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by The_Flying_Tomato on Wed Apr 12, 2006 12:02 pm
I was teh first to say Larry. So if it is, go me. If not, I led them on for you, Sit. Set you up for a killer twist
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by Fresh8 on Wed Apr 12, 2006 2:39 pm
Cable wrote:Why would Albino ask leading questions to his own witnesses?
This is awesome Sit
- Thanks Cable and I didn't get what you're saying in your first line...
Cable wrote:... HWC
- No Comment.
Sac-1 wrote:I love have you end the chapters, makes you wonder whats gonna happen. Looks like the court is getting something.
I'll be waiting for chapter 11.
- I hope that you enjoyed the new style and me trying to put a bit of action into it haha
Wankster wrote:Just read all 10 chapters, ITS GREAT!
- U serious man? Nice.
Mark wrote:Top stuff dude Im guessing Albino maybe or Larry
- Thanks for dropping in mate. Whens ur next update?
Flo wrote:my second pick would be Albino.....
(in every movie the Germans are the bad guys )
but i'll stick with LJ
i hope the next chapter will be out soon man
- I hope ur not a German baddie!
PHX4LIFE wrote:I was teh first to say Larry. So if it is, go me. If not, I led them on for you, Sit. Set you up for a killer twist
- You could be right about LJ...
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by Mark. on Wed Apr 12, 2006 8:48 pm
Sit wrote:Thanks for dropping in mate. Whens ur next update?
Yeah probably tonight I think, my mate got me addicted to Oblivion though so only if I can stay away from that
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by Fresh8 on Wed Apr 12, 2006 11:39 pm
Chapter 11
Weaver was cross-examining Officer Felix, “In you career, has your technology and analysis ever failed you?”
Felix confidently replied, “Very rarely.”
“So you can conclude that the voice heard on the tape is most probably William Sit’s?”
Felix nodded before firmly adding, “I am 99% certain.”
Weaver sat down and Albino stood up,
“You say 99% Officer that means that you are not 100% certain?”
“Yes, you could say that.”
“Therefore my client’s voice may have been created and put into the video?”
“Yes…” he replied uncertainly.
Albino nodded and asked, “So from you experience and expertise, can you say that William Sit’s voice may be fake and thus the evidence presented to the court by the prosecution may in fact be misleading?”
Officer Felix nodded once again and Albino turned to Phoenix, “I have no further questions.”
The door broke off of its hinges from the force behinds Vince’s kick. Vince stormed into the large and well lit room. Inside, the sight of it was a stark contrast to the rusty exterior of the building. Outside, the building looked like it was about to collapse inside out but inside the room, the walls were bright and tiles lined up on the floor. A man was sitting, in shock, in his lounge chair.
“Freeze,” Vince shouting pointing the gun at the man’s head, “Police, you are under…”
The man put his hands over his head as Vince’s words were phased out by the sound of thunder outside. However, the sound of the hovering helicopter outside couldn’t be mistaken for a lightning strike. The wailing of sirens got stronger as police cars lined up outside next to Vince’s parked car. It wasn’t long before Cal Bowen led a group of men into the room to find Vince and the man seemingly frozen in their tracks.
“Drop the weapon Vince Thompson!” Cal yelled out.
Vince dropped his gun, raised his arms in the air and shouted back, “I got the killer.”
Cal’s partner handcuffed the man Vince had caught and led him out of the room. Cal pushed Vince into a table and pulled his arms back behind his back.
“You had better be right about this man,” Cal whispered into Vince’s ear a she handcuffed the detective, “Or Boss will keep you behind those bars.”
Albino smiled as he looked up at Judge Phoenix.
“Your honour, I have received word that the police have arrested a man that they suspect is the real killer.”
Everyone looked in disbelief as Albino requested for more time so that they could get this mystery man in front of the court.
Phoenix then ordered, “Court is adjourned for two days.”
Vince sat on the bed after having been arrested. His friends had told him that if the man he’d caught was the murderer, he would be released immediately. The interview must have ended quickly as Cal came to let Vince out of his cell.
“Boss wants to see you man,” Cal informed Vince.
