King of Spades
Rated PG
By Ella713
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A corrupt gang member is released from prison and sets his sights on Lt. Carl
Michael Roosevelt Crawford stood in front of the parole board with his head down.
"Mr. Crawford. You have been an exemplary inmate. Can you tell us why you chose to commit these crimes" One Officer asked.
"Sir, my life was all messed up. I didn't have a daddy to speak of and my moms was always hooking up with some dude, so I had to raise myself. I hung out with all the wrong people and got into drugs and pimping out girls....I didn't know who I was anymore. I am sorry that I shot that man. As God is my witness, I am so sorry. This time in prison has given me a whole new way to look at life and the changes that have to be made" Michael said. The Parole Board all wrote notes down.
"Mr. Crawford, what are your plans if you are released?" Michael knew that almost all inmates were either released or denied solely on this answer.
"You know I'd like to say, I want to apologize to the victim's family, but they don't need to hear any I'm sorry's from me. I don't want to cause them any more pain. But what I'd like to do is start over. Get started on some kind of vocational course, maybe join the Job Corps. I heard they take hard luck cases like me." He said. "I don't want to ever come back here"
"Thank you Mr. Crawford, we will let you know what we've decided"
Michael was taken back into his cell.
"Yo 2-Shot! You think they gonna give you parole?" Another inmate asked.
"Yeah. I got this" Michael said sitting down on his bed.
Carl was in a bad mood. 2-Shot Crawford was having his parole hearing today. They had asked Carl if he wanted to speak up at the hearing, but Carl said no. He had written dozens of letters telling the Board that releasing Crawford would be a death sentence for the city of Los Angeles. The family of the victims showed up each and every time he was up for parole and cried and held up pictures of their family member. But so much time had gone by. Why go through the motions of releasing him at all. The guys was BAD NEWS. Period.
"Michael Crawford, please stand. It is the judgment of this office to release you on the grounds of excellent behavior. I feel that you will use this opportunity to better yourself and your circumstances. You will report once a week to Parole Officer Daryl Douglas. You will refrain from both drugs and alcohol. Any prescription medication will have to be noted in your file by a licensed physician. And you will not travel out of state of California unless authorized by a district court judge. Do you understand these terms as they are told to you?"
"Yes, I do" Michael responded.
"Then...you are free to go"
And like that Michael saw his life changing. He knew what he did wrong the first time. He was cockl=y and juvenile. But 15 years in prison changes a man. And Michael knew exactly what he was going to do.
The first thing Michael did when he arrived back in Los Angeles was go see the man responsible for him being caught. He knocked on the apartment door.
"What up dog?" Michael said with a sinister grin. The man inside immediately shut the door and fled out his window. He quickly jumped to the ground and started to run across the street. He didn't see the car coming. He died on impact.
The second thing he did was help himself to the hidden cash in the man's apartment. and the third thing he did was buy lot's of guns, because he had an awful lot of killing to do.
Mick opened the door for Carl and immediately poured him a stiff drink.
"I take it you heard?" Carl said rolling the liquor in the glass as he sat down.
"Yeah. I'm sorry Carl, but mankind needs to realize that not everybody can be saved. This is Lee Jay Spaulding all over again." Mick said. "You think he'll come for us?"
"Yeah. And he won't waste time." Carl said.
"We need to get Angela someplace safe." Mick said calling Brian.
Brian rushed all around the office trying to find out Angela's whereabouts. Her Assistant told Brian that she was on her way back from Santa Clara and should be arriving at the office at any moment.
Brian took 6 Kostan security guards with him to the garage to wait for Angela to drive in and personally escort her to someplace secure. They were just approaching the garage when they saw Angela's car. The door was wide open and Angela was lying on the ground beside it. A gun shot would to her abdomen. Brian didn't care if anyone saw him, he picked up her body and appeared in the Emergency Room where doctors immediately took her away for surgery.
Brian made the sad call to his dad and Carl.