11

DEADLY FORCE SECURITY

BY

ROLAND PARKER
 WRONG PLACE AT THE RIGHT TIME

Why would two suburban B A P S, be walking

alone in one of the most crime ridden sections
of Chicago?

Urisa & Latriece, were life long friends. They

were growing up next door to each other in the
Chicago suburbs of Glenwood, Illinois. They
both attended Governors State College.

They were in the same Psychology class and

they were working on a thesis that was based on
the dynamics of growing up in an inner city
environment.

Where Urisa would have been satisfied to glean

her research information form the local library
or the internet; Latriece wanted to get the
information first hand.

Urisa agreed to come to east 87th street, because

she suspected that Latriece had a secret motive
for wanting to come to this part of Town. The
secret was: Antoine Cisco. Part black and part
Purtorican, Urisa had to admit he was fine. But
the idea of actually dating someone, who came
form this part of the city, was hard for Urisa to
wrap her mind around.
She feared for her friends safety and that’s the
only reason she agreed to come. The game plan
was to meet Antoine at the local Dunk’n
Donuts, and have him show them the
neighborhood.

Latriece and Urisa were-riding in Urisa’s, 2003

Avalon, she received as a graduation present
form her parents. Buying her the car kept them
form having to drop her off and pick her up
form her college classes. This was there party
wagon. And now research mobile. The had the
radio cranked Nelly was belting out “So I can
get to stomping in my Air Force Ones.”

Neither could sing but they were trying to

drown each other out as the shook their heads
and bounced around to the music.

The windows of the car were down and as they

entered the block, they could hear Alicia Keys:
“Karma”, blaring over the out door speakers of
the record shop in the middle of the block. Ooo,
Ooo, turn it down-turn it down. This is Alicia.
Latriece thought she looked like Alicia Keys,
and had all her albums. Urisa turned Nelly off.

There was a parking spot close to the corner.

After parking the car they sat for a minute and
finished listening to Alicia. After checking
Cisco’s address in Latriece’s cell phone
memory, they got out of the car and were
making their way up the block. Suddenly a
figure appeared in front of them.
 EYE CANDY

As they reached an alley behind, 87thST, they

were surprised by the neighborhood’s number
one bad guy.

T-Real, was his street name. The T was for

Thug, and he lived up to his name every day;
whenever he could find an unsuspecting victim.

To him Urisa and Latriece were ripe for the

picking. And who knows they both look to be
tasty innocents; so he just might have a little fun
with them. After he increased his fortune by
taking what ever money and credit cards they
had. Those were his intentions.

He pulled a huge hunting knife form its sheath,

and as Urisa and Latriece reached the alley he
stepped out knife pointed directly at Latrieces’
chest.

Before he could utter a word, Urisa, exploded

into action. Urisa had taken Karate lessons
since she was twelve. She’d thought about what
she would actually do if attacked; now she was
in that moment.
Instinct and fear took over. It was not the
crippling fear that gets you killed. It was the do
or die type of fear, that triggers the survival
instinct.

She stuck here right arm straight out to stop

Latriece form walking into the knife. She drew
her arm back placed it on Latriece’s shoulder
and gave her a hard piston stroke shove-that sent
her into the nearest doorway.

Her left hand grabbed T-Reals right wrist. This

was the hand he held the knife in. She started
what looked like a ballet dance.

Spinning on her left heel she shoved her left

elbow into the back of T-Real’s right forearm,
with so much force that it dislocated his elbow
and pushed the bone out the front between the
forearm and bicep.

She brought her right elbow around and up; she

connected with T-Real’s, third cervical
vertebrae. The bone cracked and cut into his
spinal cord. The overwhelming pain he was
feeling, in his arm suddenly stopped. The he
was paralyzed form the neck down.
Urisa continued-spinning now on the ball of her
left foot-she brought her right heel down and
into the back of her would be attackers knee,
severing: tendons, ligaments of both the lower
ham string and the upper calf muscle where
they connected with bone.

As he began to crumple to the ground. Urisa

brought her right arm down the side of his face
and grabbed him under the chin. She was
coming round in a full 180%, and was into the
death move-for this defensive counter strike-that
would’ve ended with T-Reals, neck being
broken.

THAT’S ENOUGH
Urisa felt her arm stop. There was something
holding it back. She heard a voice
saying,”unless you want to go to jail for
manslaughter, you should quit now.

When Urisa let his chin go his T-Real fell

forward and you could hear the left side of his
face when it smacked against the concrete.

What really made Urisa stop her -Jet li-

imitation, was the look of shear terror on
Latriece’s face.Her friends eye’s were wide
open and she looked, as if she had seen a ghost.
She had a far-a -way look on her face and her
body had gone ridged .

Urisa thought for a moment; that maybe she had

been tabbed after all. She wanted to go to her
but what ever had stopped her left arm from
moving now had both arms. She came to
herself and looked up on either side of her was a
police officer. Officers, Carl Jackson & Brian
Winslow; who were assigned to this area, had
witnessed the entire incident.
They were just turning the block entering 78th
St., going South; when T-Real pulled the knife
and stepped out of the ally. Carl/C.J., was
driving; he floored the gas, the cruiser lurched
forward. They were trying hurry to stopped the
mayhem. Both were speechless as the saw the
beat-down unfold. And almost to late.

Fortunately they got to Urisa, before she

delivered the, “coup d’ gra” to T-Real. It was
Brian, that used his police baton to hold of
Urisa’s arm. For a brief moment he wondered if
he’d have to shoot her, as he thought she may
turn on him.

“Well I guess we know how you spend your

spare time,” he said in an effort to defuse the
situation.

The first words out of Urisa’s mouth we’re, “he

was trying to kill us.”

“You may be right.” Brian remarked, “but you

were definitely getting ready to take him out.”
For a moment it looked like we were going to be
too late.

“I didn’t think!” Urisa exclaimed. “I just knew

I couldn’t let him hurt Latrience.” “It was like, I
blacked out.”
Don’t worry. We’re not going to arrest you.
This fellow is wanted for the rape and robbery
of more then one woman in this neighbor-hood.
All of them have been too scared to testify
against him; so he’s had free reign to terrorize
these streets, until now.

