Kid Cop Chapter 9 - 911
A Special Thanks to Art, Sharon, and Rob for editing, proofreading, and making suggestions. I couldn't have finished this Chapter without your help.
This is a story of love, hope, and trust. It is not a sex story. However, this story deals with love between two male teenagers. If you are offended by stories involving love between two teenage boys, please do not read this story. There may be some sex scenes in this story; however, sex is not the main theme and will not be graphically described. If you are under age 18 or 21 or it is illegal to read this story where you live, don't get caught reading it. Reproducing this story for distribution without the owner's permission is a violation of the copyright.
As Tommy's feet hit the ground and the chilled autumn air hit his lungs he realized he felt an odd sense of peace after Roy's revelation.
'This is just another test,' Tommy reasoned with himself. 'If I can handle boot camp and become a state police officer, I can handle this too.'
"I'm okay with it Roy," he announced as he jogged down the sidewalk. "I guess I'd rather be used by God than exploited by some asshole like Agent Johnson."
"Agent Johnson is still going to try to exploit us Tommy," Roy replied. "The problem is he no longer has the power...but he doesn't know it. We'll have to educate him."
"What about Danny? I love him! I won't give him up!" he insisted.
"You can hold him, and you can kiss him, and you can love him all you want," Roy assured him. "The only thing God has a hard time with is the sex. You have to understand Tommy; God is a general spirit without a body. To God sex is purely for procreation within the context of marriage. God does allow recreational sex between married couples even though he doesn't see why it's necessary. That is because he is a spirit and not a human being."
Tommy wondered if it was possible for him and Danny to be together in a sexual relationship and believe in God too.
"I can feel your question Tommy", Roy began. "Does God allow Gay marriage? The answer is yes, but it's difficult. First, it must be legal. In some places in the world it is legal. Second, you need permission from the parents on both sides. After that all the same rules that apply to hetero marriages apply."
"Okay, I can live with that, what can I expect?" Tommy asked.
"Same old shit, different boss," Roy shrugged. "You won't be asked to do anything that you can't do. You will develop powers, mostly discernment at first. You will also receive understanding. Think of it this way. You have just been promoted from Kid Cop to Petiwan! We are soon to be the first jedi-knights. Remember your bible school Tommy. God, unlike man, will never ask you to do more than you are capable of doing."
"I understand that everything in my life has led me to this point. I'm cool with it. Should I keep it to myself?"
"You can tell Danny if you want," Roy answered. "His parents will not understand, better for them to figure out things on their own. They're smart loving people and they love you very much. As far as the rest of the world is concerned, the day will come for you to tell your story. I suspect that you already have a journal."
"Yes I do," Tommy replied.
Tommy picked up the pace of the jog and Roy followed suit. Tommy felt peace of mind. Even if the world was in turmoil most of his inner conflicts were resolved. He had a clear vision. Roy also felt at peace. For years he'd wondered how things would come together. Tommy was like the son he never had. He knew he'd do anything for him. Neither realized that fate was awaiting them this day.
After finishing their jog Roy told Tommy to listen to his thoughts. He warned him not to act until he had thought them through and came up with a solution. When Tommy got home he found Danny in the shower. He decided to join him to save time.
The shower was small but not too small.
"How's the most beautiful boy in the world?" Tommy asked as he opened the door, admiring the beauty of his soul-mate.
"Get in here and close the door," Danny commanded. "I thought we were going running this morning?"
"You looked so peaceful," Tommy replied, "and I had a disturbing dream."
"You should have been dreaming about me," Danny said, smiling while grabbing the shampoo and lathering up his lover's hair.
"I was dreaming about Roy," Tommy stated while pressing his body against Danny.
"That's just sick," Danny laughed. "No wonder you're so frisky this morning."
"I'm frisky because Roy said that we can get married someday and be together forever," Tommy beamed.
"I'm all for that," Danny agreed, "but if we don't hurry up you'll be late for school and you'll end up with your nose on the blackboard."
"I'll just write 'I love Danny' one hundred times and come out to the whole school."
"Not that it matters," Danny sighed. "I won't be there much longer anyways!"
"I will find a way for us to stay together Danny," Tommy assured him whilst rinsing the soap suds from his hair.
The two young men finished their shower together and towelled each other dry. Most of their clothes were loose fitting so it was easier getting dressed with both boys ready to do something other than going to school.
After breakfast cereal and hugs and kisses from Danny's mom, Tommy and Danny headed to school. Tommy's mind was still racing and questions were beginning to give him a mild headache, so he engaged in more small talk with Danny like he had in the shower. This interaction along with the closeness and constant body contact they shared when they were alone did wonders to remove Tommy's stress. He knew he'd have to work on not loosing it every time he was separated from his lover.
