Black-Haired Internal Revenue Service SWAT Agent - Chapter 236



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Friendly Bell

“Vice President, it seems like you’re very busy this morning.”

Friendly Belle speaks to the Vice President, and her voice sounds as if she is speaking through a loudspeaker.

The deputy warden glanced at the numerous black inmates watching him from inside the cell block, then answered him.

“Give instructions for everyone to go to their rooms, Vincent.”

Friendly Belle chuckles at those words and then answers.

“You should be thankful we didn’t take over this whole place, and yet you’re making such petty demands… Glenn, we can just sit here and watch what the white guys in Cell Alpha and the ‘wetbacks’ in Cell Bravo are up to. Don’t you still get why you’re talking to me right now?”

The deputy director responded to those words with a more circumspect tone than before.

“Vincent, for the safety of the inmates here, I recommend that you each remain in your rooms.”

At those words, Friendly Belle nodded her head a few times dryly and then answered the deputy director again.

“Did the director run away in fear of this chaos?”

“The director is somewhere else on official business, so you can talk to me for the time being.”

At that moment, an explosion was heard from the Charlie cell, and Officer Pearson took out his walkie-talkie and tried to communicate with us while keeping some distance from us.

The deputy warden will have to get the black inmates under normal control before he can deal with the situation in the other two units.

Because of that, he now seemed ready to make a deal with Vincent Bell.

The conversation, which had paused for a moment, resumes.

“What do you want, Vincent?”

Then, Bell, who had been talking as if he was trying to see the liver, immediately fixed his expression and answered.

“All of our brothers will remain quiet and refrain from causing trouble until this mess is settled. Please promise me that after the rioting issue is resolved, you will definitely grant these three demands.”

“I cannot do so under my authority because the director is absent.”

Although the vice president immediately expressed his discomfort, Friendly Belle paid no attention and said what she wanted to say.

“The first demand is that all the inmates in our cell be allowed to have regular prison-level visits. The second is that the exercise time for our cell, Bravo, be increased by 30 minutes. And the third is….”

As Belle began to make demands unilaterally, the deputy director raised both hands and spoke loudly to him.

“Vincent! I’m not the warden, and all of this stuff is something the warden can only review after discussing it with the Federal Bureau of Prisons.”

Still, Friendly Belle finished what she had to say.

“My third and final demand is that the senior warden in charge of Block H, Ryan Lang, be removed from Unit Bravo, lest he inflict further abuse on our brothers.”

After hearing that, the deputy director closed his eyes and let out a long sigh in front of them, either thinking about something or suddenly becoming angry.

Bell, who had made his demands known, stared at the deputy director as if nothing had happened, even after seeing his reaction.

Then, the deputy director opened his mouth again.

“God damn it! Vincent! We need to resolve this situation as quickly as possible without anyone getting hurt, and now you’re leisurely demanding outrageous privileges for the inmates of Ward Bravo. I don’t understand your thinking! And you’re safe now because we have Ward Alpha and Charlie under our control. Do you even realize that, Vincent?”

“Isn’t that your opinion, Vice President?”

At Vincent Bell’s words, the deputy director shouts as the lid opens.

“If our riot squads weren’t guarding that door, Snyder’s skinhead gang with guns could come in here and cause a massacre, Vincent. And yet, you’re using this situation to manipulate us into doing whatever you want, and that’s absolutely unacceptable. When other federal agencies are arriving here soon, do you expect the Bravo guys to be treated the same way as the Alpha and Charlie inmates?”

Then, a bespectacled inmate in his 20s standing next to Friendly Belle confronts the deputy warden.

Judging from the person’s mood and speech, he must be someone who has learned a lot.

“Vice Warden, what Friendly Belle is asking for is a promise that the Warden made 15 months ago, that if she succeeds in staying in our cell block Bravo for a year without incident, she will be allowed to do so temporarily. Even when Snyder and the KKK (neo-Nazi gang) committed violence against us, our brothers did not fight back, but stood firm, and all of our cell block Bravo family members did their best to keep their promise to the Warden. And now….”

The deputy director raises both hands again and speaks.

“I’m not saying we won’t meet your demands, but I’m saying we’ll discuss this again when the director can review and decide for himself. Do you think that the situation where Big Rock is being taken over by crazy white guys and Hispanics is the right time to demand these benefits?”

Even though the vice-principal once again explains his position, Friendly Bell and his party remain silent and do not move.

I don’t know anything about the deals or incidents that happened between them, but I still have to deal with the situation in the other cells right now, and I wonder why everyone is like this.

Then Pearson, who had been communicating quietly on the radio, rejoined us.

As Decker and I look at him, he whispers quietly to us.

“Damn, the riot squad guarding the entrance to Block Charlie can’t hold them off any longer, they’re demanding reinforcements NOW. They’re saying the entrance to Block Charlie is about to be breached.”

He approached the deputy director behind him and whispered to him, trying to convey the same message.

They won’t be able to hear Officer Pearson because they’re about five meters away from the Friendly Bell gang.

However, I don’t think they are unaware of this atmosphere.

The deputy director turns his back on Friendly Bell and talks to Pearson about the situation.

At that moment, the huge black figure opened his eyes and looked at me and my team members standing behind the deputy director, and then spoke to us.

Perhaps you have seen our agency patches attached to our bulletproof plate carriers.

“IRS SWAT? IRS? Whoa! Are you here to collect my back taxes in a federal prison that’s been turned upside down by riots?”

At those words, all the black people around suddenly start gossiping.

Honestly, in this situation, I almost burst out laughing at Friendly Belle’s joke.

But then, suddenly, Amy walks towards the Friendly Belle gang.

