Justice Rising Part Three

She hadn't recovered her family Jacob and Ella ...always due to the Ex boyfriend's department. She had the intel though. The serial number for her firearm due to a quick call to home, her furbabies microchip numbers thanks to her vet in Arizona and her favorite vet in Savannah taken from her the week of Mother's Day 2019 by Diamond Newton and R Montgomery . She had the VIN number for her car stolen the week July 10th 2019, by Ofr Fereguson and the hope that that information in the right hands would spark an investigation. She had been investigating it all, her sexual assault, the Federal RICO violation sparked by a dead car battery and callous police forces who let the officers who had had the opportunity to do the right thing for almost two years now victimize the public instead of serving and protecting it. The silence of Police Chief Ashley Brown, the slander by Capt Brogden, telling her to investigate it herself had even gone unanswered even by Steve Scheers, who would rather have a police force full of corrupt cops then to simply even return a call or email and mitigate the liability the cops had single-handly created. Harboring fugitives especially those with badges was a crime. She would make sure everyone paid for crippling her life and destroying the public trust. No police officer in Georgia had listened to her, no lawyer doubted her. Her once friends were the enemies of every man, woman and child and there would be hell to pay.

The man who had adopted her when she moved to Ga, an ex- Navy Seal who owned an elite high end protection firm in Atlanta had trusted her the personal details of everyone of the staff. Ex-military, Ex- Blackwater, Ex-US Marshall's. Every detail from their social security numbers to their bank accounts was contained in the Apple electronics Chatham County deputies had taken in June 2019, even their children's shoe size. She had insured that if this had been done to them they would have a safe place to go and everyone had taken away hers.

She still couldn't get to him but he had trained her with his stories and his trust. She had the basics, for how long was a question. Even the current man in her life had decided he didn't want her. He had made that clear with his emotional absence. He could have been her hero, instead he had pushed her so far away she let him. She had always fought for every man she had ever cared about. When they stopped caring about her, she would respect their decision but even she could not let it cost them their lives. She had had to tell the former love of her life's Captain, that a convict with the ability to had threatened his life. She may hate him for breaking her heart, but she could not let him die if only because of his two beautiful daughters she had considered her own.

Her mind drifted to a conversation they had once had when she struggled to have to bare the knowledge they could lose him. One evening as they talked on the phone, he was upset. Not with her but with his ex-wife withholding them from him. No screaming , no yelling but she could read between the lines of the silence, they had always been that close, first as friends and then as lovers. His oldest daughter need glasses, and her mother mostly too ready to try to get anything she could out of him had called him rather than just make an appointment. So she had taken upon herself, not out of anything more than being more of a human being than their mother, to find a place and time for his daughter to get them. She had accidently had a slip of the tongue and called them "Our girls" catching herself milliseconds later. She began apologizing profusely. They weren't hers, she just had wished for a very long time she was could be his wife. She expected anger, and instead he simply said, with a smile lacing his voice only a lover could detect, "It's okay Babygirl. You have a beautiful brain, you are magic." She never understood this statement..only many years after she had seen him, after he had turned his back on her did it make a little sense.

She had always had a way with men. Not a manipulation but an ability to touch a piece of their heart, to pull out of them a sense of duty and honor. The Queen always backed her people and her family, even when they didn't know where to start..she always left breadcrumbs of information...they just needed to start calling the friends and family they trusted..because word was getting around not just a small town but a big country and she wouldn't stop until all of her whims, demands and desires were met.

She considered the possibility of entertaining suitors again. She had once been the most desired woman who didn't know it. Now she was worth millions in the right hands. She could catapult any lawyer to fame and fortune if he would listen and take a chance. If she had to leverage her way back into the world she wasn't afraid to play every card and she had every reason to these days and every reason not to hide the secrets of the idiocracy. She had always been Queen, and she wasn't going to let any potential King take away her crown. Word spread like wildfire at an epic pace, she could make or break careers, hearts and rules. She had never been a gambler but information was currency and with a memory down to the last detail she was the prize. The problem was it took more than promises to win her heart or her alligence..it took actions. Love had always been her religion but until the world treated her like the lady she was it didn't get to control her. She had been every man's muse, the trophy they coveted, the walking embodiment of everything just and good, and the worst habit they could never break. The worst thing you could do was break her heart which was death penalty offense in her Court. She may not be the one leading them to slaughter but justice always wins and so did she.

She worked diligently untangling lies and broken laws of the land. She could do the brain work, she just need her allies (she would never call them soldiers or peasants, that was never her style). The law of the land came forth, those that had been abused by the systems they served took their place as the law givers in her absence. They always knew how to find her, even if she didn't know who to run to anymore. The world hadn't changed her as much as it would have liked. She was never that easy to forget, or that willing to put down her sword. Her story just need heroes from all walks of life to refuse to see her lost. Anything that is lost can be found. Life wasn't a movie, song, or social media post waiting to be reversed. It was a game of the strong the brave , those willing to not to give up their whole world but to make her a part of there's. She ruled with an iron fist, she hated corruption and anarchy. The man that could wipe away her tears when the tough choices had pulled her heart strings too tight, the man that would do as all of them always have and risk everything he had to protect her, would one day be her King. Never her captor, never her custodian, but her equal. And so the search began for her. For all that would fix what had been broken her heart. Piece by piece things began to reappear, even if she was not the beauty they once wanted she still was the brains of every operation.

She would make good on all the things she wanted for her people if those she championed would be her redemption.