Tracer Bullet 1.5A Story by Miles W. An extended version of the original Tracer Bullet. Basically everything that happens that leads up to the point of the original story as well as an epilogue. Prologue: James Dinkleberg slowly walked back home in a daze. He had been up all night, drinking, dancing,
and what’s more, gambling. He couldn’t
help himself. No matter what his
therapist suggested, he just couldn’t find a stress reliever better than
gambling and drinking. He knew that it
was destroying his finances, but he didn’t care. He needed to find a way to cope with his most
recent layoff at his job. He got to the
door, and made an extra effort not to wake his beautiful wife Jessica. He deeply cared about her, but in these hard
times, it seemed that they had grown apart.
She was trying to get a job at one of the many different factories that
seemed to be popping up like weeds across the riverfront. But as of today, no opportunity had been
opened yet. James had been using the
last of his emergency savings to try and win big and help get him and his wife
out of this terrible life they were in.
So far nothing worked. He had one
last bit of money enough to get him through one more night. But as he looked for the jar of money to put
in his wallet for tomorrow, he found it empty, with a note inside. It read, Chapter 1 Case file 2038 August 28th, 1929. Hinatchi gang bank robbery attempt on Broad
Street. Battle Report. To the chief of police (or whatever rookie’s desk this will
probably end up on), I begin my report by bringing to your attention that this
robbery took place under your watch. It
was a beautiful day as I was just walking down the street, minding my own
business tailing somebody that might have helped me get the evidence I need to
wrap up Hinatchi and put him behind bars for life, but then the bank alarm went
off, and as I looked back, I saw one of your beat cops right next to it. But when the culprits dashed out of the bank,
your so called “New York’s finest” jumped into a nearby alley and tried to
avoid any form of contact with the enemy.
I took matters into my own hands by shooting the tires of their getaway
car followed quickly by shooting each member of the gang in the shoulder, and
disarming them in a timely fashion.
Unfortunately, there was an extra member that gave me the slip, and
snuck up behind me and hit me hard on the head.
I would have likely been dead as a doornail unless your spooked cop
finally manned up and put a gun barrel on the back of his skull. Some of your men showed up and finally got
them under wraps, but I learned a few days later, they were released with no
charge or other problems with the law whatsoever. It would seem that somebody high up in the
police department is paying you off, so effective immediately, I am taking a
personal holiday from the force until I manage to get Big Bad Hinatchi behind
bars. Tracer Bullet Chapter 2 James was in the right place and at the right time. He was at the exact location behind the casino
that was listed in the letter. But there
was nobody there. It was late, and his
wife was probably beginning to worry. He
turned to leave, and then bumped into someone.
As he staggered back and quickly apologized, he got a better look at his
point of embarrassment. It was a woman,
slightly smaller than him, and about as thin as a twig. Not like she hadn’t eaten, her face looked
well fed, but that her body was built to absorb everything and not let it
show. She was a red head, curled, and
wore a lot of makeup. She looked up at
him and asked, Chapter 3 Legal Trouble “Blast that stupid detective! Who does he think he is? Some righteous messenger from God or
something?!” The chief of police stormed
into his office, with a file in his hand.
As he shut the door and drew the blinds, he turned to the man sitting in
a corner. Chapter 4 Case File 2039 September 7th, 1929. Hinatchi gang assassination attempt. Battle report. I was making my way to pier 28, following a lead that the
Hinatchi gang was bringing in a shipment of black gold that was stolen from a
government convoy out on Lake Erie and was going to be sold to the highest
bidder on the black market. As I turned
down Ontario St., a car came hurtling towards me, with a man behind the
wheel. I managed to jump out of the way
in time, and the car ran right into a wall leading to a textile factory. I rushed to the car and opened the door to
see if the driver was all right, but as I pull him out, I smell alcohol on his
breath. At first I assumed drunk
driving, but then I realized that the way he was driving was too well planned,
too calculated. I was about to leave him
for the authorities when a shot grazed my shoulder and hit the side of the
car. I immediately jumped into the
factory and made sure that my piece was loaded and ready for bear. I broke the side mirror of the car and used
it to try and get an angle on my enemies.
I saw one enemy, but as I looked for other assailants, the mirror got
shot and blasted out of my hand. I
confirmed one enemy though. Tall, male, and
had a machine gun, loaded and ready for bear.
