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Satanic Badges II
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Satanic Badges
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Bradley D. Chapline
"Do you think Cross that it's just the visitors hauling all the drugs in here"?  I said, "Christ, tell me no Frank"?  He said, "Cross, here it is, Captain Coleman runs everything, including the drug trafficking.  I told him I wanted a bigger piece of the pie".  Coleman said, "No way, you'll get what I give you or you'll be dead".  Frank then said to me,  "My expenses are horrific, if Coleman don't give me more I might as well be dead".  Frank told Captain Coleman, "If you don't give me 20% more of the cut Captain I'm going to turn you in to the FBI".  I asked Frank, "What did Captain Coleman say"?  Coleman replied, "I'll talk to Warden Sherman and see what he has to say about it".  I said, "Frank, "They are going to set you up and kill you.  Captain Coleman isn't going to talk to Warden Sherman about this"!  I then told Frank how disgusted I was with him and I left the nightclub.  I got home at 3:30AM and figured I would get a few hours of sleep before I would have to get up and get ready for work.            
     In the muster room that morning at the Stateline Correctional Center I got an eerie feeling when Frank was assigned to work unit 3 by himself.  It was the first time Frank and I were separated since he was hired as an officer.  Sgt. Buelton ordered me to go on a far southern state transportation run with a new partner.  I was at best suspicious because now most of my shift would be spent far away from the institution.  The two-way radio system in the prison van was of superior quality.  I figured although there would be nothing I could do for Frank if something happened to him, I would at least be able to hear the radio communications of the institution's control center.  It had turned out to be a very quiet day.  I arrived back at the institution at the end of my shift and Frank was okay.  I thought, "Well I'm glad I was wrong, I had just overreacted".  Frank and I talked on the staff parking lot for awhile.  During our conversation Frank assured me he wasn't going to pack drugs in to the prison any longer.  He said he would file bankruptcy and begin his life all over again.  I left enroute to going home being proud of Frank.  As I arrived at the old now closed prison tavern there was a group of Highway Patrol cars at the scene of a traffic accident.  It was slow getting past.  As I looked in my rear view mirror I wondered why Frank wasn't behind me as usual in his car.  I didn't pay much attention to it as I continued my 53 mile trip home.  Later on in the evening I called Frank at his home and there was no answer.  I tried several hours later and there was still no answer.  I began to get worried.    
     When I got up the following morning to get ready for work I again called Frank's residence.  There was no answer.  Now I was scared for Frank and I knew something had happened to him.  When I arrived at the muster room Sgt. Buelton took me in to a private office.  He informed of the following, "Crossley, Frank was a dirty officer.  The Highway Patrol yesterday attempted to arrest Frank for drug trafficking.  A shootout ensued when Frank shot on the Highway Patrol officers".  Sgt. Buelton then went on to say, "Cross, Frank is dead, the Highway Patrol officers had no choice.  I'm sorry Cross".  
     Over a period of the next several years I once again began to accumulate evidence that Frank was setup and murdered.  My strongest evidence was linking an association between Warden Sherman, Captain Coleman and the Highway Patrol.  I decided it was now time for me to act in retaliation.  But, Frank was after all a drug pusher and was part of the "Black Coalition".  This time my act would be to put all of corruption to rest.
     Over a period of the next couple of years I did extensive research on the capabilities of how the antibodies of AIDS and hepatitus could survive.  I had learned a great deal and now felt it was time to put an action plan in place.  On occasion when the time is right, I go in to the institutions medical and AIDS departments and steal blood borne pathogens from unsecured containers that I am assured of being tainted with the AIDS and hepatitus viruses.      
It is now the year 2003.  I have successfully tainted through their food and drink at work the AIDS and hepatitus viruses in to many of the prison staff bodies.  I have watched over the years as many of these individuals have progressively gone downhill in their health, retired, and died.  I have celebrated both their infection and eventual deaths in a satanic "Verdun Manor".  This is my satanic name for the Stateline Correctional Center.
     Warden Sherman and Captain Coleman have been out for the past several months on indefinite sick leave.  It won't be long now before I will be celebrating their deaths.  As a Peace Officer I continue to this day to infect at least one staff member per week who is a part of the department's corruption network.  You can be assured your tax payer dollars are at work in many different and necessary forms.

 

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