So you’ve actually done everyone a favor. “I

guess you were in; The Wrong-Place-At The
Right Time.”
 SMACK DOWN-CLEAN UP

The officers had called an ambulance as they

approached the scene. It pulled up in the ally
and the EMT’s got out. They headed straight
for Urisa, thinking she may have been the
victim. Officer Carl Jackson, Brian’s partner,
assured them that Urisa was not the one in need
of emergency care.

He pointed to T-Real lying on the ground

motionless; looking as if he’d been hit by an
SUV.
But it was Latriece that they focused their
attention on. She was in shock, still frozen in
abject fear.

It was not from fear of the attacker; she was

afraid that her friend, who had changed before
her eyes, would forget who she was and start on
her next.

The look on Urisa’s face reminded Latriece, of

the hideous death mask expression, Bruce Lee,
had on his face-in enter the dragon. Eyes
bulging, cheeks contorted in a demonic grin, it
was that site that had frozen her in fear.

The Paramedics used smelling salts and gentile

persuasion to bring her out of her catatonic
state. Once they were sure she was alright they
began prepping t-real for transport.

They gently turned him over and applied a neck

brace; once he was stabilized; they placed T-
Real on a stretcher and loaded him in the
ambulance.

They’d take him to Cook County Hospital.

Knowing that it would be along time before he
even remembered his name. And that he would
definitely, never walk again or be able to feed
himself without assistance.

The police let Urisa and Latriece go suggesting,

light heartedly that, Urisa enroll in an anger
management class. Urisa and Latriece didn’t
speak on the way home and they only spoke
briefly before they separated and went in the
house.

Though their names were not mentioned the

incident was featured as a news item on
“WGN,” Ch.9's Nightly New cast. They were
calling Urisa Karate: The Woman, and praising
her for taking a wanton felon off the street.

T-Reals mother was interviewed on the news,

clip she was saying how awful it was for her son
to be attacked in this manner; and for the police
to be un-willing to do any thing about it.
But to Melissa Jordan, this had been an answer
to a prayer. She was one of T-Reals victims.
All most a year ago he had robbed and raped her
while she was taking out the garbage. He
threaten to kill her if she told any one. And just
two days ago she saw him again.

He was with one of his buddies. The guy with

him remarked how he would like to have her for
a night of fun; when T-Real added that he had
already tasted that, and was planning on doing a
return engagement real soon.

Melissa felt that his mother should suffer the

same fate for bringing such an animal into the
world and then turning loose, on the women of
the neighborhood. What was wrong with these
women they got pregnant had these male
children, without fathers to help raise them, then
played the game of denial when they victimized
others.

She felt bad for thinking it-but in her heart of

hearts- she wished some one had killed, T-Reals
mom before she had him. But knowing he was
out of commission would make her life just a
little easier to bear. She would still have
nightmares, and never take the garbage out
without her Pepper Spray and Stun-gun, but life
would certainly be easier to bear.
BIG BROTHER

Urisa’s brother, Clarence greeted her as she

came through the door. The usually
antagonized each other in a playful way, that
was their way of getting along. They were
actually really close
and generally felt each others pain..

The fact that his little sister didn’t tease him

about his big feet, or call him onion head alerted
him to something being wrong. The news was
on the flat screen in the living room and the
commentator was relating eye witness accounts
of had happen.

Clarence heard her sister remark,” they didn’t

have to put it on the news. He looked at the TV
he looked back at his sister, and in disbelief he
said “no way” “no flip’n way.” Tell me that
wasn’t you Urisa. If mom and dad knew you
were in that part of town they’d take away your
keys.

Urisa only gave one comment, “get real,” she

half grunted thin continued to her room;
Clarence would have to wait to quiz her about
today’s incident.
Clarence was two years older than U, that was
his pet name for his sister just U. Clarence had
attended Governors State for two years,
studying both: Political and computer Sciences.
Clarence was also a closet genius, his IQ was in
the 150 range but he was very humble about his
intellectual prowess.

Clarence had a five year plan he wanted to be

Mayor, not an elected official but the defacto
mayor of someone elected official’s turf. Not
all of it just enough to satisfy his meager
ambitions. This part of town that his sister had
threw down in was just the area he needed to put
his plan in motion.

Not only did he want to be the de-facto mayor,

he had and even bigger dream to put his own
world wide security operation in place. The
idea of being mayor was a fantasy part of his
covert ambition, that just meant he would be in
control of a large area of town. Hence The
Mayor.

The first thing to do was to research the area

find out as much as he could about the terrain.
Who the police were how often they toured the
areas how attentive they were to their assigned
territory.
He would need the local police as allies and he
didn’t want to clash with them; when he put his
real plan in operation.

While attending college and watching the crime

rate rise daily. A business opportunity had
developed in Clarence’s mind. It was a private
security operation that was based on the take no
prisoners approach to law enforcement.

Clarence had noted that most criminals knew

the law, and used it to there advantage. They
could get bail harass victims into not testifying.
They were informed enough a bout the criminal
justice system to make it work to aid them in
their criminal in enterprises.

The only thing criminals were afraid of were

police that didn’t play by the rules. Police that
would shoot first and lie later. But public
perception and the make them do good press,
put so much pressure on police shootings that
very few officers used the shoot and plant
method; to rid the streets of the vermin that
prayed on law abiding citizens.

Clarence decided what was needed was to put

the fear of unrelenting vengeance in them. Of a
force that was even more ruthless then the
criminals. His security force once it was
established would be the source of that fear.
Deadly Force Security Service. Part illusion,
part real. Part hype but totally dedicated to
dealing with the thugs, pimps and drug dealers
that made a living- by making things unsafe for
working families-trapped in the inner city.
 A FRIEND IN NEED

The next morning Latriece woke with a sick

feeling in the pit of her stomach. She had
finally fallen asleep around 2:am, but she was
exhausted; she dreamed she was running all
night through the allays and streets of Chicago.

