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Case #20- re The People vs Rick Cocke and Mike Chacon (The Fog of War)

Case #20-  re The People vs Rick Cocke and Mike Chacon (The Fog of War)

     One day in 1991, Rick Cocke and Mike Chacon were working together on day shift and their shift was over.  They were in Carson station's report writing room filling out their log, before heading downstairs to change.  In the oncoming PM shift, Michelle Downey and "Downtown" Eddie Brown were scheduled to be partners.  Rick had been wanting to retaliate against Eddie for something Eddie had done to him when Rick was on training.  Now Rick was off training and it was payback time.

     Prior to the start of his shift, Rick had stopped off at a place he knew and purchased some stink bombs.  For the uninitiated, stink bombs are small containers of ammonium sulfide.  When they are popped, the ammonium sulfide mixes with the moisture in the air,  and creates a mixture of ammonia and hydrogen sulfide gas.  We all know ammonia has a sharp, very unpleasant, smell, but the odor of ammonia is Paco Rabanne, when compared to the putrid, rotten egg smell of hydrogen sulfide.

     Rick carried his little stink bombs all through his eight hour shift.  He also told Mike of his plan to get back at Eddie.  Rick's plan was to strategically pop the stink bomb so that Eddie would get the blame.  This was a particularly appropriate plan, because Eddie had a well earned reputation for passing horrendous gas.  Whatever Eddie ate, it didn't agree with the people around him.  It was so bad, that Eddie had been yelled at, threatened, written up and advised to change his diet, by various supervisors, radio car partners and co-workers who happened to be within 15' of him whenever he let slip the fogs of war.

     As the PM shift filed in to the report writing room for briefing and took their seats, Rick and Mike positioned themselves behind Eddie in preparation for their attack/escape.  They waited until Sgt Lopez started briefing.   Rick bent down, pretending to tie his shoe, and placed a stink bomb under Eddie's chair.  Mike, who was the lookout, casually scanned the room to make sure all eyes were on Sgt Lopez.  When he was satisfied, he tapped Rick's boot with his own and slowly started walking toward the door.  Rick simultaneously popped the little bag while coughing to cover the slight popping sound.  Then he made his way quickly out of the briefing room behind Mike.

     Once outside in the hallway, they pressed themselves up against the wall to listen.  They were rewarded a few seconds later with the sound of Deputy Chae Song gasping,
"OHMYGAW!" (that's Korean for "OH MY GOD!")
About a second and a half later Deputy Downey threw her left hand over her mouth and nose in a desperate, but ineffective attempt to filter the air, and angrily turned toward Eddie. This was immediately followed up with her loud, though slightly muffled, and more disgusted,
"OH!  EDDIE! YOU PIG!", which was accompanied by the sound of her right fist making solid contact with Eddie's back.
There was just enough time for Eddie to indignantly cry,  "HEY!", before Michelle got a dose of the full effect of the stench, which was followed by her yelling even more loudly,
"OH MY GAWD", followed by three rapid punches in succession to Eddie's back.
"OWWW! WHAT!  It wasn't me!  I swear!", Eddie exclaimed.  Michelle stood angrily, as he crossed his arms across his face defensively and huddled away from her and towards Chae Song, who instinctively shoved him back toward Michelle.

     Unfortunately for Eddie, Eddie had played the innocent many times before and the fact that he was smirking, because everyone's reaction amused him, did nothing to convince his accusers that he was innocent.  This was a reverse case of The Boy Who Cried Wolf.

     Sgt Lopez got up, closed the door of the report writing room and made everyone sit in the stink until he was finished with briefing.  The sound of several chairs scraping the floor and being moved to the side of the room farthest from Eddie came next.  Briefing was about 15 minutes long.  It would have lasted five minutes, but Eddie asked how Michelle knew it was him and not somebody else. Michelle then launched into a ten minute tirade on her qualifications as an expert in the odors that emanate from Eddie's fowl bowels. The awful stench spread to the jailer's desk, the trustees dorm and could be detected in the Watch Sgt and Watch Commander's offices and the secretariat for the next two hours.

Verdict – Rick Cocke and Mike Chacon, the Court finds you Guilty of Conspiracy to Frame an Innocent Man and Violating the Geneva Convention Against The Use of Chemical Weapons. Michelle Downey you have been voir dired and the Court will consider you a fart expert in any future fart related cases.  Congratulations, I think you're the first in the nation. Sooooooo, you got that going for you.

Sentence – Rick Cocke and Mike Chacon, the Court sentences you to work a Summer with Eddie Brown on Day shift.  The windows will be rolled up, the heat turned on, Eddie will be allowed to eat as much of whatever he chooses, on your dime.  Oh, and no gas masks, wet towels over the face, or Vic's vapo rub under the nose either.

Hope you all have a safe and Merry Christmas

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