Vince smiled and quickly made his way to see Sergeant Cruise. Vince walked through the door and Cruise wasn’t happy.
“Thompson – you son of a bitch!” he bellowed in rage, “You cripple two of our men, create a dozen insurance claims, trespass on private property and arrest some random man?”
Vince looked puzzled.
“What the hell were you thinking?”
Vince stuttered, “I nailed that guy good, are you sure he’s got amnesia?”
The joke wasn’t funny and after a slight pause Vince was serious, “He’s the wrong guy?”
“Do I look like I’m screwing around with you?”
“No sir…”
“It’s too late. Thompson, I’m taking your badge off of you until you prove to me and the board that you can take your role professionally. The man you got was gracious enough to not want to chase anything up with you.”
Vince was shocked but managed to throw his badge onto the table.
“Now get out of here!” Cruise shouted at Thompson – one last time.
“What happened?” Sit asked Albino.
“I’m not joking,” Albino explained, “Vince got the wrong guy. He caught Billy Knight because Marvin Williams told him about seeing him on that night all this happened. Vince thought Knight wanted you gone so he could get his old job back.”
Sit cursed as the two of them entered the courtroom. I’m dead now.
Albino briefed the Judge, “I would like to apologise your honour but the police arrested the wrong man. We will not have that witness.”
Phoenix nodded and asked Albino if Sit would testify.
Sit sat in the witnesses’ chair again. This time though, it would only be brief.
“Mr Sit, you were part of an Asian gang?”
“I was.”
“How would you describe your participation in it?”
“I don’t take drugs and I don’t kill. I’d say my participation was fairly limited.”
Albino nodded and sat down before Weaver asked, “What do you mean by limited?”
“I already said it; I didn’t really do much in the gang. All I did was calculate how much we earned as a group.”
Weaver wasn’t convinced, “How do I trust you on that?”
“You just got to trust me.”
Weaver turned to the Jury and mocked Sit, “You just got to trust me. Oh spare me the bullshit. Ladies and Gentlemen of the Jury, you can’t trust this guy and you know it!”
Weaver returned to his seat as Albino waved off Phoenix; signalling that he didn’t hag anything to ask.
“Very well then,” Phoenix said.
Weaver and Albino both made a review of their views on the case and the twelve Jury members were allowed to go to a back room to make their decision.
Gina Pretzel was voted by the group to deliver the verdict to the court.
Gina spoke up, “Ok, what we think of the case? All in favour of Sit being guilty, please raise your hand?”
Everyone’s hand shot up and the decision was unanimous.
Gina nodded, “I know what to do.”
“Has the Jury reached a decision yet?” Phoenix asked in the Jury’s direction.
”Yes you honour,” Mrs Pretzel answered, “On behalf of the Jury, we find Mr William Sit guilty to charges of third degree murder and charges of driving under influence.”
Sit’s head hung in shame and Albino patted him on the back while whispering, “We can make an appeal. It’s not the end.”
Judge Phoenix called for order, “Mr Sit, do you have anything to say before I give you your sentence?”
Sit stood up to address the crowd fighting back the emotion of despair, “I guess – I was expecting this outcome in the back of my head. I am sorry to the Johnston family; I haven’t had opportunity to give you my condolences. Mr Johnston was a great man and I hope that Larry will set a good example of that in the near future. I wish your family and you Larry, all the best in the future. I am sorry for what happened that night and I am ashamed of myself for possibly being the cause of it. I will tell you that I can’t remember much that night but if I really did kill Mr Johnston, I would be utterly disappointed in myself.”
Sit sat down as Weaver was giving a low high five to his assistant. Larry Johnston sat in the stands half smiling and half frowning; no one could tell what he was really thinking. Judge Phoenix began to speak again.
“Mr William Sit. You have been found guilty of third degree murder. Your actions have been the result of driving under the influence of alcohol and although this court doesn’t know the full story behind it, I would assume that your behaviour that night was despicable. For that I sentence you to…”
Weaver was cross-examining Officer Felix, “In you career, has your technology and analysis ever failed you?”
Felix confidently replied, “Very rarely.”
