Nikki Armstrong - Mold Me: Episode 1
Detective Nikki Evelyn Armstrong, a decorated member of the United States Navy and the New York City Police Department, stood at the site of the freshly dug grave surrounded by its moist piles of dirt. She reflected on what most thought to be a promising career. In that moment of reflection, Nikki was in the second week of working on her new IAB case. Three months had passed since the “Shaker” case was taken down, and much of the press attention had died down. Most of her time was spent working with the U.S.Attorney, preparing the case prosecution case mayor of New York City, both U.S. senators for the state of New York, and the U.S. attorney for the Southern and Eastern Districts of New York also recognized her for her role in the Shaker drug and sex trafficking case, which extended to both jurisdictions. Nikki received no less than six awards from community organizations for her efforts in getting drugs out of the community. She had been promoted to detective second
Grade and had received another commendation from an increasingly bitter commissioner. She also received recognition from the U.S. Navy for her work in capturing drug smugglers, drug dealers, gunrunners, and sex traffickers. Her press puppy had written several front-page pieces about Nikki and her career that went international. The commissioner was still hoping that she would just go away.
Her new case involved allegations of officers ripping off drug dealers just outside of her old precinct. She knew the area well. She had heard rumors of this activity just before being transferred to the IAB. Nikki couldn’t believe that this matter hadn’t already been investigated, but she had learned to keep some of her thoughts to herself. This was one of them. It was early on a Saturday evening when she and her partner were assigned to conduct surveillance to keep watch on two patrol officers suspected of heavy involvement in the robbery scheme. About three hours into the surveillance, a call came over the radio of a possible domestic violence situation at an address Nikki knew all too well. It was the apartment of the beefy woman and her kids. She had first encountered this family during her first week out of the academy. Nikki was fully aware that this was a matter for officers on patrol; however, the address was only three blocks from where they were set up. She knew from her prior experience that the beefy woman was beating one or more of those children. She turned to her partner. “We have to respond. “What the hell are you talking about?” he said. “We are on sensitive surveillance. Let the uniforms handle this.”
Nikki Armstrong - Scholastic Achievement: Episode 2
Upon graduation from high school, Nikki was awarded a full four-year scholarship to a prestigious university in New England. Her initial response was to decline the offer. She wasn’t crazy about the idea of being so far away from family and friends. After visiting the school, she was left with an uneasy feeling. She found the staff and students to be very stuffy and full of themselves. Honestly, she felt once they got past Nikki on paper, they would never be accepting of the no-nonsense Nikki sfrom the Bronx.
Nikki Armstrong- Forged In Fire: Episode 3
Today, BB needed to push it aside and get ready for a new day, with a new addition to the CARE ensemble. A new piece of the CARE package which BB unflinchingly believed could take his vision to a new level, was the joining of Nikki Evelyn Armstrong to the crew. BB knew precisely how Nikki felt when she decided to toss her badge and end an important stage of her life’s calling. It was ten years ago to the day, when BB too had a Nikki experience, depositing his gun and badge into the East River. With the jettisoning of that weight, BB came to the realization one man could make a difference and that man would be him, Butch B. Brennan, BB to his close friends. For the record, few called him triple-B.N Nikki came through the doors at CARE (Corporate Alliance to Restore Equality) intent on making a difference; intent on meeting all challenges, intent on continuing to pursue her life calling.
Nikki Armstrong -Rank Is Sometimes Just A Smell: Episode 4
After graduating ROTC, Nikki spent three successful years as a naval officer before resigning her commission to, at long last, continue her goal of taking up a career in law enforcement.
Nikki was a few days away from graduating from the police academy. Through arduous work, her naval training, perseverance, and the skills poured into her by Papa and Mama Armstrong, Nikki was number two in her class academically. She was number one in physical training and marksmanship, due in large part to her military training. Nikki was number one in defensive tactics, in which she had relentlessly trained since she was fifteen, at the feet of the Old-Man and the Professor.
The young gladiator had never been bested in battle. She had developed a practice of staying late after physical training to work on her skills that hadn’t been kept as sharp as she would have liked, as she went through the limited training program offered at 29 the academy. Nikki also took the opportunity to get some extra time on the treadmill and exercise bike. That was for no other reason than her addiction to running.
Nikki Armstrong-Auntie Nikki Got This: Episode 5
Nikki was three months away from completing another roller coaster ride of a year fighting crime and working hard to change lives for the better. She was tired, mainly bsecause of having to deal with the bureaucratic bullshit that came with her commitment to the cause of making life better, whenever, and however, she could.
Nikki had long since abandoned the illusion that anyone above, or for that matter, equal to her in rank appreciated her efforts. She wasn’t saying that she was the only one who gets it; no, it was far from that. What she was saying is that most see this as a job.
