Macc24
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Double Jeopardy – Part One
To whom this may concern,
The Detroit Police Department has been notified that New Frontier Wrestling has a man named Brock Alyas under payroll. Brock Alyas is a convict whose been given plenty of chances to redeem his social status which in my personal opinion is a cancerous parasite to the community.
You’ve been exposed to a mastermind criminal with an extreme amount of resources and little respect for authority. There’s been an investigation regarding Brock specifically that’s been put on hiatus due to the ignorance of some of Detroit’s officers.
Although the investigation has been put on hold, I specifically keep a stern eye on Alyas and do so in order to ensure the safety of fine, innocent citizens such as yourselves at New Frontier.
Employing Brock Alyas is only allowing this scumbag to remain on the streets instead of where he should be – behind bars. What ever he is paid goes right into the circle of crime Brock’s entire life is surrounded by. If it’s not going directly to the ammunition that powers his illegal firearms it’s going to his lawyer, Joey Leone whose arguably just as much of a scumbag and somehow managed to keep Brock out jail for the past 10 years.
Take caution to the fact that this man is very, very powerful and it’s my duty along with the Detroit Police Department to ensure that New Frontier is not extorted by one, Brock Alyas.
Sincerely,
- Officer Mike Fontaine.
OFFICER MIKE FONTAINE still occupied his office even though he was on days this week. Although, he couldn’t go home. He was in the middle of a divorce with his wife and he didn’t feel up to walking in on her sleeping with one of the other guys on the force. He didn’t feel like sleeping on the couch while the bed-frame he paid for out of his own pocket is pounding against HIS bedroom wall kept him awake.
His hair is jet black and fading, his 36 year old build is thick but portly, his mustache needs a trim and he could use a shower. One look at him you could tell he was a man depressed and if euthanasia was a legitimate alternative, don’t be surprised if he’d take you up on it. He was told to stay away from work but he had no other means of entertainment.
You couldn’t imagine a cop that was cleaner than Fontaine. He was cleaner than a cat-in-heat’s dick and balls for fucks sake. It didn’t help that he was surrounded by cops who were dirtier than Coney Island’s finest junkies. The Detroit PD was swarming with corruption throughout the 90’s when Fontaine joined the force and although it’s rebounded throughout the past couple years it’s still a very live problem. His entire career he’s done his work by the book. Unfortunately in a corrupt society, doing your job didn’t pay off. In fact, Fontaine hadn’t received a promotion in five years.
He hadn’t slept normal in five years either. Ever since he was assigned to the BROCK ALYAS/SHAWN EVANS case. BROCK ALYAS—30 was the supposed drug king-pin in southern Detroit city and his accomplice SHAWN EVANS—28. Fontaine knew better than the rest of the force because he spent his free, after-hours time watching the two for five years. Fontaine did some undercover work on Brock in trying to bring down a fake business he’d created in order to launder the two’s money which was gained via proceeds of crime (robbery, drug dealing, illegitimate gambling rings etc.)
Over the years he’d become dependant on busting Brock. Almost obsessed with it, so much to the point he let it destroy his life. He’d spent way to much time at the office and away from his wife and child, both who didn’t understand why they felt so abandoned.
Unfortunately over time resorting to alcohol has been Fontaine’s demise and any time he was on the brink of busting two of the state’s most wanted criminals – the copious amounts of liquor he’d consume on a nightly basis destroyed his credibility as an officer therefore response in calls for back-up and attempts for search and seizure warrants have been postponed just long enough for Alyas and Evans to get rid of whatever it was they had.
The Detroit Police Department literally took the ALYAS/EVANS case less seriously because of how bad Fontaine wanted to make the bust. Through the trial-and-error, wasted money on search and seizures and just generally not having enough evidence to throw the duo away for a couple years, Fontaine began to lose his mind.
OFF. FONTAINE – Brock Alyas has ruined my life. He’s destroyed my marriage. He’s ruined my career. He’s pissed on my creidibility.