“So you can conclude that the voice heard on the tape is most probably William Sit’s?”
Felix nodded before firmly adding, “I am 99% certain.”
Weaver sat down and Albino stood up,
“You say 99% Officer that means that you are not 100% certain?”
“Yes, you could say that.”
“Therefore my client’s voice may have been created and put into the video?”
“Yes…” he replied uncertainly.
Albino nodded and asked, “So from you experience and expertise, can you say that William Sit’s voice may be fake and thus the evidence presented to the court by the prosecution may in fact be misleading?”
Officer Felix nodded once again and Albino turned to Phoenix, “I have no further questions.”
The door broke off of its hinges from the force behinds Vince’s kick. Vince stormed into the large and well lit room. Inside, the sight of it was a stark contrast to the rusty exterior of the building. Outside, the building looked like it was about to collapse inside out but inside the room, the walls were bright and tiles lined up on the floor. A man was sitting, in shock, in his lounge chair.
“Freeze,” Vince shouting pointing the gun at the man’s head, “Police, you are under…”
The man put his hands over his head as Vince’s words were phased out by the sound of thunder outside. However, the sound of the hovering helicopter outside couldn’t be mistaken for a lightning strike. The wailing of sirens got stronger as police cars lined up outside next to Vince’s parked car. It wasn’t long before Cal Bowen led a group of men into the room to find Vince and the man seemingly frozen in their tracks.
“Drop the weapon Vince Thompson!” Cal yelled out.
Vince dropped his gun, raised his arms in the air and shouted back, “I got the killer.”
Cal’s partner handcuffed the man Vince had caught and led him out of the room. Cal pushed Vince into a table and pulled his arms back behind his back.
“You had better be right about this man,” Cal whispered into Vince’s ear a she handcuffed the detective, “Or Boss will keep you behind those bars.”
Albino smiled as he looked up at Judge Phoenix.
“Your honour, I have received word that the police have arrested a man that they suspect is the real killer.”
Everyone looked in disbelief as Albino requested for more time so that they could get this mystery man in front of the court.
Phoenix then ordered, “Court is adjourned for two days.”
Vince sat on the bed after having been arrested. His friends had told him that if the man he’d caught was the murderer, he would be released immediately. The interview must have ended quickly as Cal came to let Vince out of his cell.
“Boss wants to see you man,” Cal informed Vince.
Vince smiled and quickly made his way to see Sergeant Cruise. Vince walked through the door and Cruise wasn’t happy.
“Thompson – you son of a bitch!” he bellowed in rage, “You cripple two of our men, create a dozen insurance claims, trespass on private property and arrest some random man?”
Vince looked puzzled.
“What the hell were you thinking?”
Vince stuttered, “I nailed that guy good, are you sure he’s got amnesia?”
The joke wasn’t funny and after a slight pause Vince was serious, “He’s the wrong guy?”
“Do I look like I’m screwing around with you?”
“No sir…”
“It’s too late. Thompson, I’m taking your badge off of you until you prove to me and the board that you can take your role professionally. The man you got was gracious enough to not want to chase anything up with you.”
Vince was shocked but managed to throw his badge onto the table.
“Now get out of here!” Cruise shouted at Thompson – one last time.
“What happened?” Sit asked Albino.
“I’m not joking,” Albino explained, “Vince got the wrong guy. He caught Billy Knight because Marvin Williams told him about seeing him on that night all this happened. Vince thought Knight wanted you gone so he could get his old job back.”
Sit cursed as the two of them entered the courtroom. I’m dead now.
Albino briefed the Judge, “I would like to apologise your honour but the police arrested the wrong man. We will not have that witness.”
Phoenix nodded and asked Albino if Sit would testify.
Sit sat in the witnesses’ chair again. This time though, it would only be brief.
“Mr Sit, you were part of an Asian gang?”
“I was.”
“How would you describe your participation in it?”
“I don’t take drugs and I don’t kill. I’d say my participation was fairly limited.”
Albino nodded and sat down before Weaver asked, “What do you mean by limited?”
“I already said it; I didn’t really do much in the gang. All I did was calculate how much we earned as a group.”