I followed Amy, holding the buttstock of the HK416 tightly against my shoulder just in case.

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Amy speaks to him with a calm demeanor, as befitting a hero who has overcome adversity.

“We are federal agents dispatched to assist with a disturbance at a federal correctional facility. We are currently assisting with the recovery of the situation at Big Rock, so please comply with the deputy warden’s request immediately.”

After Amy says that, she stares at Friendly Belle’s massive arms.

The giant black figure notices our strong older sister staring at the tattoo on his arm and tilts his head.

Soon Amy said as she looked at his tattoo.

“You have a tattoo of the 75th Cavalry Regiment (a combat unit of the 101st Airborne Division, Air Assault Brigade, U.S. Army), Mr. Bell.”

To those words, the large black man looks at his forearm, which is as big as a football, and responds.

It’s a tattoo of a bald eagle holding something like a rocket or missile with both feet.

He seems puzzled by the fact that a middle-aged white woman would notice his tattoo, and hesitates to speak to Amy.

Then, Amy took a few steps closer to Friendly Belle and explained first.

“I’m from the cavalry regiment of the Combat Aviation Brigade (101st Airborne Division Combat Aviation Brigade, U.S. Army), Mr. Bell. I served in Iraq from 2003 to 2005.”

At those words, Friendly Belle stands up from her chair.

He was so huge that it seemed like it took him 30 seconds to even stand up.

He speaks in a calm and gentle voice, unlike when he had spoken harshly and threateningly to the vice president just a moment ago.

“Then, you were in the 17th Cavalry Regiment.”

Then Amy snickers and says,

“In July 2003, when we destroyed the villa where Uday and Qusay (Saddam Hussein’s two sons) were hiding in Mosul (Iraq’s second largest city), our 17th Regiment and your 75th Regiment carried out a joint operation…. Damn, those two guys were completely reduced to pieces of meat by our concentrated attacks.”

At those words, Friendly Belle’s lips form a faint smile.

Then say it loud enough for everyone to hear.

“Delta (Force) agents harassed our company and fired over 10 TOWs (anti-tank missiles) at Uday and Qusay’s villa, dam~! I can still smell the gunpowder from that time.”

Amy takes a couple of steps closer to him, and begins to tell another story, seemingly in time with his words.

“No, no, Mr. Bell! Before your 75th Regiment could fire their TOWs, under our CAS guidance, our brigade’s aircraft (OH-58 reconnaissance/attack helicopters) rained rockets and machine-gun rounds on that villa. That strike must have finished off Uday and Qusay. Saddam’s sons were taken by our 17th Regiment, not the 75th.”

At those words, Friendly Belle takes a cigar out of her pocket, takes a bite, and says.

“You were there, ma’am?”

Then, Captain America’s older sister nods and answers him.

“I was there.”

For a moment, some kind of atmosphere, unknown to me since I had never been near the military, seemed to flow between the two.

In that atmosphere, Amy now speaks to Friendly Belle in the same tone she speaks to me.

“Hey, man! How about we settle things inside Big Rock first, and then we can go after your demands? When we came in here, that crazy bastard Brad Snyder’s men were shooting us with 5.56mm rifles, which means those neo-Nazis have already taken every gun in the Alpha arsenal. You know damn well that if they take over the entire prison, your brothers in Bravo won’t be safe either…”

At those words, Friendly Belle slowly looks at the cells on both sides of the hallway and the inmates standing in front of them.

Then he asks Amy.

“5.56mm bullet?”

“They’ve been firing M4s and M14s, and even Molotov cocktails at our armored vehicles, Mr. Bell. They’ve got the main gate to Prison Block Alpha in their hands, and the guards and Illinois State Sheriff’s Department SWAT are barely holding them back from the outside. So, we need to take them out and regain control of the prison as soon as possible, Mr. Bell.”

As soon as Amy finished speaking, I cautiously intervened.

“This is an urgent matter, not only for the safety of the guards and ourselves, but also for the safety of the people in Unit Bravo.”

At those words, the leader of the prison cell Bravo stares at me and Amy.

At that very moment, the deputy director gives some instructions to Pearson and approaches the two of us.

It seemed like the two would bicker again, but then Friendly Belle suddenly said something unexpected to the vice-president.

“Vice Warden, until the other prison cells’ situations are resolved, we will all go back to our cells and wait quietly.”

The deputy director is startled by those words.

Friendly Belle continued speaking.

“And we will tell you everything we know about the escape plan of Prisoner Alpha and Charlie, and we will all cooperate if there is anything we can do to resolve the situation.”

The deputy director was so shocked by those words that he couldn’t continue speaking.

Deputy Director Glenn Franklin stares at Friendly Belle for a moment, then nods and says,

“Very well, Vincent. If you will cooperate, I will do my best to help you achieve your demands as soon as this situation is resolved.”

The confrontation that wasn’t a confrontation was resolved in an unexpectedly dramatic way.

But, this is only the beginning.

Soon the deputy director begins to whisper to us quietly, and I sigh without realizing it.

“Can you assist IRS SWAT in a rescue operation for our correctional officers held hostage in Cell Block Charlie?”

The moment we heard those words, Captain America’s sister and I almost simultaneously turned our gazes towards Team Leader Decker and Team Leader Dawson.

Then, the deputy director continued speaking in a small voice.

“We need to send our suppression teams here to Unit Charlie immediately to reinforce the lockdown there, but we need to rescue our people first. The Hispanic gangsters are threatening to harm our people if the main gate to Unit Charlie isn’t opened…”

When the vice-principal said this, he did not whisper, but spoke loudly enough for Friendly Belle and her party to hear.

Then Decker turns to Dawson.

Two people whispered something and soon they began nodding towards us one by one.

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