Flashback
*Chicago, illinois*
CJ, who is in his police uniform, was sitting in the passenger side of his black disguised police van doing some few written work on the clipboard while having his window down to have some air. He is waiting for his police partner to come out from Dunkin Donuts with their separate box of munchkins. A few cops pulled up at the store to get some big helping of donuts and large coffees while some took the time to talk to him.
CJ sat plainly in his seat with his focus on the clipboard while listening to a Irish accent male officer talking and convincing him about playing golf.
"I'm telling you, you would be missing out on a great opportunity of golfing at Pebble Beach. Come on, CJ, golf separates the gentlemen and the non-gentlemen." said the man.
"Uh,huh." CJ flipped another page of the document. "The idea of playing in the heat with the possibility of fighting snakes and getting frustrated when either losing my ball or having too many strokes throughout the game sounds irritating."
"That is the beauty of it!." said the excited man.
CJ looked up to see his police partner coming out with their donuts and coffees. His police partner is an hispanic male with short black hair.
"Bout time, Ricky." CJ sat his clipboard down.
Ricky came over to CJ's side before handing him his box and coffee. "Sorry, I was caught up in a conversation with that elderly woman in the store."
CJ set his coffee in the cupholder and opened his box. "Let's go, we have a driving patrol to do."
"I will let you boys do your work for the day. CJ, will talk later at the station." said the man, before heading into his car.
Ricky got into the car and turned the engine on before starting a conversation. "Was he making another attempt in getting you to play golf again?."
"Indeed he was." CJ took a bite of his glazed ball donut. "Not everybody wants to hit balls all day. That is a waste of money and time."
"Well, golf is a gentleman's sport." Ricky spoke when driving out of the parking lot. "Been thinking about playing a few rounds on the weekend."
CJ opened his laptop to see if they had incoming call reports. "My sports are basketball, fishing, bowling, and pooling."
"You can not go wrong with soccer you know, amigo?." Ricky spoke while driving themselves onto the road.
Time has passed by as the two cops drove in the busy city with no radio playing but just having the A/C going. Ricky had his eyes and focused on the road while CJ was staring out of his passenger window. The two have not said a thing to one another during their portal as Ricky took it upon himself to make another conversation with CJ. A conversation that is worth talking about.
"Did you enjoy hanging out with my wife's cousin during our recent double date?." started Ricky.
"If you can call it a date, Ricky." said CJ, still eyeing his window.
"My wife told me that her cousin wanted to enjoy the date even more if you had invested in it. Such as having interest in doing things with her." said Ricky.
"Oh, we are going there?." CJ took his sights on Ricky with a slight irritated facial expression. "Look, man, your wife's cousin is an okay kind of woman, but…"
"But what?." Ricky took a quick look at CJ before looking back on the road.
"But she is not my kind of girl. We don't click. And I would gladly appreciate it if she did not make that bold attempt in trying to kiss me and even go as far as putting her hands on me." said CJ, before reopening his box to eat what is left of his donuts.
Ricky sighed. "Amigo, look, you can not hold on to your first kiss forever. Secondly, it would do you good to have a nice girl to be willing to touch you. Honestly, man, there is more in life other than your job. Do you even want to have a wife?. To have kids?."
"Yes, I want to have a wife and kids, but you can not just get any woman. You have got to have a click. I don't feel anything for her." argued CJ.
"It takes time, dude. I'm really trying to help you out. Because sitting in your apartment all day either watching tv or playing your xbox is not healthy. You can not get any pussy from it." Ricky argued back.
"What I do in my apartment is my business. Besides, I do more than watch tv and play games. I workout and even go as far as hanging around at the park playing chess." said CJ.
"Chess is for the elderly and not for…" Ricky got interrupted by the car's police radio.
"If anyone is listening on this channel, we have multiple reports of strange noises that are coming from a lemon-limed greenish two story house in a rundown subverbs." spoke the woman.
CJ picked up the radio talkie. "This is Officer Johnson. Can you please give more details about this report?."
"The neighbors have been hearing noises from that house from day to night. Some have asked the individual from the house about the noise and he told them that it was just his old dry machine acting up. It was believable at first, but then neighbors have begun to ponder why he has not got a new one in the last few weeks to months. Especially, some have claimed to hear light kids screaming." informed the woman.
CJ and Ricky looked at each other with suspicious looks and learned they have got an investigation.
"Send us the GPS coordinates and will be to that area, over and out." CJ put the talkie back into its hold and looked at Ricky. "Don't turn the sirens on. Don't want the suspect to get a heads start in making the attempt to run for it."
"Got it." said Ricky, taking a turn and drove through the highway.