Weaver wasn’t convinced, “How do I trust you on that?”
“You just got to trust me.”
Weaver turned to the Jury and mocked Sit, “You just got to trust me. Oh spare me the bullshit. Ladies and Gentlemen of the Jury, you can’t trust this guy and you know it!”
Weaver returned to his seat as Albino waved off Phoenix; signalling that he didn’t hag anything to ask.
“Very well then,” Phoenix said.
Weaver and Albino both made a review of their views on the case and the twelve Jury members were allowed to go to a back room to make their decision.
Gina Pretzel was voted by the group to deliver the verdict to the court.
Gina spoke up, “Ok, what we think of the case? All in favour of Sit being guilty, please raise your hand?”
Everyone’s hand shot up and the decision was unanimous.
Gina nodded, “I know what to do.”
“Has the Jury reached a decision yet?” Phoenix asked in the Jury’s direction.
”Yes you honour,” Mrs Pretzel answered, “On behalf of the Jury, we find Mr William Sit guilty to charges of third degree murder and charges of driving under influence.”
Sit’s head hung in shame and Albino patted him on the back while whispering, “We can make an appeal. It’s not the end.”
Judge Phoenix called for order, “Mr Sit, do you have anything to say before I give you your sentence?”
Sit stood up to address the crowd fighting back the emotion of despair, “I guess – I was expecting this outcome in the back of my head. I am sorry to the Johnston family; I haven’t had opportunity to give you my condolences. Mr Johnston was a great man and I hope that Larry will set a good example of that in the near future. I wish your family and you Larry, all the best in the future. I am sorry for what happened that night and I am ashamed of myself for possibly being the cause of it. I will tell you that I can’t remember much that night but if I really did kill Mr Johnston, I would be utterly disappointed in myself.”
Sit sat down as Weaver was giving a low high five to his assistant. Larry Johnston sat in the stands half smiling and half frowning; no one could tell what he was really thinking. Judge Phoenix began to speak again.
“Mr William Sit. You have been found guilty of third degree murder. Your actions have been the result of driving under the influence of alcohol and although this court doesn’t know the full story behind it, I would assume that your behaviour that night was despicable. For that I sentence you to…”
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by Laxation on Thu Apr 13, 2006 7:19 am
I dunno how I missed chapter 10, but the last two chapters have been great! Id like to know wtf Vince was thinking when he was so sure about the wrong guy though.
Both your lawyers are so crap though... asking too many leading questions
Both your lawyers are so crap though... asking too many leading questions
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by kibaxx7 on Thu Apr 13, 2006 7:56 am
So you are found guilty... wanna know what sentence Phoenix will give you.
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by Fresh8 on Thu Apr 13, 2006 9:16 am
AD wrote:Awesome chapter again Can't wait to see how it ends...
- Thanks AD!
Flo wrote:yeah, really nice chapter
i want more ! i want more !
- More will come!
Flo wrote:nah man, i said that to Sit on MSN way before u did it on the forums...
- Yeh, he did... on msn he asked me bout it and i had the same reaction to when PHX4LIFE said it... i was thinking wtf... but it was a good lead on thingy...
Sac-1 wrote:Wow, guilty? I excepted a different outcome. Nice twist, for me atleast.
BTW, whats up with the updates happening like everyday now? You've got a holiday or something?
- Noone wants to see me guilty - I know!
I've just had a bit more spare time, finished exams yesterday so I'm looking forward to finishing this dynasty by next week! And yeh... I just hope people are still reading cause it'd be a shame if I put an hour into each update and get nobody noticing... but I know that's not the case rgiht now! So thank you ppl once more!3C wrote:Wow, keep writing man. The suspense is killin' me and a bunch of others reading.
- Thanks man! I havent seen you in this thread much or at least for a long long time!
Thanks for dropping by!Laxation wrote:I dunno how I missed chapter 10, but the last two chapters have been great! Id like to know wtf Vince was thinking when he was so sure about the wrong guy though.
