Stan Walker-Origin for CoH Comic

[Stan Walker]

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[Stan Walker]

((This is an ongoing story that i have been writing hopefully someday i will finish it i have been trying to write a few pages a day ...once again good or bad let me know hat ya think..and im sure there are ytpos and spelling its just a rough draft PLEASE NOTE EXPLICIT MATERIAL 18+))






Drop the gun Sanders!!!" my voice was steady, yet it held a tint of anxiety, even after doing this kind of stuff for 7 years in situations like this your adrenaline always kicks in. I had my weapon, standard police issue smith and Wesson .40 trained on Sanders, the uniforms with me all had there weapons drawn on Sanders as well, Sanders however had his trained on a 5 year old girl. Not good. You could see the sweat pouring down his face, and that look in his eyes that said he wasn't quite there, the girl had tears streaming down her face, crying to her daddy not to hurt her. "Just put the gun down, and we can talk about this, nobody else needs to get hurt."
"I swear to Christ I will ****ing kill her do you understand me?"
"I want to help you Joe but if you don't help me I cant help you, now come on and help me out let the girl go"
I actually thought for a split second he was going to let her go, leave it to me to try and see the best in people, the say this job can make you jaded, it can, but you still try to see the best in people regardless of how many ****bags you put away. Sanders, grabbed the little blond girl by the hair and twisted, she screamed and he rammed the gun against her temple, a slight line of crimson trickled down her face mixing with the tears.
"If you kill her then you've got nothing, do you understand what I'm saying?" I said
"I've got nothing now they want me dead"
"They" referred to a small time group of drug runners in St.Louis, Sanders had been working for them till his addiction of their product started to cost them more money than he was worth. Dammit where the hell was Mobile Reserve? I needed the Calvary here in a big way, I'm not a negotiator, but was trained a little in hostage situations so, while they were rounded up guess who gets to talk to the bad guy? Yep that's right yours truly.
"Let the girl go we can get you protection, they wont even know where you are"
Sanders seemed to ponder it for a second, he started to let his daughter go then his face went blank again, god I hated junkies. He still had his fingers loosely wrapped in the girl's hair but she wasn't pulled in close to him anymore and the gun was starting to slump downward, that's when I did something stupid.
Actually 2 things happened at once, I moved with an inside to outside crescent kick aimed at Sanders gun hand, and one of the uniforms went for the girl, problem was I missed my mark, Sanders jerked his gun up as the kick went right below his wrist. The uniform had the girl and was pulling her away not an easy task with Sanders fingers still wrapped in her hair, Sanders began to bring the gun back across his chest towards his daughters head. I shot him twice in the chest.

Remarkably he didn't die. He was lying on the hard wood floor of his apartment laughing. Welcome to the wonderful world of PCP, where you don't feel pain, you don't feel much of anything. The uniformed officer, found out his name was Sims later was escorting the girl out of the room, I walked past Sanders to where his gun fell about 2 feet from him and slid it with my foot about another 5 feet from him, I don't trust bad guys, injured or not. Another one of the boys in blue was asking for an ambulance to be dispatched. Paramedics arrived and loaded Sanders onto a stretcher, even though he was shot he was fighting with them, it took me and 3 other officers to hold him down to get the restraints on him. I looked around the room, what a mess, I'm so glad I was not the first officer on the scene, when your the first officer on the scene you get to write the report, oh sure I will have to write a supplemental report but that's nothing compared to what the poor soul who was first on the scene has to write, I also had a feeling when my Sgt. read that report I was going to be in trouble. I walked outside into the fresh autumn air, I do love St.Louis in the fall, our winters you freeze to death and our summers are hot and sticky, not to mention all that humidity, its like a rain forest here, but fall yeah that was my weather. It truly didn't make sense to enjoy the fresh air so much though, I reached into the pocket of my leather jacket and grabbed my pack of smokes, been trying to quit for years now just haven't gotten the hang of it though, I fumbled a Marlboro light out and stuck it between my lips, then reached into my jeans for my Zippo, flicked it and watched the amber flame as I lit up, I took a deep drag as flicked the Zippo close and stuck it back in my pocket. We saved the girl, caught the bad guy, and had a smoke I didn't think the night could get much better.
I strolled down the sidewalk to my truck, just bought it its a 2002 black F150 4x4 with all the bells and whistles, very sharp, I've had more fun with it in the past month then I did the entire time I was driving my car, some people are just truck people I guess. I had just climbed in and fired it up when my cell phone rang.
"Walker" I answered
the voice on the other end of the phone came back "Detective Stan Walker?"
"Yeah that's me can I help you?"
"This is Doctor Everingham, I have the results from your yearly department physical"
"great, what's the matter? You don't sound to thrilled?"
"Well detective I think you should come in so we can discuss them"
"that doesn't sound good, what's broken on me doc?" I grinned at my attempt of humor.
He paused "I think you should come down here so I can speak to you in person" Nope he definitely didn't get it or just didn't think it was that funny.
"Ok, I'll swing by how bout in an hour?"
"Well detective were technically closed even right now, but I thought it was important to speak to you about this."
"Fine I'm on my way be there in 10 minutes" and I hung up the phone. The department was kind enough to outfit my truck with a police radio, even put a light and siren in it, sounds nice, but they have ulterior motives, its so I can be at their beck and call whenever they want me, sigh the price of fame. I picked up the radio mic, and waited till the channel was clear, nothing ticks off cops like other cops walking all over their transmission.
" six Boston 32"
"six Boston 32 go ahead"
"six Boston 32 is going to be 10-7, for personal relief"
"copy six Boston 32, 10-7 at 1846 hours."
I placed the mic back in its holder and started to put the truck in drive, stopped myself and reached into my pocket for another cig, this is not going to be good news I thought as I lit up again.

