He thought she was an easy target… but she was the most feared commander 

Stop the car, black. Today you are not going to go nowhere. I’m going to show you what What do we do with the blacks in this? place. The officer shouted while punctured the tires of the car black woman, not knowing who she is with I was messing around and the hell I was about to live.

 The sun was falling hard on the secondary road, heating the asphalt. There wasn’t much traffic, just the constant hum of the old engine from a gray sedan He advanced without haste. Tasha Mitchell, a skin woman dark, wearing sunglasses and calm expression. I was returning home after a long trip. He wore the window down, letting in the smell of dry grass and fresh air.

 In the rearview mirror, a patrol car I had been following her for a while. first He thought it would be a coincidence, but when he slowed down to leave pass, it accelerated and placed dangerously close to your bumper. Asha sighed, turned on the turn signal, and He moved away towards a dusty arsen. The agent who got out of the vehicle had the tanned skin, that half smile that doesn’t He conveyed cordiality, but dominance.

Good morning. Or should I say bad he’s lucky. He let go, supporting one arm over the door. Is there any problem, Officer? Tasha asked in a firm voice. Problem. None yet, he replied, letting his eyes roam cheeky face. Where do you come from? Of visit my mother. Of course, this road is not very safe. For people like you, the officer murmured.

with a tone full of skepticism. Tasha looked at him without blinking. Before he could say anything, he officer, without saying more, walked away towards the back of the car. She did it he continued looking through the mirror side until he saw something that made him clench your fists. He took out a knife from the pocket and soon, The air escaped from the tire with a sharp whistle “Hey, what the hell are you doing?” doing?” Tasha exclaimed, getting out of the car under the scorching sun. “Oops, looks like you had

a leak,” he said, shrugging. shoulders. “You’ll have to wait for the crane.” She felt the rage like a dry blow to the chest. What burned the most It was humiliation. He looked around. No traffic, just a dry field, some rusty fences and the buzzing of cicadas. He knew it and You could tell he was enjoying it.

 The agent took a step towards her with a smile that reeked of mockery. So you will learn not to pass by here a lot less on my guard. Tasha squeezed her jaw, took a deep breath, containing something I wanted out. He was going to get on the car to call the tow truck. There was barely finished closing the door when He heard that sound again that chilled him the blood He turned his head and saw the officer leaning over the front wheel with the knife in his hand shining under the sun. Another dead tire. “Is he crazy?

“What’s wrong with you?” he shouted, getting out of the car. again and taking a step forward. “Calm down, black girl,” he said, lifting the view with a crooked smile. “Just I’m making sure you don’t follow running around causing trouble. You are very dangerous when you don’t know They put limits on them.

 She felt like he heat from the asphalt rose up his legs. You? He repeated with a voice tense. Yeah, you damn blacks, always in trouble. They are a plague for this country. He said, as if was talking about the weather or a deadly disease. Before things were easier when we treated them like what are simple slaves. Tasha gritted her teeth.

I demand that you, officer, show me your plate. Oh, sure, he laughed, keeping the knife and hitting the pocket with two fingers. But first I’m going to have to requisition you It’s not going to be that you’re hiding something. She did it he looked coldly. I have nothing to hide, that’s for me to decide.

 Come on, support Hands on the hood, his voice ordered loaded with that dirty authority that does not seeks justice, but power. And I felt that I was getting it. Tasha didn’t move until he came back. hear the officer’s voice. “Move those feet, black. “I don’t have all day,” he said. giving a threatening and dry slap to the hood.

 She advanced to the front of the car, feeling its steps like a slow drum He stood behind, so close that I could feel, his shadow cutting off the light. “You see how this country would be much better off without people like you But at least we have them to have some fun,” he whispered while his hand went down to his belt as if I would look for something.

 The silence of the road was absolute. Not a car, not a voice, not a witness. The metal on the hood was so hot that almost burned Tasha’s palms when he rested his hands. “Look at this, this is how it has to be,” he murmured. letting her shadow would cover completely. I have never understood why black people They believe they have the right to walk free anywhere as if they were equal to us.

 At that moment he stopped just behind her. His voice hoarse and loaded in contempt he touched her ear. you have lucky that we are not in others times because I would know exactly where to put you Tasha with her hands Trembling, he took a deep breath, his jaw tight, feeling how the rage It beat in the hundreds. Feet apart. Ya he ordered.

 She obeyed his gaze on the empty horizon. The officer took another step, so close I could feel the heat of his body behind. Here we are again. The Damn blacks always causing problems. His hand slowly slid down the side of her, pretending to look for weapons, but his touch was slow, unnecessary, loaded with intention, with a disgusting intention that Tasha knew what it was.

Know? With some handcuffs and a little discipline, you could learn to behave properly,” he said with a tone that dripped morbidity and racism equal parts. “I could teach you.” She closed her eyes for a moment, feeling how each word pushed her closer to an invisible limit. “Go on touching me” and started to say, “So what?” He interrupted with a dry laugh.

grabbing her by the neck. here there is no no one to help you, bold. alone It’s you and me. His hand lowered a little. more, cheekily checking her thigh. Nothing here, although I could check out a a little more in depth. He added bowing towards her his breath mixed with tobacco smell.

