Chapter 14 – Riot In The Street
I called
Professor Edgren to join me so that I could determine the meaning of this
situation. I had my men take custody of the guard and get him some medical
attention. When the Professor entered, I had him ask the shopkeepers what had
happened. He conversed with the men for several minutes then turned to me.
“It appears
that these gentlemen have caught our arsonist.” He said. “The beaten guard
apparently had a little too much to drink and began to brag. The owner of the
establishment was a member of the democracy movement and he got word to these
men, and the rest is obvious.”
“Tell them,
thank you and that we will handle the case from here.” I said to the Professor.
He told them
what I said. The Shopkeepers bowed then exited the room, satisfied that we
would take the proper actions.
“Let’s go see
how our prisoner is doing.” I said. With that, Professor Edgren and I went to
the jail to see how Miss Linton was faring with the man. When we entered the
room, she was just finishing up with bandaging the man’s head, which had a
nasty laceration. We moved off to one side so that we were not directly in his
sight. I then asked Professor Edgren to address him by the name on the
medallion found in the burnt out shop.
This he did,
and upon hearing the name, the prisoner turned toward us. That’s when I knew we
had the arsonist and not some unfortunate city guard that was in the wrong
place at the wrong time. With that, I began questioning the man.
“Mr. Maytik,
what brings you here from Palamnus?” I
asked.
“Work.” He
replied.
“What kind of
work?” I continued.
“I am a guard.
I was protecting my client.” Maytik said.
“I know you
will not give me the name of your client, but perhaps you can give me the
general location within Ceraunius that you were performing your duties? I
asked.
“You are
correct that I will not divulge the identity of my client. However, I will tell
you that we were in the government district.” He said.
“Did you make
any stops in any other part of town? I inquired.
“No.” he
replied.
“The men who
brought you here, waylaid you outside a tavern in the commercial district,
correct?” I asked.
“Yes.” He said.
“It is an establishment frequented by the city guard, many of whom are my
friends. After my shift was completed, I went there with my friends.” He said.
“Why do you
suppose those men, who would hold more animosity toward the local guards,
singled you out?” I asked.
“I really could
not say. Perhaps they wanted to grieve my friends by assaulting me. Perhaps my
employer’s business was damaging theirs and they needed to remove his
protection before attacking him. I do not make friends outside of my station,
so I could not say what prompted their actions.” Maytik said.
“What do you
know about the fire that occurred yesterday, a few blocks from here?” I asked.
“I know nothing
about it. My only concerns within this city are those that affect my employer’s
security.” He replied.
“So you have
absolutely no knowledge of that event?” I pressed.
“That is
correct, not even its location, other than what you just said.” He retorted.
“Then perhaps
you can explain how I found your identification bracelet in the ruins of that
fire?” I said.
The man turned
pale and instinctively grabbed his wrist where the missing medallion should
have been. His eyes darted around the room, looking for a means of escape as he
got up to a crouch from the chair he was in.
“Sit down Mr.
Maytik!” I ordered. “You cannot escape. And if you did make it out our door,
you would be torn to pieces by the mob waiting outside. You see, those men
brought you here because they know that they will not get justice from Reytik’s
government. They do not know what they will get from us. But, you can be
assured that if you set foot outside of this building by yourself, you will not
make it ten yards down the road.”
Maytik slumped
back into the chair a defeated man. “I suppose I am
a dead man either way.” Maytik said.
“On the
contrary, Mr. Maytik,” I said, “American justice is firm, but fair. It can be
lenient if you cooperate, though rest assured you will atone for your crime.”
Then, there
came a knock at the door. I opened it to find our orderly there saying that Mr.
Reytik was here to see me.
I went into the
other room and greeted the Mayor. “Good afternoon Mr. Reytik, what can I do for
you?” I asked.
“Mr. Roosevelt,
you have a man here accused of a crime that I would like to take to our jail
for interrogation.” He said.
“I am afraid I
cannot do that Mr. Reytik. If I let you walk out that door with Maytik, neither
of you will make it to the end of the block.” I said.
“You didn’t
bring a company of soldiers with you, did you?” I asked.
“Indeed I did.
So you can see that I have nothing to fear.” He said.
“You are a fool
Mr. Reytik!” I said. “You have just started a riot that will only end with
blood in the street.”
“I think you
over estimate the general population of this city.” Reytik said.
At this time,
my lookout burst into the room. “Colonel! there’s a bunch of angry civilians
outside facing down some city guards!” he shouted.
“Good lord!” I
exclaimed. “This is going to get messy quickly.”
I ordered Lt. Griffin
with ten men to take Reytik back to the Mayor’s offices. They went out the
backdoor. I then ordered our Colt machine gun up to the roof. I too went up to
survey the situation. I saw maybe half a hundred civilians screaming and
brandishing makeshift weapons blocking the door to our station. Opposite them
were twenty city guards nervously handling their rifles.
From somewhere,
a loud report sounded. I could not tell where the sound came from, but it was
the starting signal for the melee to begin. There was a moment of stunned
silence. Then the civilians found out that they were not injured. In that
instance a hail of stones flew at the guards. Many connected causing the guards
to duck, fire wildly, or reel from the impact. The civilians then rushed the
guards.
The melee was a
confused mess. I heard several gunshots and saw a few men drop. The civilians
were on the guards so quickly that they had no time to draw their swords. I saw
swinging rifle butts and flailing clubs. There was punching, kicking, and
biting. Due to their training, the guards were holding their own against the
mob, but just barely. Then a cry went up in the side street as a new group of
civilians joined in the fray.
I could see
that this was going to turn into a massacre if I did not act soon. I went over
to the Colt crew and ordered them to fire a burst over the heads of the
combatants. The shots tore into the wall across from our position, raining
bullet fragments and masonry chips down upon the combatants. The noise and
sting from the flying debris halted the battle while unengaged civilians began
to flee.
I had Professor
Edgren shout out, “Disperse to your homes or you will be arrested!”
The remaining
civilians then gave way. Many of the guards began loading their rifles as if to
give fire.
The Professor
then called out, “Drop your weapons or be fired upon!”
I ordered the
Colt to be trained upon the guards to reinforce the point. They dropped their
guns to the ground and moved off towards the Government Quarter. There was a
score of men left on the ground, some moving and moaning, others not. I took a
squad of armed men out to attend the wounded and round up the weapons left on
the field.
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