I got to doctor Everingham's office in 15 minutes leave it me to be late, wife used to tell me I was going to be late for my own funeral. Doctor Everingham's office was in Barnes/Jewish Health Center, his office was decorated with cool blue colors, the carpeting was a royal blue, the walls were a light powder blue, there were navy blue chairs he had paintings of flowers hanging up, I'm guessing the idea is to keep you calm while you wait, a lot of people dread going to the doctor, I'm not one of them at least I wasn't till today. There was no receptionist, just doctor Everingham sitting in a chair, he stood up and extended his hand. Doctor Everingham was short about 5'3 I guess, balding with thick bifocals, somewhere in his 50's and you could tell he wasn't missing any meals. I grasped his hand and shook it back.
"Glad you could come at such short notice Detective."
"Please just call me Stan, and its no problem doc what's going on?"
"If you would please step into my office I have your file in there."
I followed him down a corridor into his office, he must have been a real avid fisherman, and there were pictures of fish on the walls and a couple of his trophies stuffed on the wall as well. He sat down behind a big wooden desk and offered me a seat on the other side. I sat down and watched as he started to rifle through a manila folder, think that's when it hit me, what the hell could be wrong with me? I'm in great shape I thought. I run 2 miles every other day, lift weights every other day, hell I'm benching 310lbs, and I have been doing martial arts since I was 10 years old, I'm only 28 what could be wrong with me?
"Detec...Stan? Are you ok?"
"Sorry Doc was just thinking, so what's wrong with me?"
"Well I went over your preliminary physical, and everything checks out, you're in great physical shape."
"Then what's the problem?"
"Well the problem is with the results of your blood work."
I had a wave of fear wash over me, blood work? Had I contracted HIV or something worse? It was no secret that I have been rather promiscuous since my wife left me 2 years ago, she couldn't handle the job, the hours, the people that I associated with while working, she made it an ultimatum lose the job or lose her. I have yet to speak to her in 2 years. My award winning personality at its best. But I always used protection, when I was "getting my freak on" as my brother likes to put it, always I couldn't imagine.
"Stan?"
He most have known I was thinking about something again, because of the dumbfounded look I gave him.
"Yes Doctor?"
"Like I was saying bout your blood work."
I couldn't take the waiting I had to know I just blurted it out.
"Do I have HIV?"
Doctor stared at me a sec and let out a long breath.
"No, no you don't no STD's of any kind."
I let out a sigh of relief.
"Then what is it doc?"
"Well Stan your results came back that you does have a very rare blood disorder, its called Polycythemia Vera."
"Poly what?"
"Polycythemia Vera, your bone marrow produces an extreme amount of red blood cells, that over production can lead to thickening of the blood, which can impair the function of the heart or the brain."
"Ok, how do we get rid of it?" I asked trying to keep a slight smile
"there is no cure for it, the best we can do is try to keep it under control with chemotherapy treatments."
"Chemo?" my heart was pounding in my chest, so unfair I thought, I go through all this to keep myself healthy then wind up with this? The man upstairs must have a sense of humor.
"When do we start these treatments?"
"I will have my receptionist call you to make an appointment, and I am sorry detective."
I walked out of his office, and down to the parking garage, still partially in shock, I just couldn't grasp the concept, me? I had a blood disease? I was actually going to have to go through chemotherapy? And the more I thought about it the more pissed off I got, I climbed into the truck and slammed the door, well one things for sure I thought, if I have this terminal disease, **** it why quit smoking. With that I placed another Marlboro between my lips and fired it up.
I keyed up the mic and called myself back into service. Then started rifling through some of my cd's, I'm normally a country music fan, but I needed something darker. I was pissed. I settled for Kid Rock, pushed play on the control panel and let the heavy drum beat and guitar fuel my rage. I drove west down I-70, and got off the highway at the Busch Stadium exit. My cell phone rang.
"Walker." I said as I turned down the radio, Kid Rock was screaming about how he's an American badasss.
"Stan, I have a job for you."
I knew without even another word that it was my Sergeant. Sgt. Gary Nichols, Nichols was a retired Army sergeant who had gotten into police work after his son was killed while he was oversees fighting for our country, and while he was doing that his son was shot for 32 dollars, and an 86 cavalier. I like Sgt. Nichols, he was fair and even fun to be around at times but more than anything he was strict and professional, very professional, his voice was so crisp it was as if every word was cut with a knife as he spoke.
"What's that Sarge?"
"Just wanted to let you know you don't have the day off tomorrow anymore, we need you to go to Barnes Hospital and interrogate Sanders."
"You have got to be kidding me Sarge, I haven't had a day off in over a week, can't someone else do it? What about Mc Intosh?"
Mc Intosh was another detective in the unit, he was very thorough and very by the book, and I thought I was a better detective then him but hey I'm biased.
"Mc Intosh is going to be leading the investigation and he's going to be at the crime scene today and tomorrow, until we have everything sketched, photographed, bagged and tagged, he's not leaving, that leaves you."
I let out a deep breath; the news just gets better all the time.
"You are to report to room 313 and interrogate sanders at 1600 hours, I expect a report on my desk no later then 2100 hours."
"Yes sir."
"And Stan..."
"Yes Sarge?"
"Good work today."
"Thanks." The line went dead
I flipped the phone closed, and was about to turn the radio back up, when the phone went off again, dear lord wasn't I Mr. popular today.
"Walker."
"What's up slapnuts?" I grinned immediately, I recognized the voice, it was Josh, we went to the academy together, guy was a blast to party with and once he started you couldn't stop laughing.
"**** you douche bag, what the **** do you want?"
"Don't you remember? Guy's night out? Were hitting the east side...get our drink on"
"Oh yeah that's right, forgot, I'm not off till 11 though."
"Don't worry about it well still be there drinking, I got the day off tomorrow."
I sighed, sure rub it in
"I don't, but I'm not due in till 3pm, let me get cleaned up after work and I'll head down there."
"Right on, I'll be there probably drunk with the rest of the guys."
"See you then."
"All right...later.
I hung up the phone yet again, after the news I had gotten today I think beer and women was going to do me a whole lot more good than chemo was.


