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TROOPS: NEW YORK
CHASING A MADMAN
NEW YORK CITY, NEW YORK
An Imperial Shuttle took off from a Star Destroyer hovering near Earth. Inside, the pilot was unsure how people on the ground would react to his passenger.
"New York Command. This is ST-321, code clearance Blue. We're starting our approach. What site is good to land?"
"Landing instructions will be given once we have confirmed your code clearance." A controller on the ground reviewed the shuttle's code as his commander walked into the room.
"The President's in his office. Why is a shuttle arriving under a priority clearance?" The commander said.
"ST-321, who is your passenger?" He asked the pilot.
"Grand Moff, or at least she was one several years ago. She said only the Pietts, the Felths, and the President knew she was coming." Came the reply. The commander turned to the controllers.
"Clear them for Manhattan."
"ST-321, you are clear to land in Manhattan."
"We're starting our approach." The commander watched the shuttle arrive on a monitor.
"Inform Colonel Felth that the shuttle he's waiting for has arrived."
"Yes, Sir." The controller picked up a phone and dialed a number.
NEW YORK CITY MULTIPLE THREAT ALERT CENTER (MTAC)
FBI Special Agent Michael Myers was in the middle of an intense conference with a guy at NCIS he wished he could jump through the screen and snap the neck of.
"We have instructions for making a dirty bomb, we have a list of terrorists that survived that Imperial fighter strike on their base, we have members of that group with ties to New York. Why are you being difficult?"
"Agent Myers, our intelligence has nothing on this group. The Empire jumped the gun on them using intelligence supplied by Mossad."
"Seems to me that Mossad served you a terrorist cell on a silver platter and you didn't want it so they handed it off to the Empire."
"We also know you have a personal stake in the matter of this group." The man cut Michael off.
"I know what you just tried to do. You want to be a jackass, expect to hear from Director Vance. If you're lucky, Vance won't fire you after a dirty bomb goes off in this city." Michael cut the transmission and turned to Colonel Tevin Felth.
"The only reason they went after Saleem Ulman is because Gibbs was going to do it without Vance authorizing it." Michael told him.
"Bureaucracy in action. In the meantime, I guess we could lean on their connections here." Tevin said.
"Do it, and I'll see to it that Gibbs gets copies of everything." Michael snickered as Tevin grinned. Both men knew that Leroy Jethro Gibbs wasn't a bureaucrat and didn't care who's agendas he messed up. Michael and Tevin left the room as a soldier ran up to them.
"There's a woman here looking for Colonel Felth." He said.
"I didn't think you were one to leave kids on other planets." Michael said.
"She came off a shuttle from the fleet. She was surprised to hear that you were a Colonel." The soldier said.
"Where is she?"
"I left her at your desk. She's a bit confused if you ask me. Said something about the Red Guards."
"The Red Guard became the Black Suit Guard after the mess with The Emperor. Rommel felt that it was a trace of the old Empire and the Red Guards stood out too much on the streets." Tevin and Michael walked back to the main squadroom. Tevin's visitor sat at his desk looking over the various things on it.
"Wanda?" Tevin said in surprise.
"Tevin Felth. Look at you, a Colonel." Wanda Houston, the Empire's last Grand Moff stood up and allowed Tevin to sit.
"Why wasn't she put in Piett's office?" Tevin said to the soldier.
"She insisted she wait out here." He said.
"Piett works here?" Houston asked.
"Oh yeah. He got along great with Khayman." Tevin said as Michael cleared his throat.
"Forgive me. Grand Moff Houston, Michael Myers. Khayman was killed by The Emperor about a year or so ago."
"It's Wanda. Grand Moff's don't exist anymore I've been told." She told Michael. Wanda sat down at the desk across from Tevin's desk. She noticed Richie Terrik's name was on it.
"Who came up with this bright idea?"
"Khayman had free reign to do whatever he wanted here. He was our version of Hillary Clinton among other positions of that level. But, it's worked out. Last fight in here was a food fight." Tevin said.
"Next one, I start throwing corn on the cob at you people." Michael said.
"Tevin is a behavior problem?" Wanda asked.
"Piett slapped him my first day here."
"Because Tommy Doyle baited me into mentioning Colonel Thompson. It just happened again." Tevin said as Michael head-slapped him. Miguel Chavez walked in.
"What did you find out?" Michael asked.
"Max is in the lab with some chemicals we recovered from that apartment that we recovered that hard drive from. It'll be about an hour or so."
"Make that 30 minutes, and tell Walertin to get away from my wife before a head-slap is the least of his worries. Where's Lavi?" Michael said.
