The White police left the blazing house and were en route for the border crossing. They caravanned; fire trucks, police cars. The lead detective had just called it in that Eve was dead. This had been the biggest break in his career, he knew there would be a celebration and he would receive an honor, probably a promotion.
They slowly drove through the streets as a parade would on a happy day. The message to the on-lookers was clear. They were in charge and that hadn’t changed. The traitor was now dead, according to their fabrication.
Ahead, they saw the entrance to White Town. They knew they would still have many battles to take on with the thugs marching through their streets, but things were different now. They felt infallible.
They stopped and waited for the cars ahead to move, watching the guard ask the usual questions as people passed from the ghetto to the other side. What they couldn’t see was the Latino policeman hidden in the booth with a gun aimed at the border guard. The sham was working, the cars progressed through the gate as if everything was normal.
There was one car left before they would leave the God forsaken Latino Town. Then one of the White police caught the expression on the guard’s face. He was trying to warn them, stop them from getting in the lead.
A shot was heard and the border guard dropped out of sight. The lead detective yelled for the driver to stop and jumped out of the car. “It’s an ambush! Everyone, ready yourselves!”
Shots hurled both directions, cans of gas were thrown over the wall. But both sides wore protective gear. Troops ran in a frenzy to escape the smoke filled area so they could see their targets. It was a battle of alien looking men, all dressed to protect themselves from the gas. A command was screamed from one of the Latino leaders.
A small rocket was fired into the mass of White police. Its explosion caused an eruption of cries, men running for refuge, many of them dead in the street.
Marching from the other side of the gate, the Latinos barged into the massacre, firing off their guns with each step. They saw the runners trying to escape and cornered them, slapping on handcuffs as each was caught.
It took no more than 20 minutes for the battle to conclude. Bloodied bodies lay in the street on both sides of the wall. But this one was hailed a triumph by the Latinos as they took the few live prisoners into their ghetto, and headed toward the Latino Town prison.
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