Both your lawyers are so crap though... asking too many leading questions
- Well, I'm trying to make Vince's character true to how he acts and ever since he caught Sit he wanted to prove his guilt so I found it fitting that once he thought Sit was innocent, he wanted to find the real guy who was guilty! Oh btw, with the lawyers, guys like jugs think the story is getting boring or something and I don't have time to write out and think about all the stuff they could actualy be asking.
And in actual fact, theres not much of a case and theres really no substantial evidence to question anyways... my bad sending them to court! But it's done and im going to jail!
Henry wrote:So you are found guilty... wanna know what sentence Phoenix will give you.
- Life = 25 years in States yeh?
Cable wrote:I predict that Sit will be found not guilty after the appeal, and Thompson will somehow catch the right guy.
- Good guess... might be true actually...
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by The_Flying_Tomato on Thu Apr 13, 2006 11:37 am
since i'm phoenix, I give you life. Ha!
benji wrote:We're still on that stupidity? Giving Kidd the MVP in 2002 is as bad as giving Nash the MVP in any year...
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by Fresh8 on Thu Apr 13, 2006 11:54 am
Coming Up on A Legend Is Born...
Stay reading to find out how long Sit will be put behind the slammer as the story begins to follow a different story!
Stay tuned for more guest appearances from David Weaver, The Atlanta Hawks and Jing Xu! Catch Vince Thompson and John 'Albino' O'Shea before they leave A Legend Is Born for good!
Stay reading to find out how long Sit will be put behind the slammer as the story begins to follow a different story!
Stay tuned for more guest appearances from David Weaver, The Atlanta Hawks and Jing Xu! Catch Vince Thompson and John 'Albino' O'Shea before they leave A Legend Is Born for good!
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by Fresh8 on Thu Apr 13, 2006 1:18 pm
Chapter 12
“I sentence you to…”
“Wait!” A voice with a deep French accent called out.
Heads turned to look towards the main entrance of the courtroom. There stood a short man who was carrying a briefcase. Judge Phoenix looked in puzzlement as the man continued to move forwards.
“Mr Sit is innocent,” the mystery man continued, “May I please tell you why your honour?”
Phoenix could suddenly see who it was and he smiled, “Jacque, you came back early from your holiday?”
Jacque smiled back and nodded his head, “Work called me back. This is why I’m here.”
“How are your kids?”
“Michael and Josie are good.”
“That’s good to hear.”
“Ahem!” Weaver rudely interrupted the conversation.
“Shush Mr Weaver,” Phoenix laughed at the Greek, “So Jacque, you think William Sit is innocent?”
“No, I don’t think. I know and I have evidence to prove it.”
Everyone began to mumble before Phoenix called for order. David Weaver was fuming in his corner of the room and Albino crossed his fingers that this was going to give Sit new hope. Jacque put his briefcase on the witness’ stand and turned to face everybody.
He began to talk, “Ladies and Gentlemen of the Jury. As the personal lawyer of Mr Barry Johnston, I see it fit to finally reveal the truth…”
The room was silent, everyone had tuned into hearing what Jacque had to say. He held a large folder with paper visibly sticking out of the sides of it. He held it high in the air so that everyone could see it.
“This is Barry Johnston’s will,” he announced, “In it, he has stated that as of today, William Sit has been entitled with 50% of the Atlanta Hawks franchise.”
“What?!” Sit exclaimed drawing a few glares from around of him.
Weaver was furious, “This is a joke!”
Jacque pressed on, “The will was only allowed to be accessed yesterday and it has instructed us to watch a video tape recorded a month before the death of Barry. In all due respect, I believe that it is only right that we fulfil this will’s instructions.”
Jacque pulled out a video and handed it to the bailiff.
Weaver protested in rage, “You can’t do this!”
“Yes I can. I am the executor of the will and Judge Phoenix will decide whether it is a legal document,” replied Jacque.
Phoenix was handed the folder and looked through the many pages in it and shrugged, “It’s perfectly legal. Everything looks fine with the date, witnesses and everything.”
Weaver looked at Phoenix, “You can’t allow this!”
“Yes I can,” Phoenix firmly said.
The television screen lit up with the face of Barry Johnston. He was sitting in his office with a sad face, his eyes staring into what would have been the lens of the camera.