Now she was thinking about how Urisa had

probably saved their lives and how she had
treated Urisa-afterwards. She really hadn’t been
much of a friend. In fact she had been down
right obnoxious.

She tried calling Urisa and remembered to day

was Wednesday- Urisa’s was in her Criminal
Justice class. Well she wasn’t going any where
to day she’d apologize to urisa when she got
home.

OPERATION DEADLY FORCE

THE DREAM

Clarence knew that after the research was done

the next thing was to establish a presence. For
this he would get his cousin, Jerome. Jerome
was a would be movie star that lived in a self
induced Hollywood frame of mind, 24/7. He
always had an academy award winning
performance up his sleeve. The least excuse
was all he needed to go Lights, Action, Camera.

Clarence would used Jerome to set up the first

illusion. Jerome could help him to research the
area. The boundaries would be: 83rd Street on
the North to 87th Street, on the South. Stony
Island Avenue on the West and the Lake front
on the East.

They’d canvas the area for the next three

months. Yes Urisa’s encounter with T-Real was
a true inspiration.

IN LOVE WITH DANGER

Urisa was surprised at her reaction to the whole
smack down episode. She had never felt this
excited about any thing. She had never had sex
either at least not the real thing.

She was sure that had experienced wet dreams

during midnight fantasy’s, but nothing beyond
that. She knew what a climax was and she had
experienced one during the encounter with T-
Real.

It happened when the officer grabbed her. She

guessed he thought the trembling was form the
shear excitement and the danger of it all. But
she could feel her herself get wet between the
legs. She was thankful that they had let her and
Latriece go.

Though she was a little ticked at Latrieces’

attitude after she had saved her ass, she was glad
Latriece didn’t feel like talking and just wanted
to go home.

After brushing off her brother she went straight

to the shower and once under the soothing
invigorating warmth of the water. She
experienced her first orgasm.
It just came over her. She was soaping her self
down and started to relive the incident. She
remembered the way it felt when she broke T-
Reals arm. This thought came at he very
moment she was washing between her legs.

The ruff plastic sponge brushed against her

clitoris and as it did so she responded to the
stimulation. She held the sponge against the un-
hooded flesh with both hands clenched at the
irreversible pleasure that seared through her
groin and upper thighs.

She rocked with each convulsion that surged

through her body. Again and again she was
brought to a nerve shredding release.
She felt the warm fluid, first oozing then
coming in long spurts form the un-shaven apex
of her thighs.

When she came to her self she was lying in the

bottom of the tub, hands still clasped between
here legs. The water was cold now, she felt
slightly dazed.

She vaguely remembered sliding down the

shower wall as orgasm after orgasm turned her
inside out. She felt a little ashamed, but it
wasn’t like she had planned it. It just happened.
She picked herself up. Sill in a daze she dried
herself off.
She feel into a deep sleep almost as soon as she
got in the bed. The next morning she ate a
hearty breakfast; a couple of eggs some quick
mix pancakes and some bacon.

Her usual morning fare was a piece of toast and

some orange juice She couldn’t explain why
she felt so light. And her mind seemed so clear.
 WHEN A PLAN COMES TOGETHER

Clarence had a 2003 Honda that was mad crazy,

tricked out, Easily one of the wildest, HI Rev
Tuners, in the South Suburbs. In order to ride
the mean streets of Chi-Town he had to dumb it
down a bit.. He trade the 22"’s for regular 13"
inch rims.

They took pictures of old junk Hoopties in the

salvage yard, then made magnetic appliques out
of the photos. Once these were applied it made
the car looked like it may stop running at any
minute. He didn’t want to take the chance on
some thug following him home to steal his
whip.

One of the things being a closet genius had done

for Clarence was to help him learn the stock
market; and he had made a small fortune
picking high yield stocks. One of his favorite
picks was Google, when it sold for $50.00 a
share.

Now! it was selling for $700.00 and paying the

type of dividends that retired people lived on.
There were others but Google gave him the
finances he needed to really play the game. Not
even his family knew how well he was off and
he intended to keep it that was.

When his father was lost his job to overseas out

sourcing and the unemployment insurance ran
out, Clarence used his resources to fill in the gap
anonymously. He made up a fictitious
sweepstakes game on the web and sent an entry
form to the house. When his father refused to
fill it out he got his mother to do the honors.

Three weeks later a certified cashiers check for

$260,000.00 arrived in the mail.
The whole house irrupted. Urisa got her car out
of that deal and no one was ever the wiser.

Now he used his considerable resources; to rent

a wear house and start storing equipment for
The deadly force illusion. Part of it he used to
actually heir crack mercenaries to help pull of
the truly dangerous aspects of his plan.

TAKING CONTROL
Jerome’s job was to go into the target area and
set himself up as thug, looking to get in on the
local action. This area was filled with hard
working parents of families who brought home
good money every weekend. The thugs
considered this harvest time. Once they had
robbed the people that stilled used Currency
Exchanges and local banks to cash their checks.
They headed straight for the local drug spot.
The bought cloths for the night out and they
spent a few hours boasting on the corners where
the boozers and other losers hung out.

That’s where Jerome would be. Playing it off.

As part of the plan Clarence had bought some of
the best chronic and crack on the market. He
hated to do it this way but it was necessary to
achieve his goal.
Wherever Jerome set up he was the man. He’d
hang out and chop it up with the locals; find
who the serious thugs were and get a line on
where they really got there party favors from.
This information would be passed on to the
local narcotics squad. If the dealer was
protected that’s where the mercenaries came in.

The sting was too good to be true. Knowing

that some of the drug dealers were part of the
political landscape; meant that innovative
methods had to be employed, to make sure they
got what they deserved.
Jerome used a hidden camera to take pictures of
all the prospective candidates for a Hit; that was
the code word for removing them. The Mercs,
used a plane black ford fan to get the job down.
Armed with a picture of the target they would
wait till the unsuspecting thug was in plain view
of a large audience and that’s when they’d
snatch him or her.