An even smaller percentage see it as a profession, while she, herself, embraced it all as a calling—a quest to be the best. One of the first things she learned after taking on this quest was, she had to accept that it never has been and never will be about gratitude or thanks. If that was what she was looking for, she should be ashamed of herself and move on to something else. Maybe becoming proficient at saying, “You want fries with that?”
Vacations you say! Episode 6
Nikki and Everett jumped up and ran down to the water’s edge, the entire time scanning the shoreline trying to get a visual on the boys and see if lifeguards were responding. They saw no lifeguard but did see an arm pop out of the water. Nikki immediately recalled her water rescue skills from Navy ROTC.
The duo jumped into the water and swam hard in the direction of the flailing arm. Nikki reached the arm first and immediately pulled it up out of the water. As the boy’s head broke the surface, she saw Everett arrive by her side, and immediately passed the young boy over to him.
The boy was choking and gasping for breath, but alive. Everett held the child and swam for shore. Nikki dove down to find the other child but didn’t see him. It was not until her third attempt that she came up with the boy in her arms. He wasn’t moving. In fact, his body was limp.
Time for a change: Episode 7
Nikki Armstrong continued to work hard at making a difference in her precinct, and anywhere else where she thought she could help. Much of her efforts were met with resistance from the powers that be, but she never saw any of it as a significant obstacle.
Unlike the hordes of naysayers who saw law enforcement as a job, Nikki embraced it as not only her profession but also a calling. They were welcome to spend their careers punching the proverbial clock while in Nikki’s calling there was no punching out or standing down, and absolutely never, ever, any thought of backing down.
As the weeks and months passed, Nikki participated in the birth of twin babies in the stairwell of a housing development. She thwarted an extremely dangerous hostage situation in a department store under construction. When negotiations seemed to be going downhill, Nikki drove a dump truck through the front of the store and unloaded a load of dirt onto a pipe bomb the hostage-takers were threatening to detonate.
In that particular event, Nikki gave thanks to her older brother for taking the time when she was a teenager to teach her how to operate such vehicles. Once again, she found herself fending off attacks from higher-ups for employing what they called, her “extreme measures” in getting the job done.
The Bayview Chronicles: The Great GoKart Race of 68
It is likely that many of you who have blessed me by making the kind decision to read or listen to this short story is not familiar with the Little Rascals or Our Gang, and to me that is sad. The “Little Rascals” and “Our Gang” comedy short films had a significant influence on my young life. If any of you would like to start your day with a smile, I am fairly certain that the Gang is alive and well in cyberspace.
Much of my day was patterned after Spanky and the gang. Most mornings, my day would start with a bowl of Kellogg’s Corn Flakes or oatmeal while I sat squatting in front of the television before school, watching the antics of “Our Gang.”
The Rifle: By Pastor Regina Green
“The Rifle” is a true story about just one of the exploits that Regina describes as one of the coolest men known to man, which would be Robert Green, her father. As she describes him, her dad was an undisputed gift from God; take from that what you will.
Regina was not yet in her teens when this adventure unfolded and always maintained a vivid memory of the day you 23 are about to share in. Regina often brought the story to life as she regaled others with the exploits of her tremendous father and his loyal comrades.
The chain of events that took place on this day clearly speaks about this band of friends, as men and their deep belief in respect, honor, dignity, and accountability. To have located the story as she wrote it is a godsend and the beauty of being able to join paper and pen. We at G-Square Publishing hope you enjoy “The Rifle” as a gift from the Reverend Regina Gale Green.
Borders and Boundaries - The Bayview Chronicles Book 2
My Clothes, My Rules. Growing up, and to my shame, even today, well beyond fifty years of age, I have to admit that my clothes have always had a tough time being owned by me. Mom always took the position that I treated my clothes as if I worked in a Salt Mine. As a child, that did not inspire me to do any better. It inspired me to create a game where we kids were working in a mine. Mom would always chastise me for coming home with tears and holes in my jeans after a hard day at play. I played hard; I earned those holes and the scrapes, bumps, and bruises that came with them. I still have a few visible scars to this day. When mom finished explaining the value of a dollar, which always went right over my head, she simply went to dad, and they bought me more clothes.
Me, I although, what is the problem?
The “Five and Dime” store across the street sold Levi’s for five dollars a pair, and they had my size never thought much about dollars. For me, Quarters, Nickels, and dimes were my concern. I remember being extremely upset when the price of a slice of pizza went up to seventy-five cents; that was just ridiculous. Seventy-five cents was my entire allowance. What was I supposed to drink? Mom always said, water.