It was about quarter till 8 now just 2 more hours till party time, normally it would have been three but the department likes their officers to be in good shape, so twice a week we get to work out in the gym. Wouldn't do for the bad guys to be stronger than us would it? I basically just cruised the area, one of the great things about being a detective is that the uniforms get all the calls, I just work cases, technically I should have been writing that supplemental report, but I really didn't feel like it, I could always start it tomorrow. I drove down by the riverfront to take a peek at how the bar scene was going tonight. Weekends in St. Louis on the landing are legendary, non stop party, and when you party you get drunk people, and some, thankful not all drunk people like to cause trouble, As I was bouncing along the cobblestone streets, I noticed a red sedan out of the corner of my eye, it caught my attention because, it was in a poorly lighted, near vacant lot. Nearly all the party people like to park as close as possible to the bars, that feat in itself can kill an hour maybe even a little more when you decide to venture out on the landing. Not to mention the rhythmic bouncing the sedan was doing, probably just some college kids just a little too excited, a little too early in the evening, I cull pull up flash the badge then just give them a warning, hey it could kill at least a half an hour and put me that much closer to party time. Why not? I pulled into the lot behind the sedan, I pulled a flashlight out from under the front seat and began to approach the vehicle, as I got a little closer it was immediately apparent that it was not a pair of frisky college kids, someone was being raped.