“Hello, I am Barry Johnson. By now I will have passed away and you will be trying to prove that William Sit is my killer.”
Larry Johnston started to weep.
“I instructed my lawyer to inform all of you of what my will states and it is no mistake. 50% of the Hawks’ franchise now belongs to William Sit. To those who found that my death was abrupt, I want to say one last apology for being too selfish. I love all of you and especially you Larry. My son, stay strong and work alongside William Sit. He is a good man. I love you son, I say it for the last time and with as much meaning as the last time I said it to you.”
Larry suddenly understood. That night his father had died, he had left with the parting words of ‘I love you.’ Larry cried, only realising that his dad already known of his fate.
“Mr Sit is a good man; do not put him behind bars. I can tell you that my death was not the result of foul play but it was planned.”
Everyone gasped and Sit was even more confused.
“I was diagnosed with cancer and doctors said I only had a few months to live. But the pain was too much and so, I decided to commit suicide. I devised a plan to make it look like William Sit murdered me and I hired a hit man to carry out my final wish. Why did I do it you may ask? The answer is that I wanted the media’s attention to shift its focus off of the franchise so that my son Larry would have an easier transition into the big role of owner.”
Johnston continued, “I need to confess that I am deeply grateful to Sit that he may have given Larry the chance to reflect on how to keep court family business going and settled into his role as owner without any problems. If the lie and the plan went ahead well, I would like to apologise to all those that were deceived. And that is why I am awarding half of the franchise to Sit for he is the real victim in all of this.”
Jacque moved forward before Johnston concluded, “The reason for my death was suicide. I’m sorry Larry for lying for so long.”
Jacque switched off the TV. as Larry jumped up and reached forwards screaming out in agony, “Dad!”
Larry was pulled out of the room before Jacque continued, “I watched the tape yesterday and the mystery hit man contacted me to tell me what really happened on the night of the accident. William Sit was lured into a trap and asked to act out the scene that the prosecution showed to the court as security footage. Sit was so drunk that he did anything people told him to do so that was the simple part of the plan. The hard part was planting Sit at the accident so after Barry Johnston crashed his car the hit man knocked Sit out cold and drove him to the crime scene.”
Jacque concluded, “The police found Sit at the wheel and immediately charged him with murder and DUI and took him to trial. And the rest is history.”
Albino asked, “I still don’t understand why Sit was framed?”
Jacque answered, “Mr Johnston was feeling bad about doing this but his pain doubled every extra day he could stay awake. He was ready to leave this life at that time and it was a matter of finding a controversial way to commit suicide in order to take the pressure off of his son when the franchise was to be handed over.”
Phoenix then said in a confused manner, “So that’s all? Sit is innocent? Does the jury agree?”
Jacque and the members of the Jury nodded and Phoenix announced, “The court finds William Sit not guilty.”
Sit smiled as his side of the court clapped and cheered. Zaza Pachulia and Salim Stoudamire ran down to greet Sit and hug him. Albino raised his fist in the air; his first big case was finally over. Jing Xu then appeared from out of nowhere and greeted Sit. Sit, beaming, gave him a high five.
“Jing Xu, you’ve been missing for a while,” laughed Sit.
Jing shrugged, “Sorry for putting you through all of this shit but it was what the old man wanted.”
Albino was curious, “Let me guess. You’re the hit man?”
Jing Xu whispered, “Don’t say a word about it again.”
Albino understood, “And you tipped off Weaver the whole time?”
“That Greek jerk?” Jing proudly stated, “Hell yes!”
Weaver walked past, his face was red and he looked like he was going to hurt someone.
“I thought you were on my side,” Weaver said to Jing.
Jing smirked, “As if man! Only you’re lame enough to listen to me!”
Weaver shoved him lightly and said, “Bitch!”
As the lawyer left the room, Jing yelled out to him, “Guess who’s been with Mrs Weaver all those days at court and late nights in the office?”
Vince Thompson answered his cell phone while eating in his car, “Hello?”
“Sit won his case,” Albino exclaimed.
“Serious?”
