C.R. Daems - Kazak 2 - The Unthinkable Read Online Free PDF Page A

away."
    "I was moving to get you out of the line of fire; otherwise, those wannabees would have been dead before they got to make their macho speeches. None of that is important. What is important is being aware of what is happening. Meditation is meant to help you calm your mind in cases like this so you can think clearly. We can start our session now while we wait for the police to get this mess cleaned up."
    "But-"
    "Now!" I folded into a meditation posture. Slowly, they followed. About an hour later, I heard the police sirens. Too late guys, the party over. I rose as a police lieutenant entered, followed by ten officers. And there is no coffee and donuts.
    "Are you Kazak Lynn?" he said while surveying the bodies. "That man at the door was repeatedly shot in the back. That's not self-defense. You're under arrest."
    I stepped forward, spun him around, and pulled him to me. My knife lay along his carotid artery. "He dies and anyone else that moves." I hit "1" on my speed dial.
    "What now?"
    "A police lieutenant wants to arrest me. I have a knife to his throat, and I'm in a bad mood."
    "Don't kill him, please. I'll have someone call him within the next five minutes. Lieutenant, what's your name?" Witton asked. I had never heard him nervous before.
    "Pella, Robert."
    "Pella, remain calm. She will kill you and whatever officers you have with you. Have your officers back off. I'll have someone in authority call you with the next few minutes." The phone went dead.
    "Move back. Wait for a negotiator. She's not going anywhere," Pella said feeling confident he would soon have help. As he spoke, one of the officers began shuffling to my left hoping to get a shot at me. Right now Pella was two inches taller and fifty pounds wider. A sniper would be hard pressed to get a shot at any part of me.
    "One more move and I'm going kill you, and that vest isn't going to help. Your big head is showing."
    He hesitated for a moment, but stopped when one of the officers reminded him I knew how to shoot by pointing to the gang bangers. Sometime later, phones starting ringing, including the lieutenant's. I let him get his police phone from his belt.
    "Lieutenant Pella, this is Commissioner Carlson. You are ordered to stand down. I am on my way to the Kazak facility. You will make no attempt to arrest or detain in any way the Kazak Lynn. Is this understood?"
    "Yes... sir." The phone went dead. I released him when I saw all the officers had returned their weapons to their holsters. Carlson's conversation must have been patched into all the police phones. The Commissioner arrived thirty minutes later. No one had moved, except the Lieutenant who had inched well out of my reach.
    "Commissioner, that bitch had a knife to my throat."
    "Pella, I'm informed you're lucky to be alive. You were told she's a Kazak and has diplomatic immunity. You had no authority to arrest her. You are entitled to see her tattoo-badge and get the number, and a statement if she wants to give you one."
    "She shot the man over there in the back several times-"
    "That doesn't change anything. Take some pictures and get this mess cleaned up." Carlson then turned to me. "I'm sorry about the confusion. Can I see your badge and if you don't mind, tell me something of what happened here." I had to admit he was being a gentleman, so I'd try and be nice. I rolled up my sleeve.
    "Kazak Lynn the Fox, number 231. Six gang bangers," I nodded to the bodies, "entered private property and threatened to gang rape my students and attempted to kill me, so I shot them."
    "Do Kazak usually shoot their opponents in the back?" His tone had suddenly turned harsh.
    "Only when they try to get away. This interview is over." I walked toward the bleachers. "Alright, I want an additional hour of meditation. You have a lot to consider; however, I'd recommend you try to wipe your mind clean. You will hear more if your mind is quiet."
    Yes, they would have many questions:
    Student: "Why can't the police question a