That's Section 111. Both are federal felonies. So, no, Sergeant, internal affairs doesn't get this one. We do. Griggs looked at Jenkins, his expression shifting from defensive to disgusted.
Jesus Christ, Brian, what did you do? They looked like gangbangers, Sarge, Jenkins pleaded, a desperate whine in his voice. Look at how they're dressed. They were casing the park. I was being proactive.
Disarm him, Cole ordered smoothly. Two FBI tactical agents stepped forward. Wait, wait, Sarge, Jenkins panicked, looking to his supervisor for salvation. You can't let them do this. I'm a local cop.
Sergeant Griggs looked at the furious federal agents, then at the red welts on Jonathan and Sam's wrists. He slowly raised his hands and took a step back, abandoning Jenkins entirely. You're on your own, Brian. I'm not catching a federal obstruction charge for your stupid mistakes. The absolute terror in Jenkins's eyes was a picture of perfect karma.
The man who thrived on stripping citizens of their dignity, who used his badge as a weapon of humiliation, was now on the receiving end. Agent Paul, Cole said, nodding to Jonathan. Do the honors. Jonathan walked up to Jenkins. Jenkins flinched, expecting to be shoved or struck.
Instead, Jonathan reached out with cold clinical precision. He unsnapped the retention strap on Jenkins's holster and pulled the APD's Glock 22 from the cop's hip, handing it to a tactical agent. Then Jonathan unclipped Jenkins's radio, his taser, and his spare magazines. Finally, he unbuckled the heavy leather duty belt entirely, letting it drop to the concrete with a heavy thud. Jenkins was left standing there in his sweat-soaked uniform, completely stripped of the tools he used to terrorize his precinct.
He looked small, weak. Turn around, Jonathan said softly. Please, Jenkins whispered, a tear of sheer humiliation breaking loose and tracking through the sweat on his cheek. I'll quit. I'll hand in my badge today.
Just don't put the cuffs on me in front of everyone. Jonathan leaned in close, his voice barely a whisper, meant only for Jenkins. Think about how many innocent kids you've said those exact words to. Think about how many lives you ruined because you didn't like the way someone looked. You didn't care about their dignity.