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Chapter 4: Blue Thunder 2 - Millennium Thunder
Written by Michael Erickson
Copyrighted Columbia Pictures, 1983 - 2002

Based on characters and events by Dan O'Bannon and Don Jackoby


One of the other real fun things about being an officer of the peace, was answering questions to the media. Some questions that the police department did not really want answered. As some often thought, the people's right to know things could give others a huge pain the ass. The last time that Murphy had to make a statement to the media, or answer questions, was right after he came to Louisville, and immediately resolved a domestic dispute along Fordhaven Avenue. An incident that resulted in the deaths of a family with a long criminal record. Including two children who were labeled as spoiled brats and troublemakers by the other neighbors. Murphy was not very thrilled with that prospect. Neither was Ralston. Ralston had other reasons for disliking the media. Having put up with the competitive and cutthroat horseshit (his own colorful description) of the business when studying for his Associates, he immediately changed majors to Law Enforcement. Since then, he developed an even gretare dislike and hatred for the news media. Broadcast, radio, print, or any other form of media information.
One of those great dislikes had suddenly appeared on the doorstep to the apartment building. In the form of a pleasant appearing woman with flowing raven hair. If there was one thing Ralston disliked about Jamie Hamilton, it was the fact that she carefully listened to the police band frequency at The Courier-Journal. Both Ralston and Murphy were not surprised that she was there. Nor was she surprised to see the two policemen.
Hamilton was ofhe ambitious type. Unlike Woodward and Bernstein, she occupied her time with tips and other sources to get the information she wanted. Very seldom did she check little things like facts and other information that could help her story.
Ralston did give her credit for doing her research on Murphy's background, his past, as well as his involvement in the Blue Thunder affair.
However, he assumed it was just a way for her to get more information in the future, should something arise. This was one of those moments, apparently.
"Excuse me," Hamilton said. "Officer Ralston, Captain Murphy, could I get a few statements from you?"
"We have no comments at this time, Mrs. Hamilton," stated Murphy, not really wanting to talk to her.
"It seems like something has brewed up here," Hamilton observed. "I would assume that you did uncover something."
"What do mean uncover?" Ralston stated, a bit perturbed. "We just responded to a request, that's all there is."
"It seems like it was more than just a request," Hamilton pressed furthur. "judging by some of the officers here."
When will journalists ever learn? Ralston looked over and gave her a stern reply. "When we know something, you'll know something. Until then....no comment!"
Ralston walked alongside Murphy, a bit troubled by what he saw in the apartment. He had found a lot more of the TV and pop culture memorabilia that had been deliberately damaged. He was right about the profilers having a field day on this one. It was going to be a long field day.
"What do you think, Frank?"
Murphy pondered the question for a short moment. "I'd say we need to keep an eye on this one. That stuff that was either shot up or burned did not sit well."
"Let alone the variety of it," Ralston pointed out. "What puzzles me is why those pics of you and Blue Thunder were posted. I mean, that over twenty years past."
"The world is full of all sorts," Murphy said, without a trace of humor. "You'll encounter the strange and weird from every suspect or criminal."
A police officer from his car handed out a thin yellow sheet. "This laser-fax just came in, Captain."
Murphy looked at the printout and handed a copy over to Ralston. "Those two that were killed in that assault and murder on the family."
"By the looks on these people," Ralston read over the information. "I'd say they were heavily active in a field of activities. Working in various militias during the 1990's. Other mercenary activities.....I'm wondering if a militia or a group of mercenaries were involved in that shootout."
"Somehow, that doesn't fit," Murphy deducted. "I think there is something else. Maybe the FBI will tell us when they get that information we sent them earlier."
"You think they will be forthcoming?"
Murphy knew that in the back of his mind that such a possibilty was doubtful. Especially when it came to the Feds.

A state away in the District of Columbia, the information that had been faxed over to the main FBI Headquarters was being collated and processed. The computer center in the J. Edgar Hoover building was something a computer wizard or cyberneticist would give a right arm and a leg to work in. After two hours, the information requested by the Greater Louisville Police Department came through. One of the technicians on duty, received the results. On several sheets of pale green paper were numbers, codes, and other printed information. There was also a message on the last sheet of the properly formatted documents. And something else in bold red ink. The printout said : C-13. PRIORITY A-4.
The staff technician handed the printouts to the supervisor agent on duty. When the supervisor looked at it and read the bold letters on the last sheet, he immediately contacted the FBI Director.
The technician knew that something big was stumbled upon. Especially after a gag order was issued.

Ralston was going over the latest proceedures for the Derby Festival, right after he came in from running whatever errands he had to run. It would be this coming Saturday when Thunder Over Louisville 2003 started, and he would be busy as hell, flying along the Ohio River area. The police in Southern Indiana, near the Jeffersonville area, were coordinating their efforts with the Greater Louisville Police Department. They may have lived in another state, but they were police officers with the same goal in mind. Protect and Serve. Michael had to give them that much, despite his dislike for the Hoosier State and some of its people.
After looking over a few things, he called Annette and chatted with her for an hour, before she went to bed. As Ralston walked over to his refrigerator, his pager beeped. Picking it up, he looked at the number and then dialed it. Normally Frank would call him at home. This was a bit unusual.
"Frank, why the paging?" Ralston asked.
"Long story," Murphy said, a bit dour in his tone. "I need you to come to the station right away."
"That information?"
"More than that, Michael," stated Murphy. "It's more like a special detail."
When Ralston heard those last two words, he immediately figured it out.
"I'm on my way."

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