Black-Haired Internal Revenue Service SWAT Agent - Chapter 231



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Big Rock Federal Prison

“Hey, Fred (Team Leader Decker)! Look at that kid.”

At Strauss’s words, Mr. Decker and Preston also look out the window.

The punk standing about 30 meters away from us, with the bulletproof window between us four, was ‘Brad Snyder’.

A Tennessee punk, a neo-Nazi ringleader, and a total piece of shit who tried to destroy us with an antique Sherman tank.

It’s surprising to see a guy who looked like a dirty, dirty bastard in the backwoods of Tennessee leading a group of skinheads here.

As the three of us look toward the corridor surrounded by chain-link fence, a senior guard who has been supervising the body search of Gomez in the security room approaches.

“Do you know Brad Snyder?”

As I was about to answer that, Snyder gave us the middle finger.

I also answered the guard while raising my middle fingers toward Snyder.

“Our team arrested him in Tennessee. I had no idea he was being held here.”

Then, the guard gestures to the guard leading Snyder’s group to take them away quickly.

“Since that son of a bitch got transferred to Big Rock, the skinheads have been causing trouble. All the white supremacist scum who used to be quiet because they had no one to rally around, they’ve all rallied around him. So now they’re fighting with the blacks and Hispanics all the time. That son of a bitch is a real pain in the ass.”

At those words, the three of us turned our gazes toward a black prison guard who looked to be in his fifties.

He nods at us belatedly and introduces himself.

“This is Wendell Pearson, the operations manager at Big Rock.”

“SWAT, Chris Kim, I’m with the IRS Chicago office. This is our senior agent, Team Leader Decker, and Agent Strauss.”

“Does the IRS also have SWAT?”

Before this veteran prison guard starts making jokes about breaking down the front doors of people who don’t pay their taxes and demanding that they pay, I have to strike first.

I asked, pointing to a large prison map posted on the hallway wall.

“Are there a lot of violent criminals incarcerated at Big Rock?”

Then, Inspector Pearson, who is over 190 cm tall and has the build of a football player, approaches the inner guidance map and uses a ballpoint pen as a pointer to explain.

“Big Rock was originally an FCI (Federal Correctional Institution)-level facility, but five years ago, we remodeled the entire facility by installing state-of-the-art surveillance and management systems. So, two years ago, we converted it into a ‘Super Max’ (a concentrated prison for the most violent criminals)-level facility and are now able to house a large number of violent criminals.”

An aerial photo of the prison that Pearson pointed to with his pen showed the three-story main building, where the office building is located, and three wing buildings extending in three directions from the Greek main building.

And two layers of chain-link fencing, barbed wire fencing, and three watchtowers surrounded the prison buildings.

“The three prison wings extending from the main building are ‘Wing Alpha (A Wing)’ for white violent criminals, ‘Wing Bravo (B Wing)’ for black violent criminals, and ‘Wing Charlie (C Wing)’ for Hispanic violent criminals.”

“Wouldn’t it cause more problems if they are separated like that?”

He sighs and answers my question.

“Originally, in order to prevent them from banding together and forming a powerful group, we mixed the three races and forces and imprisoned them together, but since incidents of them fighting and stabbing each other have been occurring every day, we are now operating with this separate imprisonment policy.”

Decker, Strauss, and Preston also listened intently to Pearson’s explanation, and he continued his explanation in a low voice as if only for us to hear.

“And now, another ‘D-Wing’ is under construction right next to the Alpha wing, to house 200 more felons within the next three years. This new wing will be super-max, with 220 inmates, all in solitary confinement. By then, this place, Big Rock, the entire site will be even more fortified than it is now.”

200 solitary cells for 200 violent criminals.

I’ve heard that one quarter of all prisoners in prisons around the world are American, which is a very American thing to say.

It’s hard to believe that in the 21st century, one in every 100 Americans is stuck in a place like this.

Pearson finishes his explanation with a wry smile.

“Anyway, as long as these three forces are at odds, Big Rock will be nothing more than a powder keg of time bombs. So, if you want to make sure that Nick Gomez, whom you temporarily left in charge, can testify in good health, you’d better get him out quickly. He came in to avoid retaliatory attacks from outside gangs, but he could be harmed by the beasts trapped inside.”

We all nodded at those words.

At that very moment, a voice is heard from Warden Pearson’s radio.

“Wendell! This is the main gate! A Suburban and two Bearcats from the IRA SWAT are here right now. Your escort is Special Agent Anderson from the IRS Chicago office. He says he’s here on business with inmate Nick Gomez. What should we do?”

At that I gave Pearson a big nod, and he immediately took out his walkie-talkie from his waistband and responded.

“We’ve got federal agents and a party with Nick Gomez, let them through right now, Hank!”

“Razor that!”

After a while, our group’s vehicles entered from the main gate and stopped in the parking lot.

Now it’s time for us to return to Chicago.

Before I can say anything, Decker, Strauss, and Preston are grabbing their flak plate carriers, fast helmets, and guns.

I too was about to pick up my gun and gear and greet Officer Pearson, when the search room door bursts open and a young officer speaks loudly.

“The inmate (Nick Gomez) has something to say to the federal agents before he enters the cell block.”

At those words, Pearson looked at me, and I placed my gun and equipment back on the waiting room chair.

Already, is that shady gangster’s accountant looking to make a ‘deal’?

***

“Damn it, Kim, don’t you even know your ‘paygrade’? You’re the most senior agent in the field now, so don’t wait around for me and get to work on the situation right away. You drank too much Korean soju, you’re starting to faint when you’re feeling fine, what the heck? Like an idiot, really~.”