Albino explained the weird order of events and Vince nearly choked on his burger.
“So what are you going to do in the future?”
Vince thought about it, “I don’t know. I’m thinking I will try and join the FBI or CIA or something. That was my dream all along. I’m over working for the police department up here. You?”
“I’m starting my own firm,” Albino proudly stated.
“Good for you.”
“Hey Thompson, thanks for all of your help. Good luck for the future.”
“Thanks,” mumbled Vince as Albino hung up.
Vince then smiled and rang someone else on his cell phone, “Hey mate, my job here is done. I will come and help you out now. I’m coming back to Boston.”
And with that, Vince ignited his car’s engine and drove off into the sunset.
Larry met Sit in the conference hall. The two had never actually had a conversation before.
“Larry, I hope that you’re well,” Sit said.
“Thank you,” Larry smiled, “I hope we can work together well in the future. Dad always chooses the right man for the job.”
Sit just nodded hesitantly as the reporters started to come in and fill in the seats in front of the stage area. Rob Wilson slipped into the room unnoticed while Mike Woodson and Al Harrington joined Sit and Larry. The press conference was about to begin.
Harrington looked down at Sit, “You know I still don’t like you.”
Sit laughed, “I know.”
Cameras were flashing and the journalists all sat in their seats trying to listen to what Sit would say. He wore a black business suit, looking smooth and fresh even though his face wore signs of stress; thanks to the court trial that had just passed.
Sit greeted the media throng, “As you know, I have been acquitted and Mr Barry Johnson’s will has awarded me with 50% of the Hawks’ ownership. Today I would like to proudly announce that my market share will be forwarded to the rightful owners. Mr Larry Johnston, I thank you for having me here today and wish you luck in the future. Today, I will return my share of the Hawks to you and your family.”
Everyone clapped as Sit reached across the table to shake Larry’s hand. Johnston was stunned and shook Sit’s hand before sitting back down.
“Mr Sit will now answer the media’s questions,” the PR man called out.
“Mr Sit, why are you not rejoining the Hawks? Is it because of your past?”
Sit shook his head, “No, the Hawks have been performing well ever since I left back in December. I feel that my place with the organisation was taken away back then and it’s time to move on from here.”
“What are your plans now?”
“I’m going to explore my options. I’m thinking that I want to work with another NBA team but that depends if they will give me a chance.”
“Mr Sit, what would your dream job be?”
Sit laughed again, “Mitch Kupchak’s job. I guess it’s possible if the Lakers start to lose soon but from what I’ve heard Kobe’s an MVP candidate and the team is on a roll. Maybe I can get Jerry Buss to trade for me.”
“Mr Sit, do you have any regrets for giving back what Mr Johnston gave you? He must have held a lot of faith in you in order to give you half the franchise.”
“No way,” Sit answered, “I think I’m leaving the franchise in the right hands.”
The following week was filled with distraction of interview and movie offers. Sit didn’t like the new popularity, being hunted down by all media sources and outlets. He basically barricaded himself in his house.
“Do they ever quit?” Sit asked Albino irritably.
“I don’t think they do.”
Albino was helping Sit clean up his place and helping him pack his bags. Sit wanted to go on a holiday.
“Any ideas where you’re going?” Albino asked.
“I don’t know, I just want to run away for a while.”
“It should be fun,” Albino assured his friend.
“Hey, you got any cases yet?”
“Yeah, I got a minor case. Some kids want to sue their school for failing them.”
“That’s good! As long as I know you’re not bludging!”
Albino looked confused, “What’s bludging?”
“It’s where you’re lazy and slacking off!”
The phone then rang and Albino answered it.
“For you,” he handed the phone towards Sit.
Sit sarcastically said, “Let me guess. Steven Spielberg?”
Albino grinned, “It’s actually Colangelo from Phoenix.”
“I sentence you to…”
“Wait!” A voice with a deep French accent called out.
Heads turned to look towards the main entrance of the courtroom. There stood a short man who was carrying a briefcase. Judge Phoenix looked in puzzlement as the man continued to move forwards.
“Mr Sit is innocent,” the mystery man continued, “May I please tell you why your honour?”