After parking the car Tommy and Danny managed to keep a proper manly distance between each other but that didn't stop the occasional intentional bumping between them.
Tommy saw Kevin Mathers, someone the Principal had warned him about, talking with two other teens. 'Marijuana in backpack,' Tommy thought, 'where did that come from,' Tommy considered. 'Roy told me to think through my thoughts. If I go find Roy or Officer Lopez and search him now I'll lack probable cause. If I wait until he puts it in his locker and then do a locker search we only get him and he'll claim that it was planted. If we plant a hidden camera around his locker we might actually get footage of a drug sale. That might be enough evidence to get him to flip on his dealer!'
Tommy pulled out his cell phone and called Roy, "Hi Roy," Tommy said after Roy had picked up after the first ring. "We need to get a surveillance camera over looking Kevin Mathers' locker."
"I'll have Rick Lopez do it after class starts," Roy replied. "He's busy researching known felons that went to Lombard High. He hates it; I bet he'll be glad to get a break."
"Thanks Roy," Tommy responded. "I'll tell you about it later."
Roy, who was almost to his class, dialed Rick Lopez's number.
"Hello," He replied.
"Rick, this is Roy. I need you to find out where Kevin Mathers' locker is and during class find a location to set up a hidden camera."
"I'm busy doing the research," Rick said sarcastically.
"You're going to be busy unemployed if you talk back to me again," Roy replied while walking into his room and placing his briefcase on the floor. "Look, get down here. I need you to bring several of the recording camera systems down here and install it. Get the security guard, and janitor, and anyone else you need and get it done. As soon you are finished I want you to report to me. You got that?"
"Sir yes sir," Officer Lopez answered again sarcastically. Officer Lopez had gone home at his regular time instead of working all night like he was told. He turned off his computer and went to the equipment room. He found a device and recording unit that he felt was adequate. He felt proud of himself and decided to take as much time as he could before reporting back to Roy.
'I'm going to have fun breaking this kid,' thought Roy and he closed his cell phone.
He sat down in his seat waiting for his first period to start. Suddenly a quick stream of video flashed through his mind. He saw an airline flight attendant brutally killed, her throat slit with a razor knife. Then four men broke into the pilots' cabin and did the same to them. Roy picked up his phone and dialled a well-memorized number.
"This is Director Johnson, may I help you?" came the answer.
"Too late for that I'm afraid," Roy told him. "I just saw a plane being hijacked. I'm almost certain that it was a real time vision and not something in the future. The pilots were killed and terrorist are flying the plane."
"Any clues as to where they are going, Roy?" Director Johnson asked.
As he was listening Roy's mind was suddenly filled with another vision. "I just saw another hijacking on a different plane and no, I don't know where they are headed. This is big. You better call the White House."
"The Chief's out of town visiting some grade school down south," Director Johnson answered. He really didn't like anyone telling him what to do! "Look Roy, let me check it out and I'll get back with you." With that Director Johnson hung up and called the NSA information center just down the hall. If Roy knew nothing about this situation, then it must be something big. Roy had warned them that a day would come when fate had to be played out.
Roy made it through his first period lesson when another stream of video appeared in his mind. He saw an airliner crash into one of the World Trade Center Twin Towers exploding on impact. He walked over to the telephone and called the principal. He explained to her that he had an emergency and instructed her to get someone into his class as he had to leave right away. When he informed the class that he had an emergency and had to leave, some of the students were disappointed as they were getting into the lecture. Roy sensed this and it made him happy. But he wasn't happy for long as his cell phone rang.
"Roy we are in deep shit," Director Johnson said.
"An airliner just hit the North tower of the World Trade Center," Roy replied.
"No shit Sherlock!" Director Johnson shouted. "The old man is going to have a cow."
"Look, the old man is George W's problem not mine." Roy stated, "I don't work for him any more."
"We all work for him Roy, he represents this country to the UCC (which governs the entire world) and if he and his stupid son hadn't agreed to your blackmail we might not be in this mess!" Director Johnson screamed.
"Is this line secure Dan?" Roy responded sarcastically. Roy knew that the Director hated being called by his first name. Roy only did it when he wanted to make Johnson feel stupid. He took great pleasure in making the Director feel stupid. "You don't want GW to find out that you called him stupid!"
"Get to a secure line Roy, with a TV. There's video on the plane crash. Call me back!" Director Johnson demanded.
Roy was on a conference call with Director Johnson and several other members of the NSA and members of the Presidents National Security Council. Dick Chaney was among them until he was whisked away as the Secret Service realized that the White House was a target.
