Meat is Murder part3/3

Meat is Murder part3/3

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Sergeant Bronkomoroni has his suspect but he thinks that what's going on is bigger than one man, can he catch the conspirators before they get away?
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Sergeant Bronkomoroni has his suspect but he thinks that what's going on is bigger than one man, can he catch the conspirators before they get away?

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Submitted: April 15, 2017

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"Where's Miranda?" Lionel Bronkomoroni asked the short, fat, smartly dressed police sergeant that stood across from him in the small, dark, windowless interview room.
"Binks, read him his rights." The sergeant barked.
The young constable that had been stood near to the door quickly righted his stance, stood to attention and in a calm, clear voice recited the words "You have the right to remain silent. Anything you do say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to legal representation. If you cannot afford legal representation, it will be provided for you." The constable then left the room.
"Alright Lionel, that's our backs covered. Now can we be serious. You know the law as well as I do. We've got you bang to rights. We've got a weapon, fingerprints, CCTV footage and eyewitness statements. Everything we've got says that you did it so confess and things should be a little bit nicer for you, eh buddy. I am your brother, I could pull some strings, give you an easy time inside. But before you confess, I want to know why you did it." Said the interrogating sergeant.
 
"Meat is murder." That was all the suspect said. The scrawny man tried to hide the anger but Bronkomoroni could see it in his eyes.
"Meat is murder?" Bronkomoroni repeated. "Ok, I know you became a vegan a while back and that understanding the world and why things happen isn't easy for you but you started at the academy same time I did, you know killing animals isn't murder. But when you make it wabbit season on my streets, you're committing murder. So, who pushed you into it? C'mon man, I'm trying to help you here."
"Daniel. Brother. You never found the path of enlightenment like I did. You never fell in love or got married, I did, you were always to busy with your job. So don't you dare tell me I'm wrong because every choice I've ever made has been mine and mine alone whereas you just followed orders, danced when you were told like a good little circus monkey." The suspect's words conveyed anger and his tone was bitter, full of hatred and resentment. "And don't give me Reid, you've tried positive confrontation and theme development but I won't confess no matter what you say. From now on my answer is no comment until I get the legal representation the good constable offered me. And remember Daniel, meat is murder."
 
The sergeant left the interview room which left Lionel sat alone, alone in the dark. All I have to do is put Daniel off long enough for The Commander to sort things out, once he's done, I can tell all I know and help myself. He thought to himself, believing he could still win the fight for his cause.
 
"We've got it sir." Binks told Bronkomoroni as he entered the observation room.
"You have, good. Where is it?" Bronkomoroni asked his young colleague, eager to eradicate the problem plaguing his streets. He knew his brother couldn't have done it all alone and now he knew that the slaughterhouse fire was connected.
"Dystopia street sir, we found that he'd made twelve calls from the vegetable processing plant there in the last three weeks. CCTV shows known criminals, all vegan or vegetarian, heading in the direction of the plant. It'll be a good starting point if nothing else."
"Well done Binks, Lionel isn't co-operating so this is all we've got. I knew you could do it. Now we've got Elmer Fudd locked up in there we'll let him stew, let's get the rest of these looneys." Bronkomoroni laughed, a maniacal grin spread across his face, he knew the chase was coming to an end.
 
Around an hour later a fleet of black and white cars pulled onto Dystopia street, sirens blaring and Bronkomoroni's car at the head of the pack. The cars came to a halt outside the vegetable processing plant.
Thick black smoke covered the sky, creating a dark, deadly cloud that no light could penetrate. Below the crackle of flames became a backing track to the sirens of police cars and the hoses of firemen bravely battling the blaze.
Three men stood in the street, shouting about ending the flames and how they hoped the fire wouldn't spread.
Bronkomoroni looked at the inferno, saddened by this sudden setback. Whoever else was involved had got away and now he had to put his little brother through the courts. He felt a hand clap down on his back.
Binks had hit him. Binks then said cheerfully "Stop panicking, we always get 'em."
Both men looked up at the building opposite on which hung a banner that read:
Meat is Murder,
United we Stand,
and Save our Friends,
Big or Small, they're Grand.


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