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Grey Seal, Part Two

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by: RebelYank

 

Anna sat alone in the hall way just a door away from where Rosco was balancing on the fine line between life and death. The head surgeon had gone in to see Rosco when the ambulance first brought him in. After ten minutes he came out and talked to Anna and Enos. Anna explained that the Sheriff had been working on a case for the State Police, which explained why she was present. The doctor nodded grimly and told her simply that she may want to contact next of kin for the Sheriff.

“I can give no guarantees that he’s going to get through this free and clear,” he said. “I’m sure you understand what I mean.”

Anna stared at the floor, knowing perfectly well what he meant. She snapped out of it long enough to nod her head. “Yes.”

The surgeon returned to the operating room, leaving the State Police officer crying in the middle of the hall, with Enos looking on helplessly.

That was thirty minutes ago. Anna had found a phone and called headquarters to tell Commander Thomas what happened. The Commander was shocked and very upset by it. He then asked if she was okay.

“No, sir. No sir, I’m not okay. I’m not okay at all! I’m sorry, sir, but dammit I just can’t believe this is even happening!”

The Commander was sympathetic and told Anna it was okay that she was upset. But even he didn’t know why she was so upset.

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Grey Seal, Part One

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For MaryAnne Coltrane, her love of Firebirds/Trans Ams and of Rosco. =)

For Cousin Bonita, who’s interest in my writing (despite having not read any of the rewrite of this story!) helped me to rework this story into what you are about to read. Thank you, Bonita!

Also to Rose, Margaret, Sarah and everyone else who have been waiting so patiently for this story. I hope it was worth the wait! =)

 

The Phoenix bird will leave this world to fly
If the Phoenix bird can fly then so can I.

–Grey Seal
Elton John, Bernie Taupin Copyright 1973

 

Wednesday, August 14, 1985

The man sat in contemplation at his desk in his sparsely decorated office. His empire was crumbling around him at the hands of the ATF and any county sheriff who was in the right place at the right time. Two of his still sites in Chickasaw County had been busted and three of his best drivers had been caught in Atlanta. All in all, it was becoming the worst week of his life.

He looked at his partner who was seated across from him. “I need drivers,” he said. “And I need new still sites.”

The partner paused in thought. “ATF’s all over the place, John. Especially since we killed that agent. They’re not going to rest until they nail us with that. We should just pack up and move out while we can.”

“They have to find his body first,” John said. “And that’s not my concern at the moment. We’ve got other pressures to worry about. Wherever we end up I’m going to need new sites and good drivers, Collin. We have debts we have to pay, and you know to who.”

Collin sighed, running a hand through his dirty blonde hair. “Yeah, I know,” he said. Damn syndicate, he thought.

“We could end up joining the ATF agent we wiped out if we don’t get that money—”

“Alright,” Collin said, cutting John off. “I think I know a place where we can set up some new sites. Getting drivers may not be as easy.”

“I don’t care how hard it may be, I want it done and done soon. My customers don’t care about overhead, they just care about getting the product.”

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