Right in front of everyone so that the word

would get out they’d take um. They wore black
jump suits with Deadly Force Security written
on the back and they made enough of a show of
the pick up so that their was no doubt who had
done the deed.

After the pick-up they would personally deport

the offenders to South America. The further
South the better. The thugs would wake up
having been heavily drugged not knowing
where they were, how to speak the language, or
with any money in there pocket. Their life
expectancy was 24 hours. In most cases less.

In some cases they got a free plane ride, a free

parachute-along with a three minute lesson on
how to deploy- and maneuver the descent; form
25,00 feet. And to show a little compassion
they would get a Subway Sandwich; just a little
something hold them until their next meal.

It was always worse for the gangster bitches

who in some cases where worse than the men.
If they survived the drop, they usually ended up-
bing pimped out- or worse.

THE LAUNDER MAT

Soon there were no more thugs in the area and
crime was at an all time low. The people who
really made money from the suffering of others
were hard pressed to figure out why there profit
margin had dried up. But the gangster element
knew that this area was owned by: the Deadly
Force Crew, and they didn’t want any part of
that..

Once Clarence had control he was able to move

Jerome away form the drug aspect of the
operation. The next phase of the operation was
to set up a permanent shop in the area.

Clarence chose to open a Laundry mat. He

chose the name Stay Clean, off the top of his
head, and spent good money setting it up. He
located the Laundry Mat on east 89th Street.
For the grand opening he brought in one of
Chicago’s top radio DJ personalities. They had
such a good turn out that they had to block off
the streets. The newly paved parking lot
provided the perfect dance floor and the stage.
The side door to the launder mat provided
access for the entertainers to dress and exit after
their performances.

They handed out- punch tickets that gave a free

wash after ten visits. They held contest for
dancing and rapping; no profanity thank you-
they served Bar- B-Que from Bibs and Ribs,
and they gave a way over $3500.00 in prize
money.

The laundry mat had a Cyber-Junction/internet

connection- with two computers, patrons could
surf the web while doing their laundry. They
had a food concession that served real food at a
discount for patrons.

Now it was time to initiate the master plan.

Clarence posted his, Power Point Created,

DEADLY FORCE SECURITY, sing and posted

it on the front door.

LONG TIME NO SEE

Latrieces parents decided to take a family
holiday and she and Urisa had not seen each
other for awhile. It was just as well Urisa had
found her a lover.

She was spending more time in Karate class.

The instructor was impressed by her new found
enthusiasm and was moved to show her more
advanced techniques. Urisa ate it up. She work
hard in class and then go home and jump in the
shower.

She would tell herself that what she was doing

was innocent, she couldn’t help it if she was so
sensitive she had multiple orgasms
when she took a shower.

Latriece was back form her families holiday and

they agreed to get together later that evening
and hang out. Latrience apologized for diss’n
her after the incident and she accepted the
apology and they put the whole thing in the past.

While they were out, they didn’t do just on night

spot they bounced form one local club to
another. The even went to a local fraternity set
that was off the chain.
The only bad spot was Cisco showed up and
when Urisa couldn’t find Latriece for awhile she
feared for the worst. And that’s what she found
when she found her friend.

Cisco talked Latriece into going for a ride with

him. When Latriece refused to have sex with
him he put her out about three miles for the
party.

When Urisa didn’t find La La, in the party she

called her on her cell phone. Ashamed to
answer Urisa had to call her several times before
she finally heard her friend sobbing on the other
end. Latriece told her where to pick her up.
Urisa got in her car and broke every speed limit
getting to her Latriece.

HIS WAY OR THE HIGH WAY

When she saw her walking by herself on the
side of the road she knew that her and Cisco had
unfinished business.

As Latriece explained how she had been forced

to get out of the car after she told Cisco no and
scratched his hand, when he tried to force his
fingers inside her. Hearing this only made Urisa
more determined to break cisco’s face.

Urisa drove back by the party before heading for

home on the off chance that Cisco hadn’t picked
up his friends and left yet. They were in luck.
She could feel her thighs get most at the thought
of what she was going to do this heathen.

They didn’t go back in they waited in the car for

Mr. Fingers come out. The wait wasn’t long.
Cisco he and two of partners. Cisco was joking
about how he had ditched the uptight bitch some
where back in the country.

THE WRONG SISTER

He was still laughing when Urisa hit him hard
square in the mouth. While he was grabbing his
face, punk that he was urisa brought him down
with a sweep kick. His friends were caught bY
surprise. And that was Urisa’s advantage.
That and the fact that this time Latriece was not
an innocent bystander.
When Cisco hit the ground she was on him. She
found a small rock large enough to fit her hand
and do a world of damage to pretty boy Cisco.
She wacked him in the head a couple of times
hard with the rock and then commenced to
clawing his face.

She was coming away with large clumps of

Cisco flesh under her nails, leaving deep gouges
in his now shredded face.

Seeing that Latriece had back Urisa started

batting clean up on his buddies. No they
weren’t in it but they had laughed at her friends
embarrassment.

Before the could collect them selves, she need

one in th groin. She hit him hard enough so he
wouldn’t be getting up any time soon.

The third one was not so easy. Somewhat

recovered for the initial attack. He braced
himself and managed to get in a lick that caught
Urisa behind her right ear.
It was a solid punch-and if not for the adrenalin
rushing through her veins-Urisa may have went
down. But she could feel the warmth between
her legs and the punch only made her want more
of his ass.

Before he could unleash an other hay maker,

Urisa caught him in the neck with a high side
kick

His knees buckled and she came around with a

stiff back forearm to the jaw. She finished him
off with knee to his face. Blood gushed every-
where. She knew she had broke his nose; she
felt it crunch against her knee-cap.

She was breathing hard when she look to see

Cisco and his crew on the ground. Latriece was
finishing fingers off with a stomp kick to the
balls. Ouch! He may-not-ever, be able to have
kids after that.

Other party goers were starting come out to see

what was going on. Urisa grabbed Latriece by
the arm and half drug her to the car. The motor
was still running and Urisa had the car moving
before the doors closed.