 They made him nauseous Tasha, who didn’t want to take it anymore that deal. For a moment, the silence of the road was absolute and the unbearable tension. And in that moment something changed in the Tasha’s look. A dangerous calm It began to settle in his eyes. “Do you know what you’re doing is illegal?” Tasha said in a low but firm, turning his head just barely enough for him to listen to her.

puncture my tires, touch my car and to search a woman without cause is a crime. The officer gave a nasal laugh. Oh yes. And who do you think is going to stop? You. In case you haven’t noticed count, black, I am the law in this moment. Tasha sat up straight. slowly, removing his hands from the hood without looking away from him.

 I demand you again. give me your number plate. Now who do you think you are, You have no right to, he began to say, yes I have the right and it is your duty to give me that number. He interrupted him with his tone cutting He looked at her with a mixture of mockery and annoyance, but in the end he said it, spitting it out as if it tasted bitter.

Tasha repeated it out loud, recording it in his memory while he took out his cell phone from the pocket. He dialed the number of one crane, his voice calm and precise when giving the location. His hand didn’t shake. The policeman Finally he walked away towards his He patrols with that satisfied smile of who thinks they have won.

 Well, black, I think you already learned your lesson. No all roads are for you. He said before getting into the car, turning on the engine and driving away in a cloud of dust. Tasha followed him with a look of sadness. rage until it disappeared into the curve. She was left alone in the sun. The heat hitting your skin and the silence devouring the road.

 But not inside I was alone, something was afoot. and When it was over, that man would wish never having crossed paths with her. The The sun was still burning overhead when the crane appeared raising a cloud of dust when braking next to the sedan. The driver got out of the vehicle and gave a quick look. Two burst tires. “That wasn’t a bump,” he commented.

bending down to check them. Tasha didn’t answer. I continued to assimilate that had lived a few years ago minutes. He just limited himself to observing the empty road. “I’ll pick up your car and We take it to the town workshop. There you have it They’ll fix it in a few hours,” said the crane driver. arranging the chains.

In the crane, the ride was silent. Tasha just looked out the window with the lost sight in the dry fields and the rusty fences. In the workshop, the mechanic raised a He eyebrows when he sees the destroyed tires. This is not wear and tear. Someone cut them. Tasha just nodded. fix both, no matter what cost While they were repairing them, he sat in a chair next to the wall, without Take your eyes off your car.

 did not move legs, I didn’t check the phone, I was just waiting. As evening fell, the car was ready, he paid for the repair and drove home. The silence in the interior of the sedan contrasted with the echo of his own thoughts. As soon as he entered, he left the keys on the table, turned on the laptop and wrote the name that was engraved in memory along with the license plate number, Bradley Harks.

Articles from press, some photos of events community, police station records local, always that arrogant smile. On the other hand, somewhere, Bradley Harkins ate dinner quietly, certain that everything was over, convinced that had only added another humiliation to his list. And anyone who saw Atasha You might think that I would let it go, that He would go unpunished, nothing would change.

But your eyes fixed on the screen They said the opposite. In the morning Next, Tasha arrived at work before the sun finished rising. Upon entering, he found a group of men and women who were taking coffee and reviewing reports. Meeting. “Now,” Tasha said. Without raising your voice with a tone of authority.

 Tasha turned on the projector and on the screen appeared a photo Sargota Bradley Harkins. Name: Bradley Harkins, Sergeant of the county police. I want everything about he ordered. Service history, complaints, banking movements, networks social, family, friendships, everything. one short haired woman looked up from your laptop.

 Any reason that should we know, commander? Not for now. The reason is that I need it, he replied. Tasha, staring at her. and it I need now. Tasha walked slowly between the tables, observing each screen, each advance. I don’t want any loose ends. This guy believes which is out of reach anyone. Let’s show him that no it is. In a corner someone raised their hand.

Here’s something. He has two complaints for abuse of authority, both closed without research. “Save it,” Tasha said. That’s just him beginning. As the pieces began to fit in, just a smile perceptible was drawn on his lips. Bradley Harkins had no idea what that had just been launched. three days later, at the police station county, the atmosphere smelled of old coffee and wet papers.

 Bradley Harkins was sitting at his desk reviewing a half report when a young agent He left a large envelope on his table. “It comes from the affairs department internals,” said the rookie, avoiding his look. Bradley frowned, tore the envelope and began to read. His jaw he tensed. It was an official notification, formal complaint for abuse of authority, damage to private property and registration illegal.

 The description matched point per point with what happened in that highway. He leaned back in the chair letting out an incredulous laugh. “But “What the hell?” he muttered and then in a loud voice higher. Who does this think black? His fingers crumpled the paper as his smile became colder. You can never blame me for anything.

 there is no witnesses, there are no recordings. I am untouchable, he whispered to himself, almost enjoying the idea. He took his phone and dialed a number. Hey, Mike, we have a woman who goes around inventing things. Make sure this goes away, will you? Do you understand? he ordered with an old man’s tone. known who knows that his favors are current currency.