But the shot that destroyed my mirror was too well placed, and only
required one shot, so I assumed there had to be a sniper somewhere on the
roof. Not a very good one, considering
he missed me when I was sitting still, but he had the potential to be a
threat. I thought about stepping outside
and shooting them out of their nest, but then I realized that the street lights
gave me no cover at all. I looked out on
the street, and saw four street lights, all of them lit (I only had an instant
before another shot was taken at me). I
blasted the two that were in my range from my little corner, then dashed across
to the other side trying to avoid fire (I swear, these guys couldn’t hit the
broad side of a barn) and blasted the other two lights causing total darkness
across the street. I then quickly made
my escape down the street and was about to head to the pier when I realized
that if I escaped this trap, there would likely be another trap waiting for me
down at the pier. I raced up to the top
of the building where my assailants were, and when I finally got to the roof,
they were still looking for me down in the warehouse. I knocked out the one with the tommy gun, and
then put the barrel of my gun to the back of the snipers skull. I asked him who he worked for, and when he
refused to talk, I proceeded to shoot him in the leg and smash his face against
a chimney. I then asked him again, and
he said that Frank Hinatchi was out to get me.
He told me that he wanted to make my death look like an accident so that
the police didn’t have to… do something.
The reason I say this is because a shot rang out in the night and buried
a slug in the back of his skull. I
jumped behind one of the chimneys and re-loaded my gun. But as I looked around the corner of my
perch, I saw nearly ten guys with pistols, tommy guns, and sniper rifles all
aimed at me. I saw no way for victory,
and decided to make my escape. I pulled
out one of my many grenades and tossed it to the roof across the street. I knew that it wouldn’t detonate in time to
kill all of them, but it would give me enough time to get back inside the
building. I rushed into the house, and
found a window that led to the next building over. I did this for a few blocks making sure that
the enemy didn’t see me on the streets.
I finally got far enough away that I felt like I could get back on the
streets and make my way back to the
office. I have decided to make a
personal case file following this case.
Case 2040. Any other case
following will likely have to do with something not dealing with Frank
Hinatchi. I am going into hiding now,
and I plan to make sure that the mayor knows about my situation. He knows I’m a good guy, and that I want to
end Frank’s rule of this city. This
report will go to him through my personal mailing address, to ensure that there
will be no slip-ups. Tracer Bullet Chapter 5 Jessica got the eggs off the griddle just before they
burned, and put them on a hot plate. She
immediately rushed over to the breakfast table and set the plate down, and then
sat herself down. Chapter 6 Case 2041 Case File 2041 September 10th, 1929. Cheating Wife case. Initial assessment. I was sitting in my office watching the Cleveland baseball
team get beat again when a dame walked into my office wearing not much other
than an old coat that clearly came from a government distribution because of
the depression and some cheap high heels that she clearly wore about twenty
years ago. Brunette, as usual. She came in asking me if she could help me
with the fact that she thinks her husband is cheating on her. I was initially going to refuse her case, but
I let her speak because one, she was a lady and I didn’t want to be rude, and
two, what she mentioned later intrigued me.
She said her husband, James Dinkleberg, was going off to meet this woman
Jodie Zuckerberg on just about every Tuesday night and not coming back until
the next morning. When she gave me the
business card, I recognized the pattern immediately. It was one of Frank Hinatchi’s custom made
business cards he used in his casinos. I
saw this as a chance to get inside the workings of Frank Hinatchi’s buildings,
while also trying to figure out the truth in this case. I told her that I would take her case for no
charge for the first two weeks. She
thanked me profusely, and then left. I
decided that the best course of action was to go in disguise and get the layout
of the casino that was on the business card.
Afterwards, I would trail Mr. Dinkleberg and then sneak into the casino
and try to get some files on Frank that could put him away forever. Chapter 7 James woke up from a great night. He had gotten a promotion at his job, he had
the day off, and he was going to get his first paycheck on Friday, and things
seemed to be looking up. He got out of
bed and lost all his joy was lost when he saw what day it was. It was another Tuesday. He had to go to the casino hotel in order to
protect his wife. Protect his wife. At this point it didn’t even feel like he was
doing that anymore. He just felt like he
was just cheating on his wife. Plain and
simple. He couldn’t take it anymore. He felt like he and his wife had gotten
something going in their relationship, and were looking at finally getting out
of the life they were stuck with now.
