Disclaimer: I do not own "Walker, Texas Ranger" or any
characters thereof. Lieutenant Graff, however, is of my own
imagination.
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Chapter 2: "That's the LAW."
The yellow coroner's bag zipped up over Valentine's
bloody head and he was lifted onto the coroner's vehicle. It
was close to midnight when the body was wheeled away and
Walker, Trivettte, and Graff were still there.
Walker said, "I don't know. Could be anyone embezzling
the funds."
"Yeah, but who would want Valentine dead?" Trivette
asked.
Graff spoke, "We have to question each and every person
who has access to the bank accounts."
"You feel like taking care of that, Graff? Alex expects
me home," Walker said. No one was allowed to leave the bank
and the people were all irritable.
Graff smiled. "No, I don't mind. Trivette, want to stay
and help me?"
"Can't it wait until tomorrow?" Trivette said.
"You know, I could order you to," the lieutenant said.
"Point taken. I'll stay and help," Trivette said.
"Excellent. Walker, take care. Tell Alex I said hi."
Walker chuckled. "I'll do that." He turned and just as
he got to the exit he turned around, smiling. "Oh, Graff.
Don't be too hard on Trivette." Walker exited the bank.
Graff chuckled and turned back to Trivette. "Let's get
started. Everyone has access to the accounts including the
tellers. Leave no one out, question everyone. I'll start
with the higher-ups, you start with the tellers."
"Graff, we're going to be here until morning. It's
insane. We don't do things in the Rangers the way you did in
the FBI. Let's leave it until tomorrow. You shouldn't have
made them stay anyway."
Graff looked thoughtful. "Perhaps you are correct. I apologize." Graff turned to the people in the bank and told them
that they may go home, but they would still be expected to
report to work the next day. They all agreed and filed out
of the door one by one. The security guard followed Trivette
and Graff and he locked the door.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Graff had sold his Dodge Ram the week before the bank
incident and bought a nineteen-sixty-nine Dodge Charger with
a 440 Big Block Hemi and a racing transmission. He took a
day off and painted his badge on either door two days before
the bank predicament. Also he put on a whole new body that
was bulletproof like Walker's truck. It was the fastest car
in the Ranger's force and with the Ranger's work that could
be a good thing.
The Charger rumbled into Ranger Headquarters and Graff
parked in his parking spot, got out, and entered the
building.
In the office Graff sat at his desk and started his
paperwork after he got his coffee.
"Hey, Walker," Graff called.
"Yeah?"
"They always say about the glamour of the local law
enforcement sector, but they never tell you about the
paperwork," Graff said sourly.
"Local? Our jurisdiction is the state of Texas," Walker
said.
"My jurisdiction used to be all fifty states," Graff
reminded. The FBI had seemed like a good job to Graff, and
it was. He had seen all fifty states. Encountered things
that State and local law enforcement couldn't even handle
together. Graff had seen gruesome deaths that almost made
him vomit. He had seen more drugs than the Dallas Cowboys of
old. He didn't have any paperwork in his seven years in the
Federal Bureau of Investigation, but as soon as he came to
state law enforcement he had paperwork.
Trivette walked in with a sheet of paper in his hand
and said, urgently, "We have a problem. A hijacking turned
bad. Five armed men hijacked an armored car heading from the
Terrant County Bank."
Graff was grabbing his hat as he said, "That goes past
the lines of embezzlement." They rushed out of the door with
Rangers Sydney Cooke and Francis Gage following them.
"You lead, Walker. We'll follow you," Gage said as they
closed the Company B door.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Walker's Ram led the way followed by Graff's Charger and
then Gage in Trivette's Mustang. They were heading to the
highway where the armored car was speeding towards state
lines to go into Mexico.
Graff beeped at Walker and when Walker didn't speed up
Graff passed him and sped up to at least one-hundred fifty
miles per hour.
"Graff," Walker said through the CB radio.
"Yeah, Walker?" Graff said, pushing the accelerator
down more.
"Could you slow down a bit?"
Graff smiled. "Could you speed up a bit?"
Trivette laughed. "Yeah, Walker. This thing will go
that fast."
Walker floored the accelerator and caught up to Graff
and Trivette gave the instructions to Graff of where to go
so they would come up behind the car.
The armored car was loaded down with the bank's things
and was going as fast as it could and then suddenly it slid
to its side and so did its escorts. The three Ranger cars
stopped and stood in the crux of their opened doors to be
ready for the firefight that was coming.
It started with automatic fire from the robbers and
return fire from Graff's shot-gun. Then it mounted up to
defening proportions. When it was clear they were going to
lose one robber popped up with a LAW rocket launcher-"If I
can see you, I can kill you, that's the LAW"- and fired it.
It was so sudden that the Rangers didn't know what happened
until Trivette's Mustang blew up, and with it Gage and
Sydney. The robbers slipped into their cars and drove away
in the confusion, but they had Lieutenant Graff on their
tails and he stayed that way until the robbers made a fatal
mistake of letting Graff shoot out their tires.
"Walker, Walker, are you there?" Graff called on the CB
minutes later.
"Yeah, Graff, go ahead," Walker said solemnly.
"I've got the local police down here bringing the
robbers back up north. I'm on my way back now. Did you," he
paused, "find them?"
"No, they must've been," he let the thought trail off.
"I hear you," Graff said and set the mic down and drove
back up north. It was a solemn occasion. Gage and Sydney
didn't even know what hit them and they were both dead now.
Graff never particularly liked them. He was more worried
about the insurance on Trivette's car going through.
Forensics were called out once again and roads were blocked.
