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

Kazak?"
    Me: "Because it may compromise the high profile person she's guarding. In addition, they would want statements and may insist she accompany them to the police station for questioning. That would leave her client without protection for hours or even days while the organization found an available Kazak. Plenty of time to kill him. Furthermore, they would then want her to be available to testify in court. The organization doesn't have that many Kazaks that it can afford to have them tied up doing nothing."
    Student: "If the police can't arrest a Kazak, aren't you held accountable for your actions?"
    Me: "Neither the local, state, or FBI can arrest a Kazak nor can they be sued for their actions; however, they are accountable to the Committee who provides us with our immunity. They investigate each incident and decide if the victim is entitled to compensation and whether the Kazak deserves punishment."
    Student: "Won't you be punished for shooting that gang banger in the back?"
    Me: "No, he attacked people in my care. That action alone forfeited all his rights. Shooting him not only precludes him collecting friends and coming back, but also deprives his friends or employer of information as to how he was discovered and killed."
    Etc., etc....
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    They had just finished their morning stretches, when Gabe and Clare showed up. Clare marched over to me and stood frowning but said nothing. Gabe on the other hand was clearly excited.
    "The rumors are all over town, Lynn. A Kazak killed six gang bangers. And something about a police officer being assaulted and one of the gang bangers being shot in the back," Gabe said in a rush, while Clare conducted her detailed inspection of me.
    "You're not hurt?"
    "No, love. And it's all true, Gabe. If you want, you can be present when Clare interviews me before she returns."
    Clare grabbed me in a bear hug and squeezed, burying her face in my neck. I could feel the tears.
    "Damn you, Lynn, I could just imagine you all shot up. I even called Witton and screamed at him. This assignment was suppose to keep you out of trouble for five years." Her voice got louder with each word. "You attract trouble like... like... Witton is as frustrated as I am. Damn, you're making me old before my time. Oh, I love you although I shouldn't." Clare's face slowly turned red when she realized there were nineteen women watching her.
    "Ladies, this attractive and talented lady is my soul mate and a senior editor for the Denver Post. She's going to be doing an article on this program. Please answer any questions she asks. She will keep confidential anything you tell her that you don't want printed. Gabe, they are all yours." I took Clare up into the bleachers to watch the class. When we sat, I put my arm around her, and she leaned against me. We sat quietly, content to be together again.
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    Over the next week, Clare interviewed each student, watched every class, and questioned me about its purpose. At night, we talked and talked catching up on each other's life and later basked in the love of each other's arms. Clare stayed two weeks. I agreed to do a video interview under the condition that I would be shielded behind a translucent screen to hide my features and my voice distorted so it would be impossible to identify me or my gender. The last day, the Post sent down a camera crew. The Post had negotiated with the local TV station that agreed to purchase the interview. All the money would be administrated by a committee and distributed to deserving organizations and individuals in the local area. Clare would be the chairperson.
    I allowed the students to watch and to my surprise Gabe, Loretta, and Jianyu attended. We intentionally left out the confrontation with the police. It served no purpose and would create unnecessary antagonism. I already appeared on too many shit-lists. Before Clare left, I promised to take a couple of weeks off to visit her as soon as the women were settled on the Hill.
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    The final