Neither said a word til they were safely in

Urisa’s Drive way. They sat there in silence for
what seemed like an hour then the both started
laughing.

Latriece started it. “Punk-ass pretty boy.” I bet

it’ll be a while before his balls heal up. At that
they broke into uncontrolled laughter.

“ Did you see his boy go down when I kicked

him in the neck?” Urisa asked. “Yea! Latriece
answered I just knew you were going down and
we were going to get our assess kicked.

Urisa almost told Latriece of the sexual

experience she felt during the battle but she
stopped short of confiding in Latriece she
figured she would understand.

This was what they’d needed to bring them back

together after the T- Real deal. They were real
friends once again. And Latriece was over
slum’n.

ITS ON

The whole thing was set. The fake robbery

would go down then the perp’s would be picked
up by Deadly Force Security. Next stop Rich
Street. Yea-Booooy, that’s the ticket.

All the patrons and passers-by of the launder-

mat were familiar with the

Deadly Force Security Logo on the front

door. It read.
“These premises protected by remote video
surveillance.
And monitored by Deadly Force Security.
Be-warned
Deadly Force Security personnel are not
trained to
apprehend or detained. Any one caught on
these premises
Unauthorized with the intent of engaging in
illegal conduct
will be dealt with by the use of lethal force.
The initial sweep of the target area had removed
the most vicious of the thugs. And most people
felt safe. The sign was seen by some as extra
hype to ward off would be robbers, and make
the patrons comfortable when washing cloths at
night.

WHAT A RUSH

The robbery went off as planned. On Saturday

around 2:00pm in the afternoon three masked
robbers burst through the door firing their
weapons and demanding every one to move to
the back of the launder mat.

While one of them stood watch at he front door

the other two went about the work. One took
care of robbing the office. The machine had just
been clean out of the overnight change. And
money was still on hand form Thursday’s take.

After collecting the booty the three exited the

shop; jumped in a waiting 1989 Chevy Caprice,
and fled heading toward the Express- Way.

They got two blocks form the Launder mat

before being stopped by the infamous Black
Van. This time there were two of them.
One blocking form the rear and the other
blocking forward movement. Several shots rand
out but the drive could be seen being pulled
form the vehicle.
As his passengers tried to flee the scene the fell
one by one all shot in the back. There was
plenty of blood from the car to mid way to the
alley. The supposed dead bodies were
unceremoniously tossed in one of the vans, and
the whole thing was over.

The police arrived to an empty street except for

the blood and a street full of people who
claimed to have seen nothing.

A JOB WELL DONE

The mercs were more accustomed to taking out

trained armed insurgent types than play acting.
But for the money Clarence was paying they
rose to the challenge. That night the evening
news attested to their acting abilities.

The anchor began with a teaser spot, “This

evening in the News” “A daring daylight
robbery on the City’s south side foiled by
masked vigilantes.” A full report when WGN,
Nightly News continues.

After the top of the hour commercial the whole

story was narrated, along with clips of
bystanders, say “it all happened so fast.” The
patrons in the launder mat could only say the
men were masked. And the left in the Caprice.

Never mind that one of the black vans had

circled around and returned every thing that was
stolen at gun point, they still had nothing to
share with the police.

KEEPING SECRETS

urisa had turned her shower into a vertical love

nest. Tinges of guilt and superstition had made
her cut back on the frequency of the sex
sessions. For a while she was at it every day.

But she found that by doing it every five or six

days she could experience orgasms of greater
intensity. And she was not relegated to just
night sessions. She could actually engage in
normal activity with out feeling tired.

To accommodate her needs she placed mat on

the bottom of the bath tub. She even hung a
plastic lounge chair mat on the back wall of the
shower; to keep form injuring her self during the
more intense episodes.

One Sunday after in her second most favorite

past time she found herself in her brothers room.
She needed to borrow his toe nail clippers. But
being nosy she decided to check out the
information on his computer.

Clarence never worried about locking his

computer he and his sister respected each others
privacy so it wasn’t a concern.
As U, began perusing his files she became more
and more amazed she found everything. And
was particularly interested in the Deadly Force
Security File. By now everyone had heard
about Deadly Force Security, and now she knew
who was behind it.
She found the bank statements there was one
that only referred to an off shore account no
number but the amounts were mind blowing.

From the bank records; the amounts, and the

dates she discovered that the prize money her
family won was not prize money at all. She
went misty eyed a bit when she realized that it
was Clarence’s money that had paid for her car.

But more interesting than that was the address

for the space her brother rented for his
operations.

Her mother and father were attending the

regular Sunday morning meeting at the
Kingdom Hall, so urisa decided to take a trip to
the east side to the South Chicago area.

Clarence was out of town for the next week.

Snow boarding or some such nonsense with a
few of his geek buddies. Urisa had some leg
work to do. She‘d found out her brother was
past being rich he was a Gasolene-Air. She
wanted to she had to know every thing there
was to know about his little covert world of
business enterprise.

She found Clarence’s keys in his file cabinet ant

used them to open the front gate. The area was
huge about 15-20 acres. There was a hanger
with a corporate jet and a long pave strip
concrete to accommodate take offs and
landings.

INSIDE THE BAT CAVE

In the immense wear house she found more
surprises. The out side was rusted and look
badly weather beaten and abandon.

But inside she found a great room with a stage

that you could hold a small concert in. The was
a larger version of a home theater that could
easily seat twenty to thirty people.
The was a recreation room with a ping pone
table a pool able all sorts of pinball and
electronic game machines. The was a full
basket ball court. A cage for batting practice,
and just every sort of relaxation device you
could imagine.

This was only half the space of the warehouse.

There was an upper level that ran around the
entire footage of the side she was on. Upstairs
there were five bedrooms that had double bunk
beds in them. There were at least ten more that
were laid out like the master suites a four star
hotel. Each room had its own shower.

There was a set of stairs the you reached by

going through the back of the center bedroom.
The door opened onto a good sized balcony and
it over looked what must have served as the
garage.
BOY TOYS

There were fast boats the place was also right on

the water. There were three black vans, an RV
that looked to be as long as a train. There were
four wheel drive vehicles and a cabinet full of
guns. All types of guns.
Most impressive were the 50 caliber machine
guns the rocket launchers and the mini guns.
Hell what was Clarence doing preparing for the
revolution.

