An MP has a lot of power. An MP can arrest a General, even inside the Pentagon. Of course, they'd better be right or have probable cause. Who, then, watches the guards, as one always wonders? Well, it’s the Judge Advocate General’s corps. And who watches them? No one, really, for they are an end unto themselves. The Uniform Code of Military Justice rules all. The MPs police the internals of the army, mostly, wherein there are even more problems than in civilian life, while the DIA focuses on externals, yet here I was, doing both, due to a shortage of MP Majors. My old friend, the CGUSAPAC–Commanding General USA/Pacific–was gone, having just retired, and so there was a new one. I would probably have to arrest him one day, on the last day of my term, which was another reason for my new assignment made by the former General, now retired in Tahiti.
Chapter 2: The Weapons Case
Troops are coming home from Indochina by the thousands, passing through Honolulu, Hawaii, and Oakland, California, mostly, and so the MP Combat Unit that I had just become the Captain of has been retained to bring some order to the revelry. There are more than the usual drinking and the associated problems to which we bring some peace, but with only one eye open, for these are mostly happy and excited warriors, yet still trained to fight. It is a big Saturday night.
My Sergeant, the shapely Juliet Bailey, knocks and quickly enters my office, wherein I am sorting the paychecks.
“We’ve got a dead soldier, sir; HPD just filled me in.”
“What’s the story, Sergeant?”
“Well, sir, it seems that a biker’s motorcycle was knocked over by someone outside Cathy’s Lounge, which is just outside our fort, on Kahili Street, after which a fight ensued, during which the soldier, Matt Riley, was shot in the heart and the head by someone with a 9mm–could be military, but the weapon wasn’t around. Unfortunately no one seems to have seen a thing, and the biker is nowhere to be found.”