"In the lab, translating the bottles and comparing them to the list of ingredients. It's all written in Arabic. Max is probably there annoying Derik." Miguel said and sat down.
"Maybe you should wait in Piett's office. Richie's gonna want to use his desk." Tevin said to Wanda.
"I should tell him and your dad that I'm here." She said.
"Soldier, take her to Admiral Piett's office." Miguel said to a man in a dress.
"This thing works here?" Wanda asked.
"Klinger. Where's your uniform?" Tevin asked.
"In my locker. Colonel Terrik sent me to let you know he arrested a guy who was buying a ton of chemicals from a store. Owner called PD, PD referred it here."
"Go help him with his prisoner and get changed. Radar." Tevin said as a Sergeant appeared out of nowhere.
"Show our visitor to Admiral Piett's office and inform General Felth that she's here." He said.
"Well there's no point in me saying it." Tevin said earning a confused stare from Wanda as she followed the sergeant. Tevin and Miguel looked at each other and then at Michael who was sipping a cup of coffee.
"You two, give those BOLOs to every store in the city that sells anything that can be used to make bombs and any chemicals that can be used to make dirty bombs." He said as Tevin and Miguel pulled a pile of papers off of a printer.
BLEEKER STREET
Tevin and Miguel sat in Tevin's truck watching for anything out of the ordinary.
"Think they'll do anything?" Miguel asked.
"Once they find a target. They'll set a plan in motion." Tevin replied.
"Who was that woman? She seemed surprised by recent developments."
"The last Grand Moff ever."
"Who knows she's in town?"
"The office, my dad, the President, and the fleet." Three men walked into a hardware store as they talked.
"Tev, three middle eastern men walked into a hardware store." Miguel said.
"A.J. where are you?" Tevin said into the radio.
"Got troops heading to you now." Came the reply. Tevin and Miguel got out of the truck and walked into the store.
"Kelly's been on my butt all week about fixing the leaking faucet in the kitchen." Tevin said as he looked for plumbing supplies.
"Kitchen sink faucet." Miguel pointed to a shelf with an assortment of faucets on it as Tevin's phone beeped.
"Yeah, tell your sister I'm looking at them right now." He said to who Miguel assumed was A.J.
"You want to do it? She's still upset with me over the dishwasher blowing up." Tevin winked at Miguel. The three men gave the two Imperials a passing glance. Tevin switched to texting as Miguel began looking for something else.
"I wonder if I can find a toilet flapper in here. I've been after my super for a week to fix it." The three men gathered pipes and boxes of screws and nails. Miguel nodded to Tevin.
"Take them outside." Tevin replied and texted the info to A.J. They all paid for their purchases and left. Tevin and Miguel put their things in the truck as the three men walked by and then decided to take off in a hurry.
"Crud, A.J. we've been make. Take them down." Tevin shouted into the radio. The three men shouted in Arabic but it was too late as a squad of white-armored Stormtroopers blocked their path.
"Get on the ground. Hands on your heads." Captain Anthony Rivers said to the men and motioned for the Stormtroopers to cuff the men as Tevin and Miguel ran up to them.
"You guys in the pipe bomb business?" Tevin asked.
"We're not saying anything." One of them said.
"That's too bad. You're all under arrest for purchasing bomb-making materials. You do not have the right to remain silent. You do not have the right to an attorney. One will not be appointed to you. Do you understand these rights you don't have?" Tevin asked.
Kelsey Myers ran into the squadroom clearly hyped on caffeine. She practically tackled Michael to the floor.
"Kelsey, do that at home please." Michael said trying not to crack up.
"I have something, well Derik has something. Also, Tevin and Miguel arrested three guys buying pipes, nails, and screws at a hardware store. Anyway, Derik found a shipment of explosives being brought into Newark today. Guess where it's coming from?" She said.
"Some country that does business with terrorists. And those guys at the hardware store are probably connected in some way to the explosives." Michael told her as Derik entered followed by Max.
"Mossad has been tracking this shipment from purchase to transport to the US. They operate out of Somalia, remnants of the cell once led by Saleem Ulman until NCIS took him out. Ulman's cell was regrouping until our TIE Fighter strike against them was ordered by Admiral Piett." Derik said.
"Put the three guys in Interrogation and get warrants for wherever they live." Max said earning an instant head-slap from Michael.
"What did I say wrong?"
"Put them in separate rooms, and search their homes anyway. Rule Number 1, never let suspects stay together. I gotta go get ready to play one of my favorite games." Michael said and left after he gave Kelsey a giant cup of Caf-Pow.
"Musical Interrogation Rooms." She said to Derik and Max as Tyler Markem and Richie Terrik walked in.
