The Devil's Pact - S01 E204

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The Devil's Pact - S01 E204

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Allison appeared on the screen. "This same man appeared in Seattle a few days later, and held, by all accounts, a wild sex party in the Sky City Restaurant at the Space Needle and was briefly Implicated in the disappearance of Violet Matheson."

"Wow," the female anchor interjected. "And do we know who this man is?"

"Authorities do," Carlos said. "His name is Mark Glassner. Last week, he robbed several banks in Pierce County, using his gas to make the branch mangers open the safes while he sexually assaulted several female bank tellers."

"Mark Glassner, isn't that the guy who the FBI raided last Thursday morning?" the male anchor interjected. "I believe the FBI spokesman said they were mistaken, that Mark Glassner wasn't the person responsible for these crimes."

"You are referring to Special Agent Kip Peterson," Carlos nodded. "He famously gave that interview to Jessica St. Pierre from KIRO 7 news.

A clip played from the interview. "Mark Glassner is an innocent man," Peterson said.

"It was all my fault. I was too eager to make an arrest in the case, I didn't use good judgment and our raid has terrorized an innocent man and his family." I smiled, remembering how I made Agent Peterson give that embarrassing interview. The clip ended, cutting back to the news desk.

"I have documents here, Carlos said, holding up some papers, "from a source in the Justice Department that show Agent Peterson is being investigated by the Office of Professional Responsibility, the FBI's Internal Affairs. He's being investigated for corruption and incompetence. The FBI had concrete evidence on Mr. Glassner, yet Peterson, after raiding Mr. Glassner's house, claimed he was innocent."

"The FBI thinks their Agent was bribed by Mr. Glassner?" the female reporter asked in astonishment.

"Yes," Carlos answered. "Mr. Glassner has stolen over forty million dollars."

"Wow, that is unbelievable," the male anchor said.

"Today, I received a series of surveillance photos from the home owner," Carlos sald. "The house the FBI raided is owned by Brandon Fitzsimmons, who claims his wife is living with Mr.

Glassner. Mr. Fitzsimmons had hired a private investigator to watch the house and the P.I. caught the entire raid on film."

A video played, showing the backyard and left side of our house. A little of the front yard could also be seen and the cul-de-sac in front of the house. You could just make out police cars and swat vans parked before our house in the gray, pre-dawn light.

"Son of a bitch," I muttered.

"Master, that had to be taken from one of the houses on Shaw Road, Noel said in alarm.

"Figure out which," I ordered, anger burning inside me. Chasity and Noel headed for the back of the house.

"The interesting part came after the Pierce County Sheriff Department's SWAT officers ralded the house on the FBI's behalf," Carlos continued.

Photos appeared, close up of various windows on the rear and side of the house. You could see SWAT officers in various states of undressed fucking our sluts, blurred to hide any nudity. Fuck, the sluts had all gotten horny that morning and saw Mary fucking two SWAT officers. The sluts asked if they could play with the handsome officers, and I didn't seem any harm in letting the boys in blue get laid.

"What am I watching here?" the female reporter asked, stunned.

"In the surveillance photo's we've received there are upwards of a dozen women living in the house," Carlos answered. "They appear in various states of undress, and they appear to be giving sexual favors to the SWAT officers as some sort of bribes."

"This is just astounding," the male reported stated. "To think an entire unit of SWAT officers, and an FBI agent would engage in this sort of behavior. It's just disappointing."

"Two FBI agents," Carlos corrected. A picture of Noel appeared on the screen. "Special Agent Noel was also on the raid, and has appeared in many of the surveillance photos of the house in various states of undress, engaging in sex acts, along with Jessica St. Pierre, the KIRO 7 reporter who Agent Peterson gave his original interview to." A picture of Chasity appeared on the screen. "This is Officer Chasity Vinter of the Puyallup Police Department, also seen in surveillance tapes participating in sex acts. There have been reports of unusual activity around the Shaw Road

vicinity of Puyallup for the last week, and these reports have fallen on the deaf ears of the Puyallup Police Department."

Chasity and Noel returned. "Master, we think we know which house is surveilling us."

"Take all the guards and raid that house!" I barked. "Bring me whornever or whatever you find!"