Meanwhile, aboard Air Force One, George Bush had just received a phone call he was not looking forward to getting. His Chief of Staff, who was the only one present, listened to the President's side of the conversation. "I'm sorry Daddy. I know this is all Roy Dixon's fault. We should have never listened to his demands. I know that UCC is in an uproar over the billions of billions they are going to loose over this. Listen Daddy I'll get him back somehow. Don't worry we'll find a way to blame Sa-damn for this and get him out of office. Yes Daddy I love you too."
George Bush slammed down the phone and picked it back up. "Get me Director Johnson on the line," he shouted to his personal secretary.
The phone in front of Director Johnson rang. He knew before it lit up that it was the President's private line as he was the only one he hadn't talked to yet. He knew the President would be upset. He informed everyone on his conference call to wait for a minute and placed them on hold so he could have privacy. Then he motioned for the staff to clear the room before he picked up the phone.
Bush started out the conversation shouting at him, which is how he talked to people when he was in a good mood. Now he was screaming, "Damn it Johnson this is all Dixon's fault. Where in the hell is he? Wherever he is we are both on our way right now. Get your ass over to the Air Force base and I'll have a flight waiting to take you to him. I'll meet you there. Now where the hell is he?"
"You'll need to fly to O'Hare in Chicago Mr. President," Director Johnson answered. "Dixon's working undercover in a High School near the Airport. He's working out of a local State Police post. The Secret Service can arrange a helicopter to take you directly from the Airport to the station."
"You mean he's working and he's not working for us. I swear if you weren't a friend of my Dad you'd be Director of Antarctica after what has happened today. You are in charge of domestic terrorist threats Johnson. You better have a plan ready to get Dixon back on board before I get to O'Hare and I don't want him knowing that we are coming."
During the cold war the CIA had worked with all kinds of psychics to try to gain information about the growing Soviet threat. The result was at best minimal when George HW Bush became Director of the CIA in the early 70's and he wanted to try to use Pentecostals. He'd seen some amazing results from several individuals but Roy Dixon became the star of the program. Not only did he have the psychic ability, but he had Navy Seal training and was in the process of FBI training when George Bush recruited him.
Back then domestic terrorism was a much bigger problem than today. Roy Dixon was the reason for things being better. He worked alone and had absolute authority over any foreign or domestic law enforcement agency in order to curb domestic terrorism. Roy had an international license to kill but he never found the need to use it. When he left the job there was nobody to replace him.
George HW Bush always felt that developing Roy was the highlight of his days at the CIA. He and his son also understood that one day Roy would have a spiritual calling. They understood that was why he had the power to read people, and see the future.
Tommy concentrated on his teacher as he was still lagging behind the rest of the students. After the second Tower was hit, the events were announced over the intercom system but class went on.
By lunchtime the whole school was a rumor mill. Tommy looked around for Roy but he couldn't find him at his classroom or in the teachers' lounge. He ended up having lunch with Danny and like the rest of America he wondered where the terrorists would strike next.
Roy talked with Director Johnson until the President had called. Director Johnson had come back on the line to inform everyone that he had to leave. He didn't tell Roy he was coming. He didn't have to. He went back to teach his afternoon classes. He found is easy to get his students engaged in deep discussions about terrorism around the world.
After his last class he walked back to the State Police office. He was disturbed that Officer Lopez hadn't checked in yet to inform him of the surveillance camera being installed
He spotted Sergeant Miller looking put out as he stood outside his office with his arms folded. He sensed that someone was waiting for him in his office. He hoped it was Officer Lopez.
"You have company," stated Sergeant Miller.
He knocked on the door and heard a voice say come in. He wasn't surprised to see Director Johnson. He was surprised to see George W Bush and two Secret Service agents on either side of the doorway with weapons drawn.
The room was small, perhaps 10 feet by 6 feet with no windows. It was more like a large closet than an office. Roy's desk was on one end with the President sitting in his chair and Director Johnson sitting on the edge of an old wood desk.
"Put the weapons down", Director Johnson said. "He's the one were waiting for! You know why we're here Roy. The President has better things to do on a tragic day like this than to wait for you to..."
"What's it going to take Dixon?" George W Bush interrupted. "This whole fuckin' day is your fault," he roared.
"I couldn't have stopped this if I wanted to," Roy explained. "The person behind this attack was Osama bin..."
Rick Lopez had taken his time getting the secretary to look up the locker number. He really didn't like the way Roy had ordered him around. Installing the camera was easy. It was hidden inside a florescent light bulb. It appeared that the light was burnt out but actually it was a camera and transmitter. No wires needed. He took all day finding a ladder He mostly talked all day with everyone on the staff that would listen to him. That meant he ended up at the school cafeteria flirting with several of the Hispanic cooks in order to get some free food and attention.
He was upset that he had to report to Roy. He felt that Roy was just lording his authority over him. He always seemed to get bosses who talked down to him. He couldn't wait until he was able to treat the public the same way.