But as long as Jodie held the gambling over his head, he could never be
free. And while his job was a
good-paying one, it couldn’t be enough for him to get out of debt before the
next payment on their apartment was due.
He couldn’t think of what to do next, other than keep doing what he was
doing. He quickly threw that idea out
the window when his wife woke up and kissed him good morning. He got up and grabbed the morning
newspaper. The headline said that the
chief of police had been arrested for fraud and that there was a new police
chief taking over. James thought it
mighty strange that Jodie Zuckerberg was in the background when they showed a
picture of Frank Hinatchi refusing to comment about the development. Then he immediately realized that Jodie must
work for Hinatchi. He then hatched a
plan that would likely work. Chapter 8 Frank was furious.
Just this morning, he lost his most powerful piece of the police force
because some dumpy two-bit private eye found some dirt on him, and now he finds
out that he’s two grand in the hole for some ammo he got a few weeks ago. He was in a FOUL mood. His secretary Jodie Zuckerberg walked in
looking a bit flustered, and told him that a guy named James Dinkleberg was
here to see him. He had never heard of
this Dinkleberg guy before, but he decided to hear him out. He told Jodie to bring him in, and in he
walked. Chapter 9 Case File 2041, September 14th, 1929. Mr. and Mrs.
Dinkleberg and Ms. Zuckerberg in the Hinatchi gang mix-up. Final report. Mrs. Dinkleberg, I must painfully regret to inform you that your husband was
indeed cheating on you, but it was the only way that he could keep you safe
from the wrath of the mob bosses of Frank Hinatchi. As was previously anticipated, he was heavily
in gambling debt with one of Frank’s casinos.
Ms. Zuckerberg was someone who could keep him distracted from attacking
you in order to make you pay. She was
one of Frank’s secretaries, and was able to keep the file of the gambling debt
off his table if Mr. Dinkleberg gave her “what she wanted”. In truth Mrs. Dinkleberg, I had been on the
trail of Frank for quite some time even before you came to me with your
case. I realized that I could use this
case as a way of finding evidence to convict Frank of a crime that could
incriminate him for life. As I trailed
your husband to the building of Frank’s headquarters, I was able to sneak in
and follow them closely. Apparently your
husband was going to end his affair with Ms. Zuckerberg in exchange for him
being a personal member of Frank’s gang.
Unfortunately, Mr. Hinatchi was
in a bad mood, and proceeded to shot your husband in the head. I had a camera with me this whole time, and
managed to get the evidence I needed before getting spotted by the big man
himself. There was a few minutes of
gunfire, but then the police came and picked up the big guy and all his
cronies, and I gave them the evidence they needed. Sadly, your husband was dead even before I
was able to take the picture. I am truly
sorry for your loss, and all I can give you for comfort is this: He chose to
face his fears rather than spend another day cheating on the woman he loved. Tracer Bullet Private Eye. Epilogue: Personal File 4.
October 12th, 1931.
Mrs. Johansen/Dinkleberg and my new promotion. A few years have passed since James’ death by the hands of
Frank Hinatchi. Today, Jessica’s new
husband took her to James’ grave so that she could tell him that she was moving
on with her life. If the present version
of me told the me from 1929 that in two years, Frank Hinatchi would get the hot
seat, you would get to know one of your clients personally and develop a
beautiful friendship with her, and, to top it all off, get promoted to police
commissioner of the city, I would have likely laughed it off as some
prank. But it’s not a prank. After James’ death, Jessica didn’t know what
to do. The city did all it could to help
her, but they couldn’t give her back the man she loved. I decided to take matters into my own hands,
but an unexpected result happened. I
realized when I was comforting her, she was also helping me. Helping me with the fact that I had been
chasing a dream of doing something for so long, that now that it was complete,
I didn’t know what to do with my life.
She helped me realize that even though I have put away one mob boss, I
still have to make sure that the city is safe from those like him in the
future. She met an amazing guy that I
can support, and they are going to move away from this city full of
memories. I know that it’s not usually a
good idea for somebody to do something like this in these hard economic times,
but I got the mayor to help them with some finances to get them started. As for me, I just need to focus on keeping
this city safe, but not losing myself in it.
I will continue to protect this city I call home until the day I retire,
or the day that a criminal blasts me in the head. James “Tracer Bullet” Gordon © 2013 Miles W.Author's Note
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