The female was laying on her back, her black hair all tousled, her skirt was yanked up all the way to her beltline, she had both hands on her attacker pushing with all her might to free herself, and unfortunately not succeeding, her lipstick was smudged across her face and her mascara was cascading in waterfalls down her cheeks. Her attacker AKA, Joe ****bag was on top of her his khakis were pulled down over his ass, he had her panties pulled to the side with his left hand and was balancing himself on his right hand while he forced himself unwillingly into her. I ran up to the passenger side door drew my gun and aimed it at the window, she caught glimpse of me from the position she was in, he didn't. I rapped on the window hard with the front end of the barrel I thought for a moment that I was going to break the window and I didn't care. He looked up saw me, more over saw the gun aimed at him and stopped dead in his tracks looking at me like a deer caught in headlights. She kept pushing him off and he got the idea this time. I yelled into the car Police...open up the driver's side door and step out slowly. He backed towards the door and I stepped around the car to his side. As he opened the door I ripped him out, my right hand has a fistful of his hair, left hand still held the Smith trained on his head. He was working at trying to get his pants on,
"Hands up now!"
He lifted his hands and his pants just fell to his ankles, he was still excited about what had happened, that made me sick. Moreover it made me furious. I sent my left knee sailing into his crotch, he made a soft mewling sound and doubled over kissing the concrete, I holstered my weapon and grabbed him by his hair again, he didn't want to get up at first, however a handful of someone else's hair really gets their attention, you can basically lead them wherever you like. He got to his feet still doubled over though.
"Put your hands behind you back!' he did so and I reached for my cuffs on the back of my belt, I grinded both handcuffs into each of his wrists hard, he yelped. The girl in the back was scrunched into the fetal position, crying.

I looked at her and felt another pang of rage, I grabbed him by the shoulders and drove me knee as high as I could into his groin again. His eyes rolled back into his head, and he hit the ground, without a word out of him. I let him lay there, and approached the passenger side again. I tapped the window with my badge.
"Miss?" no answer
"Miss? Its ok now your safe", and held my badge to the window. She looked up at me, fear pouring out of her eyes, eyes flicking from my face to the badge my face to the badge.
"C'mon lets get you out of here, can you please unlock the door so I can help you?"
She didn't react at first, the last thing most female's rape victims want to see after a rape is another man, let alone trust him to help. I kept speaking to her in a calm manor until her bruised arm teetered up to the door lock. I cautiously opened the door and held out my hand, she took it and I slowly helped her to her feet she was very shaky could barely hold herself up. She smoothed her skirt back down, but before she had gotten it all the way down I had caught a glimpse of dried blood stained on her inner thigh. I slowly walked her to my truck opened the door and let her in, she closed the door and immediately locked it, I couldn't blame her. I walked around to the other side of the truck and slowly got in didn't want to frighten her anymore after the ordeal she had been though. I scooped up the mic and called for an ambulance, and for a female unit to respond on the scene. She was lying against the seat on her side, and had started crying again, wailing out big long sobs, and whatever rage I thought I had put out flared to life again. I tried to speak with her, get some information about her, about the man that had hurt her. Nothing




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[Stan Walker]

I spoke very calmly to her "I'm going to go arrest the man that hurt you stay here I will be right back."
She didn't respond at all just stared at me with a tear stained face. I got out of the truck and walked back over to Joe ****bag, I call him that because he wasn't even worth me getting his name. He was just starting to come to; I grabbed him again by the hair yanking him to his feet.
He gurgled something I didn't understand, who cares. I turned him around and loosened the handcuffs to a normal tension blood started flowing back into his hands and you could see the indentation where they had been applied so tightly. **** I guess I would really have to get creative when writing this report.... Sir the subject was resisting arrest, as I applied the handcuffs, in the heat of the moment I fastened them too tight.... yeah something like that would work. I wanted to make sure he looked presentable when the uniformed officers got there. I couldn't very well put him in my vehicle so I settled for his, I walked him by his arm over to the passenger side, who says I'm not kind. Opened the door then bounced his head off the roof of his car. It made a big Thwoomp sound, and left a pretty sizeable dent. I smiled as I spoke to him he was writhing in agony.
"Oh I'm so sorry sir please watch your head." then placed him in the back seat of his vehicle and belted him in, doing so I whispered in his ear "If I ever catch you doing something like this again...I will kill you, make no mistake." I went back around to the driver's side front and removed the keys then locked all the doors in the vehicle. I had just enough time to do that when I heard the sirens and saw the first flashes from the cherries on the ambulance. I flipped my own light on and waited.

