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The door swept open with the silent grace of a good lubricant.
"Jason, what do we do with this?" stepping in, his lawyer wasn'ttoo convinced
His twenty year pal was this ruthlessprick. But if the charges are due to stick,
JasonKnight fought right,but lost sight of 'the fight' in the truest sense.
"I need your plea and your testimony, and then I'll walk you throughthe script..."
"Well..." Jason was new to this. This 'due process' was brutal just up to this point.
The media made him the heel, a perception that to kill was his pastime and joy.
There -was- a silent wrath in this void, however. With motive... a past to exploit.
"...I just wanted to be a good cop, and be a dad to my boys."
"Yea, but this is new terrain, Jace. They'll attack and deploy until..."
"What?"
"..until all the good your deeds amassed are destroyed!"
"I know this looks bad, Harvey, but this path was worth the bashes and points."
"Jason. We've been friends since... since that clash with that Boyd fella.
You know i'm the first at batfor you with loyalty forever,
But... ever thought you were over the top with your avenging endeavors?"
Jason wastaken aback, their kinship connection was severed...
"Boyd deserved to lose that finger! You and I took my sis to the ER together!
...Or is that the kinda shit you take for granted and don't care to remember?!"
Harvey paused. "My bad, Jace. I didn't mean it. Just help me so your chances are better..."
"I plead guilty. First degreemanslaughter. Three counts."
"What?! I can help! You know I know the law down to the letter!"
"No. I will confess to all charges. All you need to do is listen."
"Fuck. I'm -all ears-, or whatever."

"Press Record."
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Jan 17th was thestart of the war. A narc's worst nightmare, and Satan's reward.
At the crackdown's epicenter was the big fence,
Cartel guns and troopers putting points on the board.
Formerly SWAT, me and Jordan B. Potts were go-to's, stopping the 'pure'.
5 yr partners, we squat, and pounce on the rot rookies failed to procure.
During myvacay in dubai away from the narcotic gangs and the grime they bated. The lure:
"Jordan Braxton Potts'll be shot in the head if we're not cut in on your scores..."
Being the lax semi-jock I am with my glock, I said,"Go fuck your pinche abuela, senor!"
CLICK.Was there merit to the threat? I called Potts to make sure.
BRRRRRRRRTT. BRRRRRRRRTT. CLICK. "Bear claws in honey..."
The code. Right. "Tigger's treehouse is funny."
"Wassup, Jace? I was just about ta--
..."
"Hello? Potts?"
"Yea. Someone's here. Who's aware of my spot?"
"No one except me. But I did get a call from these-"
"SWAT! What the fuck is this?! You're coming with us. Resist and get shot!"
"Jordan. Jordan!" They tortured him while I listened. Sent his head in a box.
His wife and children reported dead days later in a similar plot.
I was responsible. They framed me with the drop.
My gun was on the scene. The ones caught gave my name and got locked.
So I traced lines to get even. Carlos Mendoza. Cartel leader of three men.
Cop hunters and extortion elitists. Abortions to society due to criminal genius.
The war was over Menonnite allegiance and its cover-up.
We got close, they noticed. And now, with me evading the fucking cuffs,
I had to make a move. Good thing Mendoza was a shutter bug.
Instagram gave me all I needed to place some trinkets and call it up.
Then I called him up.
"Hello, cabron."
"Hola, Mendoza. Get ready for your actions to reach closer to home." CLICK.
Some investigative hacking brought me to the palisades. Wife and kids were alone.
In through the back window. Scraped .38, full clip to unload.
"And you did it?!"
Yes. They cried and pleaded, but I am devoid of a soul.
"Mommy, aren't cops supposed to protect us?" KAAK! KAAK! KAAK!
The silencer allowed clean escape, with justice the means to bestow
A judgement upon others in exact exchange for all that they owe.

The code.