I grabbed my phone, and looked up Sheriff Erkhart's phone number. "Erkhart," the Pierce County Sheriff answered.

"Have you seen the news report on channel 5?" I demanded angrily.

"Yeah, just caught the end of it. This is bad, Mr. Glassner."

"Put out an APB on Brandon Fitzsimmons," I growled. "I let him have his independence and this is how he repays me! I want him found and dragged before me!"

"I'm on it, sir," the Sheriff answered and i hung up.

"He's been watching us, Mark," Mary grimaced angrily. "You can see our bedroom on these photos."

"Brandori's going to regret this," I told her. "Fuck, we're going to have to do a lot of damage control." I squeezed my fists. "When I get my fucking hands on him, he's going to howl!"

"When are you coming home, Doug?" my wife asked me as we spoke on the phone.

"I don't know, Tina," I answered, tiredly. I was standing in one of the second floor bedroom of the house Mr. Fitzsimmons rented so I could watch Mark Glassner. I was checking all the cameras and the laser-mikes I had pointed at various windows of the house I was surveilling. I was about to turn in for the night and wanted to make sure everything was working. "The check cashed, right?"

"Yeah, honey," Tina answered. "Its...quite a lot. This isn't anything...you know."

"No, I'm just surveilling him, Tina." There was a pause. She was chewing on her lip, I realized. Tina always worried her lower lip when she was nervous. "What is it honey?"

There was some movement outside, on the street, and I frowned, missing what my wife said. Mark had a group of women that dressed like slutty cops. Maybe they were cops, their equipment looked real, and there were a dozen cop cars parked on the street. But, no cop wore uniforms like those. They looked like sexy cop outfits you'd get at a pomo shop. His 'cops' were pouring out of their houses, heading for their cars. What was going on?

"Are you there, Doug?" my wife said, loudly.

"Oh, sorry, Tina, something's going on at the place I'm surveilling." I grabbed a pair of binoculars, tying to figure out what was happening.

"You're safe right. This Mark guy your watching, he was just on the news.

I frowned, watching as Mark's cops were piling into their cars. What was going on. "What's this about the news, honey?" The lights on a half-dozen cop cars turned on, flooding the night with strobing red and blue lights, and the cop cars started peeling down the street towards Shaw Road.

"They had pictures from your surveillance on the news." Tina said. This guy sounds dangerous, are you sure..."

My stomach sank, adrenaline pumped icily through my veins. "Shit, I got to go, Tina."

I hung up my cell phone, shoving it into my pocket and grabbed my laptop, ripping out cable connecting my laptop to the USB hub all my surveillance equipment was hooked into and ran for the stairs. Oh, shit, oh shit, my heart was hammering in my chest. Fuck! What the fuck did you do, Brandon? Tires squealed outside and police lights were flashing through the front windows, as I thudded down the stairs.

Shit, front was no good. I reached the bottom of the stairs, turned to race for the dining room and the glass sliding door that led to the backyard. Behind me, the front door splintered in and I could hear booted feet pounding into the house, shouting, "Police!" I ran down the hallway for the dining room. I knew my exit routes. There was a pile of wood against the fence, I could be over it and into the neighbors yard. My own car was parked a few houses down the street. I just needed to be quick and I could get away.

I reached the dining room, the sliding glass door in sight. I was going to make it. And then my hopes were dashed away as I saw the two cops rounding the house and reached the sliding glass door, their guns drawn. Fuck, I was trapped. I turned to face the cops pouring in the front door. God damn fucking Brandon Fitzsimmons!

"Police!" the lead cop shouted, a blonde with a gold choker about her throat, a bulletproof vest over her trampy cop outfit, and her gun leveled at me. "Hand's on your head! Do it now!"

I set my laptop down, slowly, and put my hands on top of my head and knelt down. Another cop walked up, grasped my wrist and handcuffed me. Anger boiled inside me as fear pumped through my veins. What the fuck have you gotten me mixed up in, Brandon? Fear coiled about my heart. These weren't real cops, anymore. Tina's face floated up before me, the way her smile transformed her chubby, plain face beautiful,

Please, god, I prayed, let me see my wife again! Pleasel"

To be continued...