She went down the stairs and found a small

office. In side the office she found inventory
sheets. Invoices and maintenance paper work.
She was so busy being nosey she didn’t hear the
footsteps behind her

BUSTED
Urisa’s snoop was interrupted when she found
herself caught in the python like grip of some
body’s arm around her neck. Once again her
response was explosive.

Without thinking she snapped her head back

against the attackers face, she brought her right
foot down hard on the instep of the foot that
belonged to the arm. Once she felt the grip
loosen she reared her shoulders back and started
to back peddle as fast as she could.
She felt the jolt when her and the man behind
the arm back up against the desk. She bent over
and side stepped to get his leg between her legs
and yanked straight up.

She heard the attackers head as it slammed

against the desk and he hit the floor. She sup
around and straddled his chest. She thought she
recognized him but wasn’t a bout to stop and
exchange hello’s.

Event though Urisa had taken an intense shower

this morning she could feel her nature rise she
was about to commit mayhem on this guy who
ever he was when she felt herself being lifted in
the air like a rag doll. It seemed that in the
some motion she was tossed ; like a bowling
ball out he office door and a quarter the way
across the garage floor, coming to rest against
one of the AT V’s.
Any one else would have made for the nearest
exit and never looked back. Not U,. She was in
her element and knew no fear her juices were
flowing and she was ready to war.

She didn’t stop to consider it was two of them

she came up in a three point stance and took off
like a shot heading back into the office.

Then she felt like she’d been hit by a giant

sledge hammer. 85,000 volts of raw electricity
will that effect on a body. The twin darts hit her
in her right shoulder. And at that moment she
was caught up in-the most overwhelming
delicious sexual sensation she had ever
experienced.
Instead of the racking jolts from the regular
multiple orgasm she had in the shower there was
this smooth hum. At least that’s the way it felt
on the inside. On the outside U was doing the
saint vides dance.

She black out for an instant and lost all

coherency for she didn’t know how long. She
felt like she was falling down a long dark
tunnel. Then slowly she felt her self regaining
awareness of her surroundings.

She heard a distant voice shouting “You!”

“What the hell are you doing here?” and what
the hell are you on, PCP, some type of Steroids.
Or are you just plain crazy.
You could’ve been shot. “Come on answer
me!” What the hell are you doing here?

TIME TO CONFESS

Urisa recognized Brian one of the officers form

the T-Real Beat Down. She started to cry. You
can come off that BS, no one here is going to
fall for that feminine crap not the way you go at
it.
Brian looked more than a bit ruffed up. I should
have shot you the first day I met you. And
between you and the Hulk; I lay odds ten to one
you could take him. So once again: what-are-
you-doing-here. If you know where you are you
know we don’t call the police?

Which sounded funny since he was the police.

She managed to say “this all belongs to my
brother.” “Your brother?’

Cris and Brian had met Clarence, while he and

Jerome were canvassing the neighborhood
sizing it up for the project. Clarence was
stopped for driving to slow, with the new Home
Security, guidelines; for law enforcement in
place-this once overlooked violation is a definite
no-no.

While stopped Clarence asked the officer about

the beat-down incident. Turned out that Brian
and Cris were the officers who stopped Clarence
and afer some time talking, a friendship of sorts
was forged.

“You know that was my sister that was involved

in that whole mess. I wouldn’t be so quick to let
people know that, Brian replied. But I bet you
give her a lot of room around the house.
They all laughed at that remark. As they
continued to talk and discuss the state of the
community verses the crooks. They
conversation got “man to man” real.

When it finally got around to the hypothetical

intervention of a third party law enforcement
group, both Cris and Brian, admitted that off the
record they thought it was a good idea.

The next step was easy as a signing bonus

Clarence offered each one of them a $50.000.00
signing bonus. The rest as they say was history.
Once recruited it was Cris and Brian who helped
to bring in the some of the mercs.
Both had been close to the national intelligence
community. Cris was a navy seal and Brian was
special forces. They bot spent time in
Afghanistan, before it was fashionable to be sent
to that country.
Once recruited they acted as moles in the
successful war to rid the area of the thugs and
drug-dealers. They also help coordinate the
raids that took the riff-raft off the street.
None of the mercs knew who Clarence was they
just got orders via coded email messages. And
used the off shore account to pick up their pay.

Eventually the situation relaxed and Urisa was

unbound. She made an agreement with Brian
not to come back to the spot if he would keep
her secret. With the alternative being a one way
trip to south America; they let her go relying on
her promise.

PROSPECTING FOR GOLD

Clarence figured the less anybody knew about
his business the better it was. The fabricated
robbery and apprehension was an over the top
success.

Business were paying top dollar just to have the

DEADLY FORCE SECURITY, logo and
warning posted in their windows. The initial
area were was now expanded to include portions
of the entire city.

From the far North Side suburbs to Kankakee

IL. The name in real security service was
Deadly Force Security.

He told everyone that mattered that he was off

for a weekend of snow boarding. Partly to
distract unwanted attention to his movements;
mainly because the people he was going to see
wanted it that way.
He was told that a Venture Capitalist, intrigued
by the concept of his operation wanted to sit
down and talk with him about investing in his
success. The thought of going world wide was
to much to pass up; that and a free trip to
Hawaii.

The Venture Capitalist, turned out to be CIA.

Everyone knows that legally the CIA- is
forbidden to operate with-in the geographical
boarders of the United States But the way
Clarence had his operation set p provided the
perfect covert cover.

A deal had been struck. How does ten billion

sound for a complete buyout? That was the
offer that Clarence couldn’t refuse. Of course
the money was under the table and tax free.

The front group a venture capitalist firm

acquired the same way would actually buy
Deadly Force, just incase someone government
agency needed to see the paper work.

