Chapter 8 - The Trapped Bully
While Caleb reviewed the classified files, Sheriff Vance led a convoy of four police cruisers straight to Caleb's small, modest house on the edge of town. His son, Tyler—a muscular eighteen-year-old high school athlete wearing his varsity jacket—sat in the passenger seat of the lead cruiser, a cruel, arrogant smirk plastered across his face.
"Dad, make sure you let me hit him once before you cuff him," Tyler laughed, cracking his knuckles. "That loser Ethan tried to report me to the principal for stealing his tuition money. I made sure he won't be playing sports ever again."
"Don't worry, son," Sheriff Vance growled, holding his swollen jaw. "The janitor is going to pay for breaking my jaw. He's going to rot in maximum security for the rest of his miserable life."
The four cruisers pulled up onto the grass lawn, their red and blue lights flashing wildly against the wooden porch. Eight deputies drew their sidearms, surrounding the small house while Sheriff Vance kicked the front door wide open with a heavy bang.
"Caleb Vance! Step out with your hands up!" the Sheriff screamed into his bullhorn. "You are under arrest for assault on a law officer!"
The house was completely dark and pitch silent.
Sheriff Vance barged into the living room with his gun raised, Tyler following close behind him. But as they stepped over the threshold, the heavy front door slammed shut behind them with a loud, mechanical click.
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The lights inside the house suddenly flashed on, revealing twelve tactical operators in full body armor standing in a circle around them, their high-caliber rifles trained directly on the Sheriff's chest.
👉 Read PART 9 to see the Sheriff realize who he was dealing with!
