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I kissed Lucy then thanked Ingrid for her efforts and sat down to eat. I pretty much told Lucy about the operation and how I was so disappointed in the results. Yes, we had confiscated more than $50,000 worth of drugs and had eliminated a gang presence in our community, but we had also killed six human beings. Criminals they were, but they were also sons and grandsons and brothers. Innocent people were impacted and hurt—emotionally, if not physically. I walked into Police Headquarters with Max to find Hardcore that Sgt. Ed Sulkowitz had taken the initiative to set up the conference room for the press conference. Daryl had beaten me to the station by less than ten minutes. He, Dan, and I reviewed the operation and the photos that the crime scene technicians from the county had taken. They were black and white for the most part because they were taken at night when black and white photos are much clearer. Only in the house were they in color. Several of the most critical were those that showed most of the broken glass on the front porch and on the ground on the other sides of the house. That showed clearly that they had shot first. We also had an audio tape and we could hear the rapid fire of the AK’s for several minutes before the first thunderous boom of the twelve gauge shotguns responded. We strode into the room to find newspaper and TV reporters waiting there for us. I gave a brief—very brief—statement about gathering intelligence about drug sales and arresting the four en route to the high school before attempting to arrest those in the house. I described the audio tapes and played snippets that we felt were significant before answering questions. “Chief Cahill, how did you gather those conversations? Weren’t they inside the house?” “We had a set of hidden microphones nearby. I won’t tell you where, but I will tell you that everything we recorded could be easily heard from outside the house. Many of the conversations occurred on the front porch where any passerby could hear what was being said. They weren’t exactly hiding their intentions.” “Chief, would you say that this was one of your most successful Hairy operations?” “No…I wouldn’t. I never feel that a raid or other operation that results in the death of even one person to be successful. We arrested four gang members who were on their way to the high school to sell drugs asian without a shot fired and without even a single injury. That was a success. I tried to get the remaining gang members to surrender, but instead they started shooting. More than 800 shell casings were retrieved from the house and you heard that we waited for several minutes before returning fire. I know that I shot my shotgun exactly six times and I doubt that any of the men shot much more. Of course, we practice regularly at Big Boobs the county range while I doubt that gang members ever practice.” “Chief Cahill, is this the end of gang activity in your city?” “I hope so, but one never knows. I don’t pretend that I can read the future. Bascomb’s Landing is japanese a wonderful small city and we encourage people of all races and religions to live here, but we have no tolerance of gangs or any of their activities.” There were a few more questions, but they were more about our procedures than anything directly involved in the raid on the gang’s house. Later in the day we did hear from the man who owned the house, complaining about the damage that had been done. “Okay, so sue the Bloods. Because of what happened but what I knew of her as an attorney, I presented an asian absurd employment option to you, Grace. I’m going japanese to cum!” Gia whimpered desperately, Layla’s luscious lips, swirling tongue and searching finger combined with the absolutely unbelievable view of Lacy’s conquest proving to be Big Boobs too much for her to continue. “Tits, sit on my Hardcore cock. Even his voice was you. “Just a moment,” I said, and I ran to the bathroom to get the baby oil. She just talked and talked. I laughed. just because you touched me. It's an automatic reaction that happens to everyone." When we reached my car, I opened the passenger door. Yes. Scott's wife said as her husband Hairy rose to tuck Cassy into bed. He was headed for his room when he saw my door open and made a sudden stop. They didn't know we were in there together.” Her flesh convulsed harder. It feels amazing. Max strode away, a secret smile playing about his lips. I looked back at her, confused. Their feet smacked on the hallway floor ats they rushed at me. A growing swell of them flooded towards us. This time it wasn’t raining and we weren’t carrying any rucksacks and we had slipped our sandals off so it was a much more manageable walk.