Amalgamated Joint Ventures, transferred the

$10.000.000.000.00, into an off shore account
before Clarence could get on a plain back to
Chi-Town. He felt that notifying Cris and Brain
of the change in leader ship would be difficult.

What he didn’t know was that these two and one

of the first mercenaries he’d signed on, were the
catalyst behind the offer.
To be honest he didn’t even know what had just
happened.
All he knew was he had been bought out by
Amalgamated Joint Ventures. The rest was
irrelevant to his bank account so. There was
really no need to know.

He was generous with his cousin; Jerome

received 1.5 Billion for his support and
participation in setting up the operation. The
rest would just set in the of shore account and
draw interest.

ONE LAST STAND

In the words of an Old School Player, Urisa
was, “a damn good looking girl.” With
feminine statistics that came in at, 32"-24"-35".
Urisa could hold her own against some of the
top named female pop stars.

Long, thick black hair. Mocha, colored skin, Ice

Cream smooth skin, that made it look-like latex-
had been pored-over her, shoulders and arms.
Feminine muscular thighs over, straight knees
that flowed into well developed calf muscles
and thick ankles. All this ridding on a size 6 foot
that supported a 5'61/2" package of feminine
allure called Urisa.

Her Father was Black and Hispanic mixed.

Urisa’s Mother was Korean and French. This
diverse ethic mix combined into a uniquely-
Exotic; Oriental-European-Beauty- that, when
dressed in tight genes and a midriff top, had
caused more than one accident.

The same exclamation could be heard just

before impact in each case; “Damn Girl!” A
couple of the mishaps were caused when the
wives of the husbands who were checking it out;
either delivered a sharp rap to the back of
their husbands head or jerked their attention
away by shouting, in their husbands ears.

At least one was seen with his head being

mauled all the way into a curb side news paper
dispenser.

Her looks were the main reason she had got off
the first time Brian met her and the second time,
he let her go. It was also the reason he had
written his cell number in fine-tip magic marker
in the palm of her hand-before he escorted her
off the premises of the DFS, compound.

WE NEED BACK UP
It took a couple of days to finally get all the
magic marker out of Urisa’s skin and by then
she had Brian’s number imprinted on her brain.

Good thing he had done it that way that Monday

back at class she and Latriece heard that Cisco
and his friends were planning a gang bang.

Word was Cisco and his crew, knew who had

attacked them at the party and they were going
to kidnap the guys sisters and have a private
party.

No one at the party had been able to make out

Urisa and Latriece before they sped away in the
car. And punks that they were they were they
weren’t about let everyone know that two
“girls” had whooped that butt.

Latriece was shook. That night she had held her

own but the idea of being violated and passed
form one scrub to another, like a forty ounce,
was more than she cold endure. She broke out
in hives and was in bed for two days.

Urisa was not intimidated she was always up for

a good fight and with pretty boy Cisco and his
girls as the opposition she was giddy with the
idea of another shot at kicking some tail.

However after seeing what the thought of be

rapped did to Latriece she had second thoughts.
That’s when she decided to call Brian.

She let him know that she needed his help but
she had to be in on the show.

She wanted Latriece to be in on the preemptive

strike but she knew if she told her about int that
would never happen.

THE SET UP

First she and Brian staked out Cisco’s house

Urisa remembered where he stayed. So she and
Brian got together for phase one of operation
Cisco.

Brian got one of the black vans form the

compound and picked Urisa up in the Orlando
Park shopping mall in the South West, suburbs
of Chicago.

They waited for Cisco in the Van. Both were

dressed in black Ninja attire. They had a plan
and here signals worked out. When they saw
Cisco heading home around two in the morning.
Urisa got out of the van and use the alley to go
around and get behind him.

She had to run to make sure he didn’t reach his

apartment building before she could catch up
with him. When Brian saw enter 87th street he
started the van. Lights out and motor running
he waited for Urisa to make her move.

Five buildings form Cisco’s spot, in crape soul

shoes Urisa started her move. She half jogged
and half sprinted to catch up with Cisco she was
moving like a freight train, she was no more
than five feet form him when she called his
name. “Hey Cisco-you Punk!”
Cisco spun around, more startled than ready to
fight. His reaction was just what they figured it
would be. He spun around just before Urisa
made contact. She lowered her right shoulder
like a line backer and used her momentum to lift
Cisco off he ground.
Her forward momentum and speed compensated
for the, 60lbs difference in weight.

Brian had pulled away form the corner and was

easing up to a position between tow parked cars
where he figured Urisa would make contact
with Cisco.

Urisa could hear the wind being knocked out of

Cisco as she drove her shoulder into his mid-
section. Not missing a stride she hoisted him
off his feet mad a slight turn to the right and
dived into the van.

She quickly turned and slide the van door

closed. Cisco was trying to catch his breath.
His eyes were closed and he was doubled over.
Urisa forced fed him some Rum and Coke,
laced with GHB.

The date rape drug would keep Cisco out till

they got him set up in the phase two of the
operation. They had to get the other two
members of the crew and they needed
information form Cisco to do that.
The mercs had an old carpet soaked in urine and
feces form the big cat venue at he Zoo. They
rolled hoods in it and used it to convince
captives they wanted to talk. That they were in
the Zoo in the big cat cage and about to be eaten
if they didn’t comply with demands.

In this case, when Cisco woke he was hooded

and gaging on the stench form the hood when
Brian- with his voice disguised-started the
questioning. Glad to see your still alive Mr.
Cisco. Where are Abe Bad Boy? Cisco could
hear what he thought were the low growls of the
big cats.

I know you can hear that we’ve got you here in

the Lincoln Park Zoo’s Tiger cage. And Simba
is hungry, so you’ll either tell us what we need
to know, or we’ll feed you to the Tiger.

The psychological influence of the hood the

stench and the noise, made Cisco pea his pants.
He did not hesitate, I’ll tell you I’ll tell you.

You’re go to do more than tell us Cisco, you’re

going to call them up tell them you got some off
the hook Chronic-a couple of freaks on the
hook-and you’ll be by to pick them up where we
tell you.