EMS arrived on the scene first, they normally always do, and I knew most of them from working different cases with different victims, and these 2 I had never seen before. I flashed them my badge, told them who I was, and what had happened. One of the paramedics was a black female named Shirley. She also was the only person who could coax the girl, who I later found out was Shannon Louise Barteau, out of my vehicle. They loaded her in the ambulance and rushed her to Barnes hospital. 3 patrol cars with uniforms showed up as well as Sgt. Nichols. It looked like the landing was going to be closing early...party goers don't like to see police when they are going in or coming out of a nightclub. Sgt. Nichols very crisply marched over to the back of the truck, where I was fishing a Marlboro out of my shirt pocket.
"Can you not get into trouble for 5 minutes Walker?" He grimaced at me.
I just kind of stared at him while I fumble out my lighter, and flicked on the orange/blue flame, I put it near my mouth and took in a big drag...I exhaled the gray smoke through my mouth and nose.
"Sir. I do what I can." I grinned back.
"So what happened?"
I recounted the story for him, telling him every detail, except for my extra curricular fun with Joe ****bag.
"Well it looks like we got him...you saw the crime in the process of being committed, so we have our PC looks like all we have to do now is take pictures of the scene. We will get a female officer from sex crimes to interview our victim, and get physical evidence via rape kit, and the crime lab boys to take specimens from the vehicle."
"What about interviewing the aggressor?" I asked, while taking in another drag.
Sgt.Nichols adjusted his wire rim glasses ad looked down at me, I thought I was pretty tall at 6 foot 1 but Nichols makes me feel short he's 6'5.
"Forget it Walker you're not interviewing him."
"Why not?"
"No way, we have detectives for that."
"I am a detective."
"Your narcotics, you don't interview."
"I'm interviewing a subject tomorrow...." he cut me off
"Only because that crime was narcotic related, don't try to twist words with me Walker."
Funny thing is, he was the one twisting the words, when the PD wants you for something, it doesn't matter what...you do it, but try to switch the roles around and. well you see what happens.
"Where is the subject now?" he asked
"Locked in his car, I couldn't put him in my vehicle with the girl."
Nichols started strolling his way over to the car, I crushed out my smoke and followed, by the time I caught up with the Sgt. he was staring at the roof of the Cavalier, he looked down at it, peered into the vehicle then to me a couple of times.
"What?" I asked shocked
"He was resisting arrest sir." I added
Nichols raised a hand up to me and shook his head
"Forget it I don't want to know, don't tell me anything."
He had a pretty good idea what had happened Mr. ****bag I'm sure. But in situations like this one, especially with a rape, It's a don't ask don't tell kind of thing, hell even the doctors and EMS don't want to know, they find out he was caught raping someone, they know the bad guy deserved whatever he got.
Nichols grabbed a uniformed officer, new guy, short with jet-black hair. Emerson his nameplate read.
"Have EMS take this guy to the hospital, and get him a fit for confinement, after he gets it take him down to booking."
Emerson snapped to attention
"Yes, sir."
I grinned. Rookies are always more than willing to do whatever you asked. They learn later on down the road not to be so eager. Sgt.Nichols spun back and looked at me.
"Looks like you got yourself another report to write Stan."
That wiped the grin off my face real quick. Two count them two reports to write, and not little reports either, big long, drawn out reports, tomorrow was definitely going to suck. EMS rolled my new friend past me and into the ambulance, I stared at him, he wouldn't make eye contact.
"You've had a busy night Detective, a shooting, and a rape, that's a lot in one night. For anyone." he paused, took off his glasses wiped his eyes and put them back on.
"In fact it is department policy for you to take a few days off after a shooting, and go to counseling."
"With all due respect sir, the days off sound great but, I would rather write reports all day then go to counseling."
"Unfortunately that's policy, take tomorrow off, and make an appointment with one of the councilors we have a list at the station. I'll find somebody to interview Sanders, if need be I will do it myself. When you get back though I want you to start writing those reports, no street work, unless absolutely necessary until they are turned in."
My night was starting to look up. Day off tomorrow...that's what I wanted in the first place...he said policy was a couple days off but I wasn't going to split hairs with him, I don't want to go see a shrink at all, but I guess you have to take the good with the bad. Nichols turned and headed towards his cruiser.
"I will see you on Sunday Stan."
"Good night Sgt."
I headed back toward my truck, I had a lot of the guys on the scene clap my back, and shake my hand, telling me good job. It felt good. Tally so far ladies and gentlemen good guys 2 bad guys 0.
I climbed in put the key in and turned the ignition, the truck roared to life, I shifted into drive and headed for the PD, my shift was finally over, didn't look like there was going to be time to work out unless I wanted to stay longer...nah there's always tomorrow for that besides I got a pretty good work out already. All I needed now was a shower and a change of clothes and I could put this day behind me, then it was happy drunk fun time, and believe me I was sooo ready.


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