FONTAINE loaded his Glock 17, cocked it back and put it in his waist line holster.
OFF. FONTAINE – It’s about time to bring this mother fucker down.
A jet black Lincoln Towncar pulled into the street surrounded by children running and playing and the random homeless person bugging people for change. The area wasn’t exactly exquisite but there was some heritage in the Mid-80’s when the Detroit Tigers were a successful, winning franchise. The days of Trammel, Whitaker and Parrish.
The car pulled into the nearest parking spot on the street and was put into park before being turned off. BROCK ALYAS stepped out of the it and checked over his shoulders a couple times before manually locking the car with his remote starter. He peered down the block where MIKE FONTAINE was parked, keeping surveillance on SHAWN EVANS. He decided to make Fontaine’s presence noticeable by waving at him with a big smile on his face.
Realized his covers been blown, Fontaine remained on the scene parked about a half a block away making sure that any interactions or traffic in and around the house would be documented. At this point, Fontaine wasn’t exactly sure what the two were up to, but he knew it was no good.
Brock walked into Evans’ un-kept apartment without even acknowledging his arrival. It appeared as if Evans had the entire inside renovated and left the outside looking like a strong gust of wind would blow it over as a cover for his lavish lifestyle. Brock walked in through a narrow hallway and into the living room where Evans was sitting on his cell phone watching his 50 inch screen LCD Samsung television.
EVANS – No! Listen here mother fucker! I don’t give a fuck! (pause) It’s pay-day Jesse or it’s your body found in a fuckin dumpster tomorrow morning all over Fox News! Do I have to, do I have to come remind you what fuckin’ time it is?
At this point Shawn loaded his .50 Cal Desert Eagle pistol close enough so that whoever was on the other end of the line could hear it.
EVANS (CONT’D) – No? I don’t. Okay I’ll see you within the hour then.
Shawn slammed his phone shut and whipped it across the room in frustration. It appeared as though he was in the middle of a precision joint rolling session and he got back to that before briefly acknowledging Brock’s presence.
EVANS (CONT’D) – Yo whattup man? Fuck these fiends are killin’ me, B. Out here trying pry each and every nickel and dime out my hand.
Brock picked up a thick stack of fifties about 3 inches thick from Shawn’s coffee table before dropping it as an audible thud was heard from the impact.
BROCK – Yea, it looks like they’re doing a good job of it too, huh?
Brock peered out the window through the blinds to check if that narc was still watching the house.
BROCK (CONT’D) – Man this fuckin’ pigs watching your house. I’m not sure if he followed me or not.
Evans eyes widened at the thought of getting busted. He became aggressively paranoid instantly and checked out the window himself.
BROCK – See the shitty Crown Vic? Yeah that’s him. I think it’s the same fat fuck that’s been watching us lately.
SHAWN – Man what the fuck. I’ve got a perfectly fine operation here and you’ve got to come and fuck it all up bringin’ heat around.
BROCK (laughingly) – You’ve got a $75,000 invested in a piece of shit apartment in the ghetto. The interior of this house is enough to buy all four blocks that surround this fuckin’ dump. You’re fuckin’ heat. Besides, if it’s that goof we might as well let him watch because it keeps all the big boys away. Besides that fat fuck ain’t catchin’ me for ****.
SHAWN – Me neither. All I know is if I get my door kicked in and this place is swarming with federalies you’re fuckin’ bailing me out.
BROCK – Alright I’ll get him out of here. Let’s smoke that first though.
Officer Fontaine knew that with two suspected coke dealers in the same house at one time, they couldn’t of been up to anything legal. It turned out they were in fact breaking the law – smoking a big fat kush joint to be exact, but Fontaine suspected they were doing as they usually do – selling coke like a vending machine.
OFF. FONTAINE – I know these fuckin’ punks are gonna slip today. I can feel it. And when I catch them, those dickwads back at the station will realize that I know what it’s gonna take to clean these streets. Fuckin’ dirtbags.
