his mouth and spoke into it, “We need an ambulance at rest area #107; there are 2 dead bodies. There’s no hurry. We also need a crime scene team to go over the rest area,” to Sara he said, “Maybe you should start from the beginning.”
Sara told him exactly what had happened up to the description of the motorcycle riders. “They were riding Harley Davidson Motorcycles and they had black leather jackets, but other than that I can’t remember what they looked like.”
“Just about every motorcycle rider in the world wears a black leather jacket. Are you sure that you can’t tell me anymore?”
“Oh yes, there is one other thing, they said to be sure to tell you that ROBIN HOOD RIDES A HARLEY and, “God Bless
“The police encourage anyone who may have witnessed anything about the murder to call their local police office. The police are offering a $10,000 reward for information that leads to the arrest and conviction of the so called Robin Hood.”
------THE PRESENT------
“It’s interesting that the police keep offering a reward for information and the amount keeps getting bigger!”
The pilots announced over the intercom, “Please buckle your seat belts, we’ve just been cleared to land at
Cole looked at Aaron, “I would rather face a cougar or a drug dealer than go to that interview.”
“Me too.”
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