This time it was for Rangers death, and not a robber. That
didn't happen often.
characters thereof. Lieutenant Graff, however, is of my own
imagination.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Chapter 2: "That's the LAW."
The yellow coroner's bag zipped up over Valentine's
bloody head and he was lifted onto the coroner's vehicle. It
was close to midnight when the body was wheeled away and
Walker, Trivettte, and Graff were still there.
Walker said, "I don't know. Could be anyone embezzling
the funds."
"Yeah, but who would want Valentine dead?" Trivette
asked.
Graff spoke, "We have to question each and every person
who has access to the bank accounts."
"You feel like taking care of that, Graff? Alex expects
me home," Walker said. No one was allowed to leave the bank
and the people were all irritable.
Graff smiled. "No, I don't mind. Trivette, want to stay
and help me?"
"Can't it wait until tomorrow?" Trivette said.
"You know, I could order you to," the lieutenant said.
"Point taken. I'll stay and help," Trivette said.
"Excellent. Walker, take care. Tell Alex I said hi."
Walker chuckled. "I'll do that." He turned and just as
he got to the exit he turned around, smiling. "Oh, Graff.
Don't be too hard on Trivette." Walker exited the bank.
Graff chuckled and turned back to Trivette. "Let's get
started. Everyone has access to the accounts including the
tellers. Leave no one out, question everyone. I'll start
with the higher-ups, you start with the tellers."
"Graff, we're going to be here until morning. It's
insane. We don't do things in the Rangers the way you did in
the FBI. Let's leave it until tomorrow. You shouldn't have
made them stay anyway."
Graff looked thoughtful. "Perhaps you are correct. I apologize." Graff turned to the people in the bank and told them
that they may go home, but they would still be expected to
report to work the next day. They all agreed and filed out
of the door one by one. The security guard followed Trivette
and Graff and he locked the door.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Graff had sold his Dodge Ram the week before the bank
incident and bought a nineteen-sixty-nine Dodge Charger with
a 440 Big Block Hemi and a racing transmission. He took a
day off and painted his badge on either door two days before
the bank predicament. Also he put on a whole new body that
was bulletproof like Walker's truck. It was the fastest car
in the Ranger's force and with the Ranger's work that could
be a good thing.
The Charger rumbled into Ranger Headquarters and Graff
parked in his parking spot, got out, and entered the
building.
In the office Graff sat at his desk and started his
paperwork after he got his coffee.
"Hey, Walker," Graff called.
"Yeah?"
"They always say about the glamour of the local law
enforcement sector, but they never tell you about the
paperwork," Graff said sourly.
"Local? Our jurisdiction is the state of Texas," Walker
said.
"My jurisdiction used to be all fifty states," Graff
reminded. The FBI had seemed like a good job to Graff, and
it was. He had seen all fifty states. Encountered things
that State and local law enforcement couldn't even handle
together. Graff had seen gruesome deaths that almost made
him vomit. He had seen more drugs than the Dallas Cowboys of
old. He didn't have any paperwork in his seven years in the
Federal Bureau of Investigation, but as soon as he came to
state law enforcement he had paperwork.
Trivette walked in with a sheet of paper in his hand
and said, urgently, "We have a problem. A hijacking turned
bad. Five armed men hijacked an armored car heading from the
Terrant County Bank."
Graff was grabbing his hat as he said, "That goes past
the lines of embezzlement." They rushed out of the door with
Rangers Sydney Cooke and Francis Gage following them.
"You lead, Walker. We'll follow you," Gage said as they
closed the Company B door.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Walker's Ram led the way followed by Graff's Charger and
then Gage in Trivette's Mustang. They were heading to the
highway where the armored car was speeding towards state
lines to go into Mexico.
Graff beeped at Walker and when Walker didn't speed up
Graff passed him and sped up to at least one-hundred fifty
miles per hour.
"Graff," Walker said through the CB radio.
"Yeah, Walker?" Graff said, pushing the accelerator
down more.
"Could you slow down a bit?"
Graff smiled. "Could you speed up a bit?"
Trivette laughed. "Yeah, Walker. This thing will go
that fast."
Walker floored the accelerator and caught up to Graff
and Trivette gave the instructions to Graff of where to go
so they would come up behind the car.
The armored car was loaded down with the bank's things
and was going as fast as it could and then suddenly it slid
to its side and so did its escorts. The three Ranger cars
stopped and stood in the crux of their opened doors to be
ready for the firefight that was coming.
It started with automatic fire from the robbers and
return fire from Graff's shot-gun. Then it mounted up to
defening proportions. When it was clear they were going to
lose one robber popped up with a LAW rocket launcher-"If I
can see you, I can kill you, that's the LAW"- and fired it.
It was so sudden that the Rangers didn't know what happened
until Trivette's Mustang blew up, and with it Gage and
Sydney. The robbers slipped into their cars and drove away
in the confusion, but they had Lieutenant Graff on their
tails and he stayed that way until the robbers made a fatal
mistake of letting Graff shoot out their tires.
"Walker, Walker, are you there?" Graff called on the CB
minutes later.
"Yeah, Graff, go ahead," Walker said solemnly.
"I've got the local police down here bringing the
robbers back up north. I'm on my way back now. Did you," he
paused, "find them?"
"No, they must've been," he let the thought trail off.
"I hear you," Graff said and set the mic down and drove
back up north. It was a solemn occasion. Gage and Sydney
didn't even know what hit them and they were both dead now.
Graff never particularly liked them. He was more worried
about the insurance on Trivette's car going through.
Forensics were called out once again and roads were blocked.
This time it was for Rangers death, and not a robber. That
didn't happen often.