Upon arriving into the neighborhood where some had a few habitat homes built and few unfinished while mostly are homes that have been around for years. Ease driving through the streets in search of the described house while having their eyes out for suspicious characters, the two have spotted the house that has a plastic white privacy fence in the backyard. They pull over to the side away from sight if the suspect in question is checking his windows. The two officers sat and waited to see any potential activity was going to happen such as the suspect might leave his home and give them an easy quick arrest. So far no activity.
"Alright let's go in and knock on the door." said Ricky, removing his seatbelt and about to exit out of the car.
CJ stopped him from opening the door and getting out of the car by having his arm out in front. He had that serious look. "No, we are not going to knock in the back. We are going to sneak into the back and break ourselves inside."
"We need a search warrant to do such a thing, CJ." Ricky pointed out.
CJ pulls his arm back before undoing his seatbelt. "Our police badges are our right to do a search warrant. There are loopholes in cop rules . Let's go."
As the two exit their car and sneakily head over to the white plastic fence, CJ gives Ricky a boost by going over to the other side. Next, Ricky went over to open the fence's door to let CJ in before closing it right back. They look at the area of the backyard and see that there was not much grass let alone seeing a broken down wooden garage shack.
"Let's take a good look around this backyard before making our way to the back door of the house." CJ instructed.
Ricky sighed. "I really did not want to get activated today. You do know that this kind of work would cause our uniform to begin wearing down and start to get holes in them."
"That is why we have a uniform allowance. Besides, what do you expect from our uniforms not being American made?. You can thank the economic reforms for that. That is based on what my grandpa told me years ago before he passed away." said CJ.
"Noting but a rusty ass lawnmower and a few digging tools." Ricky closed the door and headed for the back door of the house.
"Alright, let's break in and stay quiet. No telling if the person is in the house or not." CJ spoke when slowly approaching the door.
Ricky checked the doorkob to the back door and saw that it was locked. No matter, lucky for him he had skills in picking locks. CJ waited for his partner to pull out his picking tools from his shirt pocket and went to pick the top lock. When hearing the turned click he then went to pick the bottom lock. After hearing the click for the bottom, both entered inside with caution and alertness to their surroundings. When entering they noticed that this is the basement after seeing the washing and dryer machine from the far corner.
The two pulled out their flashlights to have better sight and have a look around the place. Ricky went the other way where there were two doors while CJ was by some shelves and a computer. CJ looked at the shelves and saw a whole bunch of DVD boxes with titles that were written in blue. In suspicion, CJ pulled one of the boxes out to read what the title says. The man has to take a double look when seeing the title.
"8 year old showing and playing with his penis. The fuck?." CJ put it back and pulled out another one and read the title while being very disgusted. "Two little girls in the bathtub with me and sex toys. That is fucking disgusting."
CJ immediately dropped that box to the ground while wiping his hand on his pants. "Is this suspect a child molester?. Pedophile?. Child sexual abuser?. All of the above?."
CJ took his sights to the computer and went over to see what was on it. If his suspicion is correct then there will not be a mandatory password in order to access the system. As he suspected it did not have to require a password. He searched through the computer and pulled up the person's recent history and did not like what he saw. He saw multiple search histories of black market websites and clicked on it and saw that this person is a member and a seller. A seller of child porn videos and pictures.
"A damn pedophile." CJ frowned when looking through the person's image and video gallery and saw that it was a middle aged blonde haired man doing this. All the pictures and videos of him doing and making underage minors do all sorts of sick fuck things with themselves, him doing it to them with the use of sexual toys. "That sick fucker."
"Dude, you need to come see this." Ricky whispered in seriousness.
"And you need to see what is on this sick fucker's computer. Nothing but recorded acts of sexual actions on children." CJ said when walking to where Ricky wanted him to see.
Ricky went over to the computer and almost threw up when seeing the graphic interchange format of the images and preshowing of videos. "OMG. That is so sick as fuck."
CJ went into the room that Ricky opened and saw a room filled with all kinds and types of sex toys from multicolored dildos to multicolored strapped gags. This is making CJ furious and sick to his own damn stomach. It was a massive collection to what CJ is seeing as the sight just rubbed him the wrong way.
"Bottles of fragrant lubes?. Sick!." CJ knocked a few to the floor with a kick. Then a thought came to his head. "The kids. Where are the kids?."
That was an excellent question to ask since all those videos and images had multiple forced children. Meaning that this pedophile is keeping these kids somewhere. Which that somewhere might be that other door. With that in mind, CJ went over to the door beside the other and attempted to open it. To no surprise it is locked. Not wasting time or ordering Ricky to pick and lock the door, CJ busted that damn door down and found his answer.