Fontaine was watching the house like an eagle and the minute he saw the door open and Brock Alyas standing on the front-porch and appeared to be waiting for somebody, he made his move.
OFF. FONTAINE – This fuckin’ dirtbag won’t know what hit ‘em.
His Crown Vic started to pick up speed and from the porch stairway Brock knew he was going to be followed. So he bolted the opposite way and through an alley near by. Fontaine was forced to get out of his car and his massive stomach made it clear that chasing bad guys wasn’t exactly his cup of soup.
Fontaine put the car in park and began to chase after Alyas who was now nearly out sight down the alley.
OFF. FONTAINE – DETROIT POLICE! STOP WHERE YOU ARE! DON’T MOVE!
Fontaine made a quick turn down the alley into an abandoned laundromat. He had his gun drawn and was moving around just how they taught him to in the academy. Fontaine went to the front door and realized there was nowhere in this small piece of shit Brock could’ve been hiding so when he went to open the front door he hadn’t used, he realized that it was all boarded up. He quickly turned around to head back out from where he came in.
That’s when a rot iron door screen came slamming shut and Brock locked it on the other side with a small padlock. A big smile on his face only frustrated Fontaine even more.
BROCK – What’d you think you were gonna catch me? Incase you don’t know, I grew up around here bitch. Now what the fuck are you possibly following me for? I sold all my coke this morning.
OFF. FONTAINE – You little piece of shit. I know you grew up here. I’ve been watching you for months. How long do you honestly think this Mickey Mouse charade is going to last?
BROCK – Well personally I’d have to say I’m a couple steps ahead of you. After all, whose the idiot locked in the laundromat?
Brock had a huge smile on his face after seeing Fontaine smash his gun-hand against the rot iron screen. Brock walked away all nonchalant without the thought of a witness calling the police even crossing his head.
After all, it was Detroit.
To whom this may concern,
The Detroit Police Department has been notified that New Frontier Wrestling has a man named Brock Alyas under payroll. Brock Alyas is a convict whose been given plenty of chances to redeem his social status which in my personal opinion is a cancerous parasite to the community.
You’ve been exposed to a mastermind criminal with an extreme amount of resources and little respect for authority. There’s been an investigation regarding Brock specifically that’s been put on hiatus due to the ignorance of some of Detroit’s officers.
Although the investigation has been put on hold, I specifically keep a stern eye on Alyas and do so in order to ensure the safety of fine, innocent citizens such as yourselves at New Frontier.
Employing Brock Alyas is only allowing this scumbag to remain on the streets instead of where he should be – behind bars. What ever he is paid goes right into the circle of crime Brock’s entire life is surrounded by. If it’s not going directly to the ammunition that powers his illegal firearms it’s going to his lawyer, Joey Leone whose arguably just as much of a scumbag and somehow managed to keep Brock out jail for the past 10 years.
Take caution to the fact that this man is very, very powerful and it’s my duty along with the Detroit Police Department to ensure that New Frontier is not extorted by one, Brock Alyas.
Sincerely,
- Officer Mike Fontaine.
FADE IN:
01/03/2009 - DOWNTOWN DETROIT-DETROIT POLICE DEPARTMENT-NEAR MIDNIGHT.
OFFICER MIKE FONTAINE still occupied his office even though he was on days this week. Although, he couldn’t go home. He was in the middle of a divorce with his wife and he didn’t feel up to walking in on her sleeping with one of the other guys on the force. He didn’t feel like sleeping on the couch while the bed-frame he paid for out of his own pocket is pounding against HIS bedroom wall kept him awake.
His hair is jet black and fading, his 36 year old build is thick but portly, his mustache needs a trim and he could use a shower. One look at him you could tell he was a man depressed and if euthanasia was a legitimate alternative, don’t be surprised if he’d take you up on it. He was told to stay away from work but he had no other means of entertainment.
