Theatrical Muse: The Blue Wall & The Thin Line

Dec 30, 2008 16:57

Lines

I remember the car ride over to arrest Munzer. My dad and I were arguing about him staying in the car and Harry was trying to play referee. I didn’t want my dad going in, even though I knew he had his personal weapon with him and a life time of experience taking down criminals. Munzer had crossed that line every cop walks. He hadn’t just become a vigilante, he had become dirty. He wasn’t taking bribes, he was taking lives.

Sergeant Darren Munzer was considered the best CO in Gang Crimes history. He had more arrests, more doors kicked down and more gangs broken up than anyone had ever seen. He was a hero to rookies and even the old timers respected him. I had respected him too, even though I didn’t like his macho attitude and massive ego. He was a good cop. Or so we all thought. I wouldn’t have picked a cop like Munzer to go bad. He just had too much going for him in the department and outside of it with the book and possible movie deal. He threw it away to get revenge.

See, Munzer didn’t kill bad guys who got away. Maybe I could have understood why he went bad then. Instead, Munzer killed bad guys who had reformed themselves. In some cases he had even killed people who had failed suicide attempts. I don’t know why he targeted these people or what made him think killing them would make things right in the world and I’m not going to Joliet to ask him. The only thing that matters is that he crossed the line and I stopped him.

When I arrested Munzer he wasn’t a fellow officer anymore. He was just another killer. The badge didn’t make him any different. The badge just made him worse in my opinion. That badge stands for something more, something better than just a job. Munzer crossed the line and deserved to go away for life. He deserves jail.

When a cop crosses the line they get stopped. End of story.

[verse] canon, [who] sgt darren munzer, [character prompt], [who] pop, [episode] second city, [who] harry dresden

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