Abe and Bad Boy, were right where Cisco told

them to meet him, in front of the launder mat.
Cisco was sitting in the front passenger seat of
the van. He was so afraid that he was offering
no resistance to setting up his friends.
The door of the van opened and a cloud of
smoke wafted the door. Damn that smells like
good weed Bad Boy commented. The bitches
are in the back Cisco said pointing to the rear of
the van.

Bad Boy and Abe didn’t need any real

encouragement to enjoy a free high and a couple
of freaks. But when they got inside what they
found was quite different.

Two men with guns were waiting in the

darkness. What the hell is going on Pretty boy.
Abe was ready to throw down but the 9
millimeter, automatics had him froze in time.

Sit down and shut up that was the only thing

they heard. Their hands were cuffed and they
drugged and hooded before they knew what was
happening.

After contacting Abe and Big Boy urisa had

picked up Latriece, only when they met up with
Brian did she tell her what was going down and
that they were going to deal with the rape threat
before it became a bad memory.

Latriece’s job was easy all she had to do was

drive. Urisa and Brian would take care of the
hard parts.
Cisco and his crew were considered unfinished
business. They had moved out of the target with
their thug activities but they were still making
life bad for other law abiding citizens, so this
was just a continued episode as far as Brian was
concern.

He managed to get the, Hard Core-Deadly Force

personnel to mount up for this project.

The plane was warmed up and once through the

gate Latriece was instructed to drive right up to
the open side door.

They hustled Cisco and his friends into the

plane and it took off. Latriece was silent with
astonishment once again her friend was showing
her a side of herself that she would not have
imagined.

The crew fitted the trio with their free

parachutes. The plane descended and re-fulled
somewhere in, Mexico this was necessary so
that they could return no stop once they had
delivered their cargo.
The only other job Latriece had was to
personally shove Cisco out of the plane.

She shoved him but in a state of panic he had

managed to turn enough to grab her wrist, and
all most pulled her out of plane with him. It
took Urisa and Brian to get her back in side the
plane.

For a brief moment she was fully out side the

craft and if not for Brian’s quick thinking, she
and Urisa would have joined cisco and his crew.
When Latriece was yanked out of the plane
Urisa had grabbed her by her belt and held on
for deal life. Lying with both her arms over the
threshold she could not pull Latriece back in.

Brain laid down on top of Urisa. His arms were

a bit longer so he grabbed Latriece by her wrists
and stated pulling her up. Straddling Urisa’s
back he rose to his knees, then to his feet and
pulled Latriece completely in side the plane.

After setting Latriece down he picked Urisa up

of the floor of the plane closed the door and the
headed for home.
The tension form the unexpected sky walk had
Lartriece, catatonic again. It had been an
exhausting operation. Especially for U and
Brain.

Latriece agreed to participate because assured

that they wouldn’t be killing any one. But
hanging out of the plane that way was a little to
close to edge for her.

Urisa figured they wouldn’t be talking for a

while but at least they didn’t have to worry
about being jumped some night and being held
as love slaves for a bunch of scrubs.

First the dropped Latriece off then Brian took

Urisa to pick up her car. Urisa drove home to
tired to even think past getting the bed and
going to sleep.

She normally would have been looking forward

to a nice hot shower, but her last date with her
own imagination had put her on the sex wagon.

RIDE THE LIGHTING

Still hyped for the experience with the Tazer;

she stopped on the way home and picked up a
small pocket sized, Stun Gun.
She waited till after she took her shower and
that’s when she rode the lightning for the second
time that day.

She’d dried of and propped herself up on

pillows on her bed. She opened her robe
exposing her naked body. She couldn’t help but
notice the bruises form the manhandling she
took at the compound.

She decided to use a spot that was already

discolored to experiment with her new toy. She
place the Stun Gun against her leg and tensed in
anticipation. She was not disappointed, even
though she’d had two giant orgasms, that day,
she felt her juices start to flow as the
convulsions whipped through her body. The
one thing she didn’t count on was the
contraction of her muscles. The fact that she
wouldn’t be able to shut the gun off once she
pushed the button.

Oh booooy, whoooose yoooour daaaaaaady

noooooow? Momma never said it be like this.
She got more of a jolt than she wanted. The
convulsions became so violent the Stun-gun was
finally flung out of her hand. Afterward, Urisa
lay limp and spent on the bed for the next five
hours.
A little scary- but boy what a ride. She got out
of the bed to take a quick shower and clean up.
She turned on the light and glanced in the
mirror. That’s when she saw her face. The right
side was twisted at the corner of the mouth as if
she had, had a seizure.

She looked like the daughter of Hunch Back.

She tried to massage it out then she noticed that
her right hand was curled up like a claw.

She shrieked ran jumped back in the bed and

began to pray. Please God. I so sorry I know I
was masturbating and if you forgive me for this
sin I promise never ever to touch my self again.

She fell asleep praying. When she woke the

next morning she snuck up on the mirror but
was relieved to see her muscles had relaxed and
she looked like her self again.

Needless to say that was the end of the showers

and riding the lightning if she never got married
she would never have another sexual experience
in her life.
That summer was pretty uneventful. It took a
month for Latriece to come back to herself and
she would often ask Urisa if she thought about
Cisco, Abe and Bad boy.
Urisa would tell her that if they had been human
she would have some compassion but since they
were animals- the only thing she thought about
was how much luck they maybe having trying to
rape one of those giant Anacondas.

The Markus family received, another

sweepstakes entry form in the mail. This time
Urisa intercepted it, filled it out and submitted
it. About three weeks later she got a certified
check in mail for $500,000,000,00. She kept
$100,000,000.00 and gave the rest to her mom
and dad.

Clarence never showed any interest other than

to say how lucky the family was. The family
was happy and so was he.

Brian called every now and then looking for a

date but Urisa was determined-not to get caught
up in the man trap- till after she was out of
school and had her own home-and successful
business.

She had, had the best sex in the world and if she
ever decided to go back on her promise to
God; she knew where to get the best sex in
town, in her bed room in the nigh stand.

Deadly Force Security

belonged to the whole world now and for
better of worse in was here to stay.