You couldn’t imagine a cop that was cleaner than Fontaine. He was cleaner than a cat-in-heat’s dick and balls for fucks sake. It didn’t help that he was surrounded by cops who were dirtier than Coney Island’s finest junkies. The Detroit PD was swarming with corruption throughout the 90’s when Fontaine joined the force and although it’s rebounded throughout the past couple years it’s still a very live problem. His entire career he’s done his work by the book. Unfortunately in a corrupt society, doing your job didn’t pay off. In fact, Fontaine hadn’t received a promotion in five years.
He hadn’t slept normal in five years either. Ever since he was assigned to the BROCK ALYAS/SHAWN EVANS case. BROCK ALYAS—30 was the supposed drug king-pin in southern Detroit city and his accomplice SHAWN EVANS—28. Fontaine knew better than the rest of the force because he spent his free, after-hours time watching the two for five years. Fontaine did some undercover work on Brock in trying to bring down a fake business he’d created in order to launder the two’s money which was gained via proceeds of crime (robbery, drug dealing, illegitimate gambling rings etc.)
Over the years he’d become dependant on busting Brock. Almost obsessed with it, so much to the point he let it destroy his life. He’d spent way to much time at the office and away from his wife and child, both who didn’t understand why they felt so abandoned.
Unfortunately over time resorting to alcohol has been Fontaine’s demise and any time he was on the brink of busting two of the state’s most wanted criminals – the copious amounts of liquor he’d consume on a nightly basis destroyed his credibility as an officer therefore response in calls for back-up and attempts for search and seizure warrants have been postponed just long enough for Alyas and Evans to get rid of whatever it was they had.
The Detroit Police Department literally took the ALYAS/EVANS case less seriously because of how bad Fontaine wanted to make the bust. Through the trial-and-error, wasted money on search and seizures and just generally not having enough evidence to throw the duo away for a couple years, Fontaine began to lose his mind.
OFF. FONTAINE – Brock Alyas has ruined my life. He’s destroyed my marriage. He’s ruined my career. He’s pissed on my creidibility.
FONTAINE loaded his Glock 17, cocked it back and put it in his waist line holster.
OFF. FONTAINE – It’s about time to bring this mother fucker down.
CUT TO:
06/22/2003 – NEARBY OLD TIGER STADIUM – 12 NOON
A jet black Lincoln Towncar pulled into the street surrounded by children running and playing and the random homeless person bugging people for change. The area wasn’t exactly exquisite but there was some heritage in the Mid-80’s when the Detroit Tigers were a successful, winning franchise. The days of Trammel, Whitaker and Parrish.
The car pulled into the nearest parking spot on the street and was put into park before being turned off. BROCK ALYAS stepped out of the it and checked over his shoulders a couple times before manually locking the car with his remote starter. He peered down the block where MIKE FONTAINE was parked, keeping surveillance on SHAWN EVANS. He decided to make Fontaine’s presence noticeable by waving at him with a big smile on his face.
Realized his covers been blown, Fontaine remained on the scene parked about a half a block away making sure that any interactions or traffic in and around the house would be documented. At this point, Fontaine wasn’t exactly sure what the two were up to, but he knew it was no good.
Brock walked into Evans’ un-kept apartment without even acknowledging his arrival. It appeared as if Evans had the entire inside renovated and left the outside looking like a strong gust of wind would blow it over as a cover for his lavish lifestyle. Brock walked in through a narrow hallway and into the living room where Evans was sitting on his cell phone watching his 50 inch screen LCD Samsung television.
EVANS – No! Listen here mother fucker! I don’t give a fuck! (pause) It’s pay-day Jesse or it’s your body found in a fuckin dumpster tomorrow morning all over Fox News! Do I have to, do I have to come remind you what fuckin’ time it is?
At this point Shawn loaded his .50 Cal Desert Eagle pistol close enough so that whoever was on the other end of the line could hear it.
EVANS (CONT’D) – No? I don’t. Okay I’ll see you within the hour then.
Shawn slammed his phone shut and whipped it across the room in frustration. It appeared as though he was in the middle of a precision joint rolling session and he got back to that before briefly acknowledging Brock’s presence.