He went back over to the State Police Post and walked up to Sergeant Miller. "Have you seen Roy?" Lopez asked.
"He's in my office," Sergeant Miller replied.
He walked into Sergeant Miller's office like he owned the place, without knocking, when his jaw hit the floor, literally. He couldn't believe his eyes as he saw the President of the United States behind Roy's desk. He heard Roy saying some name while he was coming into the room but he didn't catch it. Suddenly he was tackled. He was manhandled and cuffed. The secret service agent pulled him to his feet by his hair with a .45 auto pointed at his temple. The President came from behind the desk.
"I think he heard you Dixon," The President stated while pacing back and forth in front of Roy's desk. "I'm sorry son but I'm just going to have to shoot you. You are a national security risk. Do you want the honor Director Johnson?"
"Sure," Director Johnson replies while withdrawing and cocking his weapon and pointing it directly at Officer Lopez's head.
"Wait," said the President holding up his hand, "He barged into Dixon's office. He should shoot him."
"Not in here Mr. President," Roy replied. "Why don't you take him with you and drop him out the trapdoor at ten thousand feet over Lake Michigan?"
"I like that idea Dixon," the President replied. "However with the luck I'm having today he'd hit some Canadian fishing boat and they'd think we were bombing them. Who in the fuck is this piece of shit Dixon and why is he giving me a headache?"
"Just some asshole right out of the State Police Academy that needs his ass kicked," Roy answered.
George W Bush got right up in the face of Officer Lopez. "I need you to promise that nothing you might have seen or heard in this office will be repeated," Bush stated.
"I promise," Officer Lopez said softly not wanting to upset the President on a day where he surely must be pissed off. The whole time he'd been asking himself what the President and this other guy, Director Johnson, were doing in Roy's office.
"Go ahead and release him," Bush instructed him, "Get the fuck out of here and I better not see you when I leave or you just might do a header into the lake. And next time you enter you boss's office knock," he shouted to Lopez.
After Officer Lopez was out of the room George W Bush turned his full attention back on Roy. "If 'Osama bin Laden' is behind this," the President began, "which we also have reason to believe, then we need to go into Afghanistan and get him."
"You'll never find him in those mountains Mr. President." Roy replied. "I'll tell you just like I told President Clinton. You'll never find him. And if you do fifty will spring up to replace him. The war of east against west has begun."
"Come on Dixon," George W Bush said, "that can't happen until you find this partner of yours."
"I met him a while back," Roy replied, "it was confirmed earlier this morning."
"I'm having quite a day," The President began. "First our country is attacked by terrorists, who hijacked planes and used them as weapons to destroy the world economy. Our defense infrastructure has been destroyed. Billions of dollars have been lost and you tell me that the world is about to end and if we catch or kill the person or persons responsible that fifty others will take their place?"
"It's not the end, it is however the beginning of the beginning of the end." Roy explained.
"What-fucking-ever," the President once again shouted, "what are you going to do to keep this country safe Dixon?"
"I'll help you out Mr. President, but under my rules," Roy stated. "I want full control of my team."
"Since when did you have a team?" Director Johnson interjected. "You always worked alone."
"I won't be alone, Tommy will be helping me," Roy replied with confidence. He knew that he could get any terms he wanted and he played it for all it's worth.
"Tommy," Bush interrupted, "that sounds like either some kid or some faggot."
"Both actually," Director Johnson replied. "And a child will lead them," he said sarcastically.
"You can have that stupid Mexican and bang him in the ass for all I care," Bush said. "Just get the jobs done. What do you need from me?"
"I'll need three months to train my team," Roy answered.
"Johnson?" Bush asked looking for his approval.
"That's fine with me," said Director Johnson. "I never thought we'd get him that easy. We have already shut down all air traffic and have added extra staff at all the borders. We can manage for three months before he comes back on board."
"What else?" Bush demanded.
"I'll need unprecedented power almost as strict as in Lincoln's day. We will need to be able to tap anyone's cell phone or landline without having to get a court order. We will need special rules for terrorists. We can call them combatants and lock them up for years without having to explain ourselves. We need to imprison them outside the long arm of the judicial system, either in Cuba or perhaps even in some old eastern block country."
"We'll see what we can do," Bush replied. "This pisses me off, Johnson. We could have done this over the phone."
Director Johnson wanted to remind the President that he was the one insisting on seeing Roy right away but knew better then to say something like that to him. He did like to antagonize Bush, he just liked to pick his own shots.
"You and your team will be in my office on December 11, Dixon," Bush stated. "You have Johnson's number if you need anything else. We're finished here," he informed his Secret Service.
Director Johnson winked at Roy on his way out the door as if to say welcome back.
To Be Continued...