In Sharpe Focus
Copyright© 2023 by corsair
Chapter 33: Arrested
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 33: Arrested - Who shot JR Ewing? I mean who shot JFK? One was a fictional Dallas, and the other has much fiction attached. Agent "Jackie" has been voluntold to investigate a coup in progress and begins with an investigation into a dead actress, a trip down a rabbit hole.
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Coercion Mind Control Reluctant Slavery BiSexual TransGender Fiction Crime Fan Fiction Historical Military Mystery Restart War Science Fiction Alternate History Body Swap Paranormal Magic Incest Rough Sadistic Gang Bang Swinging Interracial Anal Sex Double Penetration Exhibitionism First Oral Sex Petting Voyeurism Water Sports Body Modification Small Breasts ENF Nudism Prostitution Transformation Violence
The small office was stuffy. My hands were cuffed in front of me. The detective’s name was Leavelle. Detective Graves had left the room. I speculated on where the microphones were.
“Why don’t you cooperate?”
“Sir, I want my attorney and I invoke my right to remain silent.”
“What are you hiding?”
Silence--I already had demanded my lawyer and invoked my Fifth Amendment rights. Detective Leavelle was not my friend, but I’ll have you know that he was a fine human being! Besides, I was “at fault” for killing two fine Dallas residents just because they demonstrated intent, capability and opportunity to harm innocent people. I didn’t wait for them to stop shouting--I shot them dead. This wasn’t East Germany--or Nazi Germany. I wasn’t going to be tortured. At most, I’d be arrested instead of merely brought in for questioning. I wasn’t informed that I was under arrest, just a tall policeman placed me in handcuffs after removing my pistol (leaving my spare magazine and a hidden knife and a bunch of other nasty surprises) and transported me to an office were I was questioned.
Knock-knock--the door opened and men crowded in--including the policeman who brought me here and Major Blake. I didn’t look around but I recognized Major Blake’s voice.
“Has he said anything?”
“The man is a rock!”
“Sergeant Wilson is a trained counter-intelligence operative and won’t talk to unauthorized personnel,” Major Blake explained. “He is investigating the Walker shooting. I was there when Sergeant Wilson stood up and shot two men. He’s been trained to shoot first and ask questions later.”
“I’m representing Sergeant Wilson,” a man extended his business card.
“He hasn’t been arrested,” Detective Leavelle said. “Why does he need a lawyer?”
“Why is he still handcuffed? It’s been three hours.”
“He’s not cooperating,” the detective grumbled.
“He’s trained not to cooperate until he has permission,” Major Blake explained. “Sergeant, tell the detective why you shot those two men without any warning.”
“Warning a robber guarantees getting shot,” I said. “They came in masked, moved with a purpose and brandished guns--I didn’t hear what they said because of my gunfire. Did they get off any shots?”
“No, just your five shots. Good shootin’Tex!” my attorney (?) praised.
“I’m Colonel Stafford,” another man in plain clothes announced. “Sergeant Wilson and Major Blake are here because we have reports of an assassination squad in this area. Sergeant Wilson asked one question before he left headquarters: did General Walker survive? When told that Walker was unharmed, Sergeant Wilson told me that he’d check the place but if it had been the assassination squad, Walker would have died.”
“If it’s all the same to you, I need my sergeant to complete his survey,” Major Blake added. “Sergeant, tell the detective and the rest of us what you were looking for at the Walker place.”
“Sir, I was looking for signs of a triangulated sniper attack. Two or more rifles shooting the same target at the same minute, firing on a count-down or signal. The best way to achieve that is each sniper has a spotter who is in command of the sniper. The spotter looks at the target--distance was close enough for Mark One Eyeball but binoculars are standard and spotting scopes are used beyond 200 yards. The spotter commands the sniper--in a triangulated attack, the spotter has a radio or watches for a sniper squad commander’s signal. Firing several rifles at the same moment increases hit probability and insures a kill without giving the target a chance to react. Normally, combat veterans such as General Walker will immediately duck when a rifle goes off unexpectedly and there won’t be a target. Firing at the same time means that the target doesn’t have time to duck when the first shot missed.”
“We haven’t charged him,” someone said. “He’s free to go.”
“Sir, as long as I’m here, could I examine the recovered bullet? I’ll need to borrow a micrometer, too.”
“We’d also like to have his pistol back,” Major Blake added.
That was a hard NO to all three requests. I was also told that I wasn’t to leave town.
Colonel Stafford and I rode in the back of an official US Army sedan. Major Blake drove and the unnamed legal representative rode up front. As we left the parking lot, Colonel Stafford laughed.
“If they knew we could drop you off ten miles from Cuba and have you swim ashore and kill everybody on the island, they’d boot you out of Dallas,” Stafford said.
“If they didn’t just shoot you,” Blake said. “We have a spare pistol for you, another Browning.”
“Why a popgun 9mm?” Stafford asked.
“A 100 meter compromise, sir,” I said. “I used to carry a .32, usually German or Czech, for reasons of plausible deniability. I have trouble hitting with a snub nose .38 beyond 50 feet. With the Browning I get twice the magazine capacity of a revolver and I get 100% hits at 50 meters and better than 75% hits at 100 meters. I don’t always have access to a rifle when I need it. Give me a Browning and a decent rifle and I’m good.”
“Your record says that you depend on submachine guns,” Stafford commented.
“The right tool for the right job,” I said. “Besides, pistol bullets are easier to silence when silence is golden.”
“Well, we’re here,” Blake announced. “Do your thing.”
It took me a half hour to record the different possible firing positions. After that, new pistol in my holster, I walked around looking at the ground with a large flashlight.