 He hung up, turned on a cigarette and exhaled the smoke looking out the window. In his mind, the case already He was dead before he was born. there was humiliated, he had destroyed his car and now he was trying to get revenge. poor Ilusa said in a low voice. You have no idea Who did he mess with? What Bradley doesn’t I knew Tasha was already moving pieces that he couldn’t even imagine.

 In the operating room, the low lights and the constant hum of fans filled the atmosphere. tasha She was standing, leaning on the edge of the main table, while one of his analysts, a thin guy with headphones, I kept listening to something in your team. “I have it,” he said suddenly, raising your hand “Tell me,” Tha ordered. coming over the speakers, the voice of Bradley resounded with all his arrogance.

Hey, Mike, we have a woman who walks inventing things Make sure this disappear, do you understand me? Tasha he remained motionless. He didn’t even blink, he just bowed his head. We intercept the called yesterday afternoon, explained the analyst. He did it from his office. Ya We know who Mike is, a supervisor at internal affairs, old friend of yours.

 So that is going to bury the complaint. he murmured Tasha, more for herself than for others. Another member of the team intervened. If the connection between them is strong, the Legal channels are not going to work. He He trusts that no one can touch him. tasha He looked up. His voice was low, but so sharp that everyone stopped talking.

Perfect. He turned towards the screen center, where Bradley’s photo It shone under the blue light. If you think that I’m just an angry woman who’s going to stay with arms crossed. If wrong. Now let’s change the rules. One of his operators hesitated a instant. Do you want us to follow the protocol? No, Tha replied with a slight smile.

I want us to follow my protocol. two nights later, Bradley was leaving a bar from the center, still with the bitter taste of beer and the feeling of having cattle. The cool night air received along with the squeak of and a old street lamp was going to light a cigarette when he noticed that in the windshield of his patrol car, apparently intact, there was a black envelope.

 No It had a sender. He opened it right there, under the light mortesina, inside a single photograph. It was him, on the same road where Atasha had stopped. The image was taken from an angle that he doesn’t remembered, as if someone else had been there seeing everything behind, a handwritten message.

 Bradley Harks, I know who you are and I know what you did. You will dry throat. He looked around, but the street was empty. He tore the photo in two and put it in his pocket, convincing yourself that it was some joke heavy. The next day, in his police station locker, he found another envelope inside, a printed token with your name, your license plate number and a phrase that made him feel cold that he didn’t I remembered feeling it before.

Commander Tasha Mitchell Delta Force. Bradley stared at those words. for long seconds. there were heard before in stories that They circulated between military and police, impossible operations, enemies that disappeared without a trace, missions so classified that not even the government admitted that they existed.

 He felt a knot in the stomach. If that was true, so I wasn’t dealing with a angry black woman. I was in the spotlight of someone who knew how to hunt and worse, how to erase all traces afterwards. In his office he closed the door and lowered the voice, although he was alone. Damn, what do you want from me? Outside, the city continued its routine as If nothing happened, but inside Bradley something had already changed.

 for the first time I was afraid. That night, Bradley drove to your house with sweaty hands the steering wheel and saw that on the television there was a recording of him clicking the tires of Tasha’s sedan, commandeering her illegally and his own words racists, clear as day. Bradley He backed up until he hit the wall. As? How the hell? At that moment, an envelope fell below of the door.

He opened it with trembling hands. Inside his police badge split in two and one short note. Case closed. Sentence fulfilled. In the distance he heard the engine of a car moving away I didn’t need to see it to know who was. Bradley collapsed on the couch with the heart beating like a drum. Ya I didn’t think about how untouchable I was.

 Ya I didn’t think that there wouldn’t be consequences. Tasha Mitchel had done what no one else could, destroy it without fire a single bullet. The paranoia It had consumed Bradley for days. He slept with the lights on, the gun next to the bed and the phone always on the hand But that night he didn’t hear the vehicle engine that stopped in front to his house.

 Three sharp blows on the door. Military police, open the door. Bradley He hesitated. That? What the hell does she want? military police with me? Before could react, the door was knocked down and three figures in uniforms tacticians burst in. Their insignia do not They were from no local unit. one of They pinned him against the wall, while another assured the wives with force.

 Bradley Harkins remains arrested for abuse of authority. Illegal detention, destruction of property and aggravated racist conduct”, the commanding officer said with a voice firm. “This is a mistake,” shouted Bradley kicking “I am the law in this county. No one can touch me.” “Er, no, sergeant,” the officer replied, pushing him towards the exit.

 “Someone with more rank than you have secured that this is not buried.” When they took him out onto the street between flash of red and blue lights, Bradley looked up and saw her. tasha Mitell standing next to an SUV black with an impeccable uniform and the Delta Force patch on arm. She didn’t say anything, she just watched him with an icy calm as they took him up to the vehicle. Bradley looked away.

swallowing saliva, aware that everything it was over. The engine started and the caravan was lost in the night. tasha He turned on his heel and walked away. silence. His mission was accomplished. In the county, for the first time in a long time time, justice had arrived and had done by the hand of the commander most feared of the Delta Force.

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