Sysense Stories

When Staff Sergeant Mc Riley stepped off the plane, he'd come home to bury his father. By the end of the day, he was on a hunt for justice in a small town run by crooked cops. The chief of police put one hand on his pistol and the other in a fist on his hip. "You, Staff Sergeant Mister McRiley, are a one-man crime wave. In the week you have been in town, you have been involved in a disturbance of the peace in a bar, another at a boarding house, an assault that hospitalized a man, the target of a drive by shooting with a lovely young lady who was an innocent bystander that was nearly killed, and now a body dump on your mother's lawn. I have serious doubt that is how she raised you. My officers and I keep it nice and quiet around here and you have been nothing but trouble since you arrived. Nothing happens in this town I don't know about. I think you are trying to start a drug war to take over the territory. Be warned, I don't like you in my town and will take you down hard." James smiled at the thought, but knew he was a marked man and took it seriously.