Time: 1747 Location: Bad Lands, South Dakota
"Drop your weapons!" A group of Federal Agents stands backs together, weapons drawn in the center of a room full of angry Sioux. The Sioux believe that the federal government was responsible for the destruction and desecration of sacred ground. The Crazy Horse Memorial. The agents know more than they let on about the actual incident, yet they have their orders. As the two groups face off, Special Agent In Charge Thomas squares off against a man introduced to him only as Mr. Aketcheta.
"I think not. You see, we have the numbers. Should one of us fall, another will appear." The voice of Aketcheta, the instigator of this standoff, rises above the commands of the various federal agents. "It appears you have one choice, lower your weapons or face us."
"Mr. Aketcheta, you do not know what you are doing. We are willing to walk out of here and overlook this outburst but, you must lay down your weapons."
"Do you believe me to be an idiot, Special Agent Thomas? Do you really think we believe that you will just walk out of here and forget about this? No! What'll happen is we lay down our weapons, then you'll have each one of us arrested and locked up behind bars. There is no way out of this for us. We have no choice. Only you do. What's it going to be? Live or die."
The standoff continues. Still watching from the shadows are two men. One, wishing to rush to the aid of his federal counterparts. The other, hoping that wisdom, experience, and level thinking will bring a solution.
"He's going to kill them."
"No. He, will not."
"Thomas isn't going to lower his weapon, nor will any of the others."
"Yes, he will."
The exchange lasted mere moments. Yet, to those involved, it felt like a lifetime.
"As Senior Agent on-site, I order you all to stand down." As he says it, Agent Thomas lowers his weapon to the floor, slowly rising with his hands above his head.
"Are you nuts, Thomas?"
"Do as I say, Agent Michaels." Meeting the angry gaze of Agent Michaels of the Department of Homeland Security, Special Agent Thomas motions with the slight movement of his head to the shadows towards the two waiting operatives. Michaels picks up on the signal and...
"Fine. I'm not happy about this nor in agreement. This will be going in my report."
"Much better now. You, search them. Check for backup and drop weapons. You, get something to tie them up."
Within minutes all the agents have been disarmed and tied to chairs.
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