There on the floor tied up with ducktape on their mouths along with having wet faces where the kids. A total of fifteen based upon CJ's counting. He quickly went over to the little black haired white girl and gently pulled the tape of her mouth.
"It is okay. I am a cop." CJ told the girl without making hand contact based upon her little body language.
"Officer, that evil man kidnapped me from the grocery store when I was with my mommy. He was dressed as one of the people that worked there." The girl spoke with a cry voice and tears.
This fueled CJ's anger big time. "Everything is going to be alright. May I have permission to untie you?."
The little girl quickly nodded in making the attempt to trust him as she is being untied. Ricky came in after looking at all the kids who were there. He quickly went to help untie them and remove the tape from their mouths.
"These are the missing kids that were missing for good ass while." Ricky informed.
"Stay with them." CJ pulled his gun out. "I'm going up to find and arrest that sick sexual child loving fucker."
Ricky nodded while working on untying them while calming them down. It was not easy to calm traumatized children who are victims of all types of sex from oral to intercourse. This made the man tear up to witnesses what he saw on that computer before having to man the fuck up and call it in.
"Anyone listening to this channel, I need immediate backup and paramedics, ASAP." Ricky let go of his radio after giving them the street address information and noticed something off. "CJ has not come back yet. You kids wait right here. I will be back as quickly as possible. Promise."
Ricky quickly got up from the floor before exiting out of the basement. He quietly went up the carpet steps with his gun at the ready. When reaching the slightly closed door, Ricky found himself in the kitchen before slowly making his way out from there in hopes of finding his partner. He looked in each room while trying to ignore the disgusted pedophile soft music being played throughout the whole house as he wanted to get CJ and the kids out of this sick place.
"CJ?. CJ?. Dude, where are you?." Ricky whispered before making his way down the hall that leads to the living room.
When getting closer he stopped at what he saw inside. He is in some deep shit. Ricky carefully approaches his way down to reach the living room where he sees CJ, who is being captured by the raggy country style dressed pedophile with an unshaved face. The man had CJ by the neck while pointing his own gun by the head.
Ricky entered the living room with his gun pointing at the man. "Let go of my partner, put the gun down, and put her hands up where I can see them. You are under arrest, pedophiler."
"Forget it." The man shook his head in refusal while his body was shaking and eyes were shifting. "You are not going to arrest me for practicing my rights as an American citizen. Having sexual relations with a child was the old fashioned American way."
"That is the old century of America, dumbass. The people of that time finally woke up and see that was fucking disgusting." spoke CJ, who wanted to break free from his capture.
The man shook his head while having his finger on the trigger. "N…No, this is a free country. I am supposed to do what I am pleased to do."
"Touching and forcing little underage kids to do sexual things is not part of the constitution. Put the gun down and let go of my partner or else." warned Ricky.
"Better yet, you put the gun down and show your hands where I can see them or I will kill your partner of the law. I am not bluffing." said the man.
CJ looked at Ricky with a straight face. "Don't you do it, man."
"Shut it or your ass will be buried in my backyard!." yelled the man.
CJ had a quick and smart idea. "The jokes is on you anyway, sick fuck."
The anxious and nervous man started to get curious. "What do you mean?."
"What I mean is that both our guns have no ammunition. We do not have them loaded when we are around innocent people or prevent any pain if someone like you pulls out our gun and threatens to shoot. We only load them when we have a call to shoot or raid." said CJ, giving Ricky a wink.
Ricky understood as he lowered his gun. The pedophile started to get overwhelmed in fear of going to jail as he quickly pushed CJ out the way and tried to jump through the open window. Ricky quickly fired two shots to his right leg and made him drop in pain before going over there and handcuffing him to the doorknob. CJ managed to collect himself while getting his gun off the floor before cleaning it.
"I called backup and paramedics. They are on the way." informed Ricky.
Suddenly the two heard sirens going off outside and knew who it was.
"Excellent timing." CJ looked at Ricky. "Did you tell them that we have a dead body here?."
"Ah, shit." Ricky had that look of stress. "Where is the dead body?."
CJ turned his attention to that pedophile and approached towards him while loading his gun. "It is right here."
Ricky looked and saw CJ pointing his gun at the cuffed suspect. "CJ, no!."
CJ shot multiple shots to the man's head and chest. Resulting in having him killed like all the other suspects. Ricky stood in utter shock as he should have gotten used to CJ's behavior, but his mind refuses to accept it at all. CJ looked at his kill before putting his gun back in its holster before looking at Ricky with that same look in his eyes. The eyes of self entitled justice.