EVANS (CONT’D) – Yo whattup man? Fuck these fiends are killin’ me, B. Out here trying pry each and every nickel and dime out my hand.
Brock picked up a thick stack of fifties about 3 inches thick from Shawn’s coffee table before dropping it as an audible thud was heard from the impact.
BROCK – Yea, it looks like they’re doing a good job of it too, huh?
Brock peered out the window through the blinds to check if that narc was still watching the house.
BROCK (CONT’D) – Man this fuckin’ pigs watching your house. I’m not sure if he followed me or not.
Evans eyes widened at the thought of getting busted. He became aggressively paranoid instantly and checked out the window himself.
BROCK – See the shitty Crown Vic? Yeah that’s him. I think it’s the same fat fuck that’s been watching us lately.
SHAWN – Man what the fuck. I’ve got a perfectly fine operation here and you’ve got to come and fuck it all up bringin’ heat around.
BROCK (laughingly) – You’ve got a $75,000 invested in a piece of shit apartment in the ghetto. The interior of this house is enough to buy all four blocks that surround this fuckin’ dump. You’re fuckin’ heat. Besides, if it’s that goof we might as well let him watch because it keeps all the big boys away. Besides that fat fuck ain’t catchin’ me for ****.
SHAWN – Me neither. All I know is if I get my door kicked in and this place is swarming with federalies you’re fuckin’ bailing me out.
BROCK – Alright I’ll get him out of here. Let’s smoke that first though.
CUT TO:
FONTAINE’S CROWN VIC NEAR BY EVANS APARTMENT – 12:30 PM.
Officer Fontaine knew that with two suspected coke dealers in the same house at one time, they couldn’t of been up to anything legal. It turned out they were in fact breaking the law – smoking a big fat kush joint to be exact, but Fontaine suspected they were doing as they usually do – selling coke like a vending machine.
OFF. FONTAINE – I know these fuckin’ punks are gonna slip today. I can feel it. And when I catch them, those dickwads back at the station will realize that I know what it’s gonna take to clean these streets. Fuckin’ dirtbags.
Fontaine was watching the house like an eagle and the minute he saw the door open and Brock Alyas standing on the front-porch and appeared to be waiting for somebody, he made his move.
OFF. FONTAINE – This fuckin’ dirtbag won’t know what hit ‘em.
His Crown Vic started to pick up speed and from the porch stairway Brock knew he was going to be followed. So he bolted the opposite way and through an alley near by. Fontaine was forced to get out of his car and his massive stomach made it clear that chasing bad guys wasn’t exactly his cup of soup.
Fontaine put the car in park and began to chase after Alyas who was now nearly out sight down the alley.
OFF. FONTAINE – DETROIT POLICE! STOP WHERE YOU ARE! DON’T MOVE!
Fontaine made a quick turn down the alley into an abandoned laundromat. He had his gun drawn and was moving around just how they taught him to in the academy. Fontaine went to the front door and realized there was nowhere in this small piece of shit Brock could’ve been hiding so when he went to open the front door he hadn’t used, he realized that it was all boarded up. He quickly turned around to head back out from where he came in.
That’s when a rot iron door screen came slamming shut and Brock locked it on the other side with a small padlock. A big smile on his face only frustrated Fontaine even more.
BROCK – What’d you think you were gonna catch me? Incase you don’t know, I grew up around here bitch. Now what the fuck are you possibly following me for? I sold all my coke this morning.
OFF. FONTAINE – You little piece of shit. I know you grew up here. I’ve been watching you for months. How long do you honestly think this Mickey Mouse charade is going to last?
BROCK – Well personally I’d have to say I’m a couple steps ahead of you. After all, whose the idiot locked in the laundromat?
Brock had a huge smile on his face after seeing Fontaine smash his gun-hand against the rot iron screen. Brock walked away all nonchalant without the thought of a witness calling the police even crossing his head.
After all, it was Detroit.
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