"What did we miss?" Richie asked.
"Got a Gramd Moff in Piett's office and we're about to play Musical Interrogation Rooms which is one of Myers' favorite games." Max said.
"Well, we've got another guy for Interrogation." Tyler said.
"Too many people for Interrogation and not enough Interrogation Rooms." Kelsey said between sips.
Wanda sat the couch in Piett's office waiting for him to arrive. While there she began looking through a newspaper that was left on the desk, but put it down within minutes after seeing the latest political scandal that took up at least 3 pages. She then picked up a magazine and flipped through a few pages before Firmus Piett entered.
"I took that from Walertin because I found it extremely offensive to the female personnel here." He said.
"When did this conduct unbecoming of Imperial Officers begin?" She asked him and put the magazine in the trash.
"When Mr. Franks arrived to replace Master Khayman and allowed free-flowing liquor and spirits." Piett told her a hint of contempt in his voice.
"I guess Khayman had this place ran tight?"
"They behaved. He instilled a fear in them that only Lord Vader was capable of doing. Myers I'm hoping can do the same."
"I heard about the food fight thing. Does Tevin's dad know I'm here?" She asked him.
"He's on his way over. His office is a bit cluttered right now. He's working on something with Colonel Pratchard regarding the AT-AT design between court sessions." Piett said.
"And this one isn't?" She pointed at the collection of newspapers and magazines on the table next to the couch.
"Yesterday's newspapers and a few other magazines I've taken from people that shouldn't be having them in here. That will be removed once I find someone to clean it out."
"The guy in the dress? What exactly does he do here?" She looked over a model of the Super Star Destroyer that sat on his desk and then picked up a picture of Piett and his son.
"I'm not sure what he does here myself. I think he works with the prisoners or something in that department. Michael has the fleet now so I can work down here. He was Tevin's first partner here."
"Who was Tevin's partner before Terrik? Mikey Piett or the guy that wears dresses?" Wanda asked.
"Michael was Tevin's previous partner before he was paired with Terrik. However, we've been playing what I would describe as Musical Partners lately. That's why I understand that Tevin went out with Miguel." Firmus looked at something on his computer as Wanda continued to look through the collection of magazines. The quiet of the office was soon disrupted by a pair of twin teenagers barging in.
"We can't find Joe, but the Mess Sergeant burnt dinner real bad and it is not our fault." One of them said.
"Where is Colonel Felth?"
"He's in Interrogation and dad always told us that Rule Number 22 was never, ever interrupt an Interrogation." The other one told Piett. Wanda looked up from the magazine she was reading.
"These two wouldn't be?" She began to ask.
"His oldest were twins." Piett said as if knowing that she was asking if the twins standing in front of her were in fact the Khayman twins.
"I'm Jeremy, the polite and intelligent one. This is Jake, he's the prankster." The one that said never interrupt an interrogation said. Wanda shook the teenager's hand.
"I see your dad raised you well." Jeremy smiled.
"Jacob, no palm buzzers." Piett said as Jake put his hand into his pocket.
"Dad always said he'd greet the Imperials that gave him so much trouble with one." Jake protested.
"He never gave me one." Piett said.
"That's because Mike let the air out of Marcus' tires before you got here and give him an Ex-Lax cake for his birthday which Sylvia ended up eating before anyone else could have some after he gave Mike a can of spring snakes. Remember when he nailed Marcus' shoes to the floor or put superglue on his chair?" Jake said.
"I was like 6 and sick 75% of the time. Do you remember that like you remember dad's best pranks? I thought dad put superglue on Mike's chair after finding out about the Ex-Lax cake." Jeremy said.
"I'm actually glad we ended that illegal war. Sounds like your dad was more dangerous that our Intel had thought he was. Nailing shoes to the floor, spring snakes, flattened tires, and superglue." Wanda said trying not to laugh.
"He was dangerous because he was that unpredictable. Anyone who would do that to his own friends. I shudder to think about what he did to our own troops. Besides slapping them on the head of course. Which Myers seems to do as well." Piett told them.
"The swimsuit edition." Jake picked up a magazine off the table. Wanda snatched it away from him.
"Admiral Piett get this filth out of this building at once. Is there anything that can be eaten in here?" She snapped causing Piett to flinch as Jake snickered.
"There's food in the fridge across from where Tevin and Richie sit unless Sylvia was in there recently. But, Firmus took away her passcard and put Joe in charge of issuing them because $50 could get you one from Radar. If it has a name on it, then it belongs to someone here." Jeremy said as he pulled Jake out of the office and Wanda followed them hoping that whatever food wasn't provided by Imperial cooks was decent enough to eat.