The hit on the courthouse C1

A trial has to happen, The witnesses proir to this were slain as was the felons.

THE HIT ON THE COURTHOUSE
CHAPTER 1
“General Genove Mitrica, it appears that they have been made aware of the dangers that they faced going to trial! They have no choice but they have to be there,” the attorney general said as he looked at me.

“I know, nothing had happened to the people in the hq. I saw to that happening here! No one would dare to attack the hq of a military establishment. This I knew for a fact, that it would not happen there,” I said as I was awaiting the others to arrive in my study. I was fearful of what could happen to the witnesses, and the felons, this time they were in my place. Within my security of the house nothing could go wrong. No one would dare to attack them.

I did know, that the other witnesses and felons were killed before they got to the trial. By who we did not know. They were snuffed out like rats before the slaughter. None of them lived. The safe houses have been compromised by who we did not know. The only people who knew where they were were within my study.

We did not know who sold us out. We had no bodies there of the enemy, or who could be the enemy for that matter. Power had gone out at the site where the witnesses were. The power going out, seemed to be the sign that they were there.

“I want to know, what is being done about these beings who are trying to stop the trial from happening,” Abrams grumbles
as I shot him a look that would have turned him to ice.

“You know damn well what has happened to the other trials we’re supposed to have made happen! You know what has happened don’t you,” Captain Sam Sincler said as she looked at him, she remembered his looking at the photos, his brow was damp with sweat. His hands trembled as he lifted them up to see the true scene that was on the poloirod film. “I saw your reaction to the photos you were looking at. They frightened you didn’t they?’ She lifted her glass of vodka to her pink lips. There was scar on her cheek from a knife’s edge.

“The houses where they were have been attacked. The security was mine; and mine alone here. The trial has been brought to the attention of the world by the military tribunal of which I support,” I declared, hearing a car arrive on the lot. I knew I would have to wait for the person to get here.

“The evidence was such that a few members deny it exist. That is why we are trying to have the tribunal show the evidence to the world. The thing was that these houses were hit with such procession that was as if they were given the addresses of these houses without question. It was done executed as if they were with military procession.”

The houses were numerous in various cities and on various continents, but only we where they were located. So, it has to be one of us who had done this,” Palter, a civilian liaison, said as he drew up his cigar to take another lung full of smoke into it.

"We can argue all night long, but it won’t change anything. You know I have been assigned to keep the trial in order for it to happen by General Mica of the Earthers of which we all are supported by the military might we have on Earth," I said as lifted my glass of whiskey to my crimson lips, the drink was needed as we were all waiting for the information to be brought to our eyes. I wished that I could relax and take it easy, but knew I could ill afford to do this.

The door opened, the room was large enough to accommodate the eight of us, shrouded in darkness but the surface of the table to show each of us to each other and what was upon it. In strode, Master sergeant Jazz as he lifted a manila envolope into view he eased it open, he poured out the pictures which were in color. Showing the burned bodies of the guards there in vivid color. He blanched upon seeing these shots. His hand shook, as the photos spilled out onto the table.

That had been made of the rooms, where the witnesses and the felons had been held to be taken to the court. It showed the burned bodies of the guards, it looked as if they were being prepared for cremation. The bodies in the armor where they were with a hole in the armor about the size of a quarter, This hole was all that found of their demise. Their bodies were covered in blisters and boils. The blood boiled in their veins which burst showering the bodies with blood.

There was an odd object there that we could not make heads nor tails of. It looked as if it had two peddles, and cylinder in its middle, with what maybe handlebars and a seat there, There were one of these things found there. The rooms had huge gaping holes in walls, chard residue littered the surface of the walls.

A few of us lost our lunches upon seeing these photos. I did not look at the photos. I had seen them before had enough nightmares seeing them before hand. Some of the people had not seen the photos. These people believed we were lying about what we saw in the photos.

We knew that we needed to have the trial commence. There were suspicions that perhaps a race from outer space was responsible for these products to arrive here. I was afraid that whoever wanted to stop this tribunal from occurring would do something now. When we wanted to bring in witnesses to hold the tribunal now. I swore to the general that it would happen. I knew it would
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“The witnesses' safehouses were breached, we realized this as the security's bodies were found burned to a cinder that was a dead give away that someone knew where they were. How had this happened we could not fathom an answer to this, ” Major William Pranson said, as he looked at the photos, he wore glasses an inch thick lenses.