Amy yelled at me loudly in front of our team and the Big Rock guards.

And I was just scratching my head, unable to make a sound.

The reason was, Gomez wanted to make a deal about her testimony and asked to speak with our most senior agent, and as always, I assumed Amy was the senior agent and called her and the rest of the team into the office building.

But, as I listened to the story, I realized that I was now the head of Task Force Blue, which meant I was at least three ranks higher than Amy.

All of our uncles are laughing out loud, and the guards are looking at us without knowing what’s going on.

As I’m heading to the inmate waiting room on one side of the office building, Amy shoots me dead.

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“Damn, how fast did the higher-ups have to promote him that that idiot didn’t know his rank? It’s the end of the world, the end of the world.”

Even after hearing that, I clasped my hands together and made a gesture of prayer towards Amy.

I was as confident as anyone when it came to IRS-related questions.

But in Gomez’s case, the scale of the case itself was enormous, and it involved a federal trial currently underway.

Even though she was good at shooting and destroying villains, she needed the experienced Amy for interrogations and interviews that required a battle of wits.

As we entered the waiting room, Gomez, who was handcuffed and shackled, jumped up from his chair.

“Mr. Gomez, this is Amy, a senior agent with the IRS CID…”

Before I can even finish introducing Amy to Gomez, he’s yelling at me.

“Testify! I will testify!”

As I tilt my head, he shouts again.

“I’ll fucking testify, but you protect my family from them first. Whether it’s the FBI or the Marshals Service, if you protect my family from street gangs, then I’ll testify about them.”

Before the two of us even entered the room, the situation was resolved.

I looked at Amy in a daze, and the strong older sister looked up at me as if asking what I was doing.

I said to Gomez, pulling out my smartphone and showing it to her.

“Okay, Mr. Gomez. First, let’s call the U.S. Attorney’s Office, give them your demands, and get a definitive answer.”

Then I called our regular inspector, Alan Wells.

While the beeping sound was going on, I backed out of the waiting room and stood in the hallway again.

Soon, Inspector Wells’ voice was heard.

“If it’s not good news, I’ll hang up on you, Kim.”

“Alan, Gomez wants to testify again, but only if her family’s request for protection is granted.”

Wells responds to those words in a calm tone.

“If you call your family, the only one you have is your older brother, who is single and unmarried. Why didn’t you make that request from the beginning?”

“If you have a big brother, doesn’t that mean you have another brother?”

“Gomez’s second oldest brother is currently serving a 30-year sentence in Folsom. So, we only need to get one person into the protection program.”

“Well, then, go ahead and do that, Alan. Can we notify Gomez that the deal is final?”

“Of course.”

“Oh, right! So should we take Gomez back? Or are you going to have him stay here for a while?”

“It would be a good idea to keep him there for a few days. Even if the gang finds out later that Gomez is being secretly transferred there, it will be impossible for them to infiltrate the facility, so Big Rock will be the safest place in the world for Gomez for the time being. Ironic, isn’t it? A prison full of vicious criminals is the safest place for Gomez~.”

But then, a white, educated, professional woman in her 40s with a lot of class and sophistication suddenly finished speaking and laughed like a hag.

It sounded exactly like the laughter that Saxon used to make fun of me, but at that moment, I sensed something strange in her inexplicable laughter.

Surprisingly, the sight of that strange feeling becoming reality unfolds before your eyes.

I caught sight of a dozen or so guards emerging from another entrance of the main building and running towards a place called Prison Cell Alpha.

As the sun was slowly setting, the intense movement could be seen with the naked eye through the windows on the first and second floors of Prison Cell Alpha, about 80 meters away.

There is clearly an atmosphere of something happening.

As I watch the place, I hear Amy’s voice from behind.

“What did the lab say? Tell me the results of the deal quickly so I can take Gomez to the prison cell!”

I said, giving her a thumbs up.

“You can consider the deal a done deal, but tell them I’ll be staying here for a few more days.”

Amy nods and goes back into the waiting room.

Meanwhile, Pearson, who had been giving urgent instructions to someone over the walkie-talkie, comes towards me and stares at Cell Block Alpha.

I glanced at him and the control room behind us, then asked him quietly.

“Pearson! What the hell happened in there?”

Curious to see if our team members feel the same way, the men approach the window or a place where the internal CCTV screen is visible.

Pearson answers me late.

“As soon as Snyder and the skinheads entered the prison building, they charged at the guards. Now that reinforcements are here, they will be subdued immediately.”

As I look back through the bulletproof glass window toward the cell in question, Pearson receives a phone call from someone.

After exchanging a few words, he hands me his smartphone and says,

“Kim, this is the deputy warden of our prison. Take this.”

Before I could open my mouth to answer his phone, the person who said he was the deputy director spoke first.

“Is the IRS still working on this?”

“No, I just finished.”

“Okay, we’re going to put Nick Gomez in solitary confinement, so if you can just get the IRS agents out of our prison immediately, Agent.”

When I tried to ask the reason for that, the deputy director immediately hung up the phone.

Instead, Pearson returns the call to me and explains:

“As I said before, there are three factions causing trouble here, and in case of a riot, we have to blockade the inside and outside of the prison. If that happens, your IRS agents will also be trapped here, so the deputy chief has requested that you leave immediately.”

“A riot?”

Amy asks Pearson, with a surprised look on her face, when she came out of the waiting room.

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