“This is that nonsense you’ve been trying to tell us this happened. It a lie, you have made false photos to suggest that this has happened in these houses, Then you're going to accuse one of us to have done this to them,” Second luietenant

Robert Pincester said as he slammed his fist on the table, he was build like a heavy weight fighter.

“The information was given to the drivers by a code which we set up each day, it was different each time it was sent out,” I said as I lifted my cigar to my pained lips.

"These houses were supposed to be unknown to everyone, but us," I said as I looked at the Captain Sonder Micar; he had broad shoulders’; a few of us here imagined he carried the world on his shoulders. I eased myself back into my chair after looking at him.

"Yet these houses were attacked," Major Mikyta said.

“We scrambled our cars there, but we were too late to stop it from happening," Micar said as he made a bridge with his hands as though to say this was it.

"The power on these buildings vanished as did the other buildings on these streets. The military police raced toward these houses, they knew that they had better arrive there in a hurry. We did not know who gave the information away," Major Terrance Timmons said as he looked into my eyes.

"The persons who attacked these house did not taken any damage from the people who were protecting them. As we did not find any residue from them. Not even a cell had come off them. We had descriptions of the assassin, but they did not make too much sense to us,' Micar said as he looked away, he heard the sound of a car driving into the lot.

These were members of my military tribunal discussing the matters before them. They had to be able to protect the people testifying on our behalf. The way that the individuals who were to be defended by us. It seemed as if they knew where they were. Without a question. The attacks that were made on them. It was as if they had no concern about what we were trying to do. The bodies were found in the houses, the doors were a jar. Whoever went there knew about everything. The computers that were set up to watch over them were turned off. It was as if there was a huge electric storm that rattled the house. The guards were killed with the greatest of ease.

"The guards were shot as they walked to the house or so we believed. The reason I say we believe is because we did not see them walk upstairs. The cameras trained on this street shut off before the guards got there. In less than a heartbeat security would be there. The bodies were set ablaze in the houses. The witnesses and the defendants were gone."

"How?" Captain Mal said, as he shifted the photos in front of her, her hair was in braids that fell across her shoulders. She shrugged her shoulders as if she had nothing to worry about. It wasn't her head on the platter, it was mine.

"That is the question I want answered," I snarled, imagining my hands on the person who dared ask this question.

"How could this have happened?" Sara said as she watched Jazz step away from Gyro before his hand could catch his on his ring, with sharp edges to it. Sara winced, and grit her teeth.

"We do not know. Do we? That's why we are here isn't it!" ,Gyro said as he glared at Jazz as he hefted the photos into the air.

But we were sure that the people we were bringing to this trial would not be stopped as they were held in our HQ. The guards had been tripled. They knew that they would have to be willing to die to protect them from being found. I lifted my glass of whiskey to drink, it set my mouth a blaze as it tore down my throat.

Someone knew where the witnesses were? But how? I did not know, I had taken a seat in the room with them. The house stank of alcohol and perfume and cigarette smoke in this room, it wasn’t hot. The table was mahogany. There was a map of the cities where these trial had been held, there were tacks representing the houses that have been attacks made. It was comfortably heated, my friends knew what task was before them and what they must do to protect the trial.

The quiet hung about our necks like an anvil pulling down into the quagmire that we were immersed in.

The deaths of our witnesses, the safehouses which were blown or must have been if we were to judge by what we had found there instead of the bodies of the dead. Burned, or beaten to death or shot to death.

There were now eight of us to discuss these matters. Involving the matter before us. How could they have known where the people were?

No one, but our group knew where they were. We wanted to keep it that way. So, the only people who were aware were us than we would be able to protect them. And if someone attacked then it would have to be us that have given them away.

I knew each of us wanted to protect the witnesses. That these witnesses and the defendants were aware of who they were working for.

The person who they were working for had been trying to orchestrate the control over our people and the planets whom we support. We understood that this person wielded a lot of power.

People we wanted to see and have them tried for their crimes vanished as if they were but a ghost. When we arrived, their homes were empty. It seemed as if we were chasing ghosts. Evidence simply vanished like smoke from a lit cigarette leisurely consuming its source. We were concerned about this happening.

We needed the trial to happen, the people held here. Would make it to the trial. I doubted anyone would dare to do anything with them now. The people who opposed this trial hadn’t shown their faces yet. Today the trial would begin.