Phoenix could suddenly see who it was and he smiled, “Jacque, you came back early from your holiday?”
Jacque smiled back and nodded his head, “Work called me back. This is why I’m here.”
“How are your kids?”
“Michael and Josie are good.”
“That’s good to hear.”
“Ahem!” Weaver rudely interrupted the conversation.
“Shush Mr Weaver,” Phoenix laughed at the Greek, “So Jacque, you think William Sit is innocent?”
“No, I don’t think. I know and I have evidence to prove it.”
Everyone began to mumble before Phoenix called for order. David Weaver was fuming in his corner of the room and Albino crossed his fingers that this was going to give Sit new hope. Jacque put his briefcase on the witness’ stand and turned to face everybody.
He began to talk, “Ladies and Gentlemen of the Jury. As the personal lawyer of Mr Barry Johnston, I see it fit to finally reveal the truth…”
The room was silent, everyone had tuned into hearing what Jacque had to say. He held a large folder with paper visibly sticking out of the sides of it. He held it high in the air so that everyone could see it.
“This is Barry Johnston’s will,” he announced, “In it, he has stated that as of today, William Sit has been entitled with 50% of the Atlanta Hawks franchise.”
“What?!” Sit exclaimed drawing a few glares from around of him.
Weaver was furious, “This is a joke!”
Jacque pressed on, “The will was only allowed to be accessed yesterday and it has instructed us to watch a video tape recorded a month before the death of Barry. In all due respect, I believe that it is only right that we fulfil this will’s instructions.”
Jacque pulled out a video and handed it to the bailiff.
Weaver protested in rage, “You can’t do this!”
“Yes I can. I am the executor of the will and Judge Phoenix will decide whether it is a legal document,” replied Jacque.
Phoenix was handed the folder and looked through the many pages in it and shrugged, “It’s perfectly legal. Everything looks fine with the date, witnesses and everything.”
Weaver looked at Phoenix, “You can’t allow this!”
“Yes I can,” Phoenix firmly said.
The television screen lit up with the face of Barry Johnston. He was sitting in his office with a sad face, his eyes staring into what would have been the lens of the camera.
“Hello, I am Barry Johnson. By now I will have passed away and you will be trying to prove that William Sit is my killer.”
Larry Johnston started to weep.
“I instructed my lawyer to inform all of you of what my will states and it is no mistake. 50% of the Hawks’ franchise now belongs to William Sit. To those who found that my death was abrupt, I want to say one last apology for being too selfish. I love all of you and especially you Larry. My son, stay strong and work alongside William Sit. He is a good man. I love you son, I say it for the last time and with as much meaning as the last time I said it to you.”
Larry suddenly understood. That night his father had died, he had left with the parting words of ‘I love you.’ Larry cried, only realising that his dad already known of his fate.
“Mr Sit is a good man; do not put him behind bars. I can tell you that my death was not the result of foul play but it was planned.”
Everyone gasped and Sit was even more confused.
“I was diagnosed with cancer and doctors said I only had a few months to live. But the pain was too much and so, I decided to commit suicide. I devised a plan to make it look like William Sit murdered me and I hired a hit man to carry out my final wish. Why did I do it you may ask? The answer is that I wanted the media’s attention to shift its focus off of the franchise so that my son Larry would have an easier transition into the big role of owner.”
Johnston continued, “I need to confess that I am deeply grateful to Sit that he may have given Larry the chance to reflect on how to keep court family business going and settled into his role as owner without any problems. If the lie and the plan went ahead well, I would like to apologise to all those that were deceived. And that is why I am awarding half of the franchise to Sit for he is the real victim in all of this.”
Jacque moved forward before Johnston concluded, “The reason for my death was suicide. I’m sorry Larry for lying for so long.”
Jacque switched off the TV. as Larry jumped up and reached forwards screaming out in agony, “Dad!”
Larry was pulled out of the room before Jacque continued, “I watched the tape yesterday and the mystery hit man contacted me to tell me what really happened on the night of the accident. William Sit was lured into a trap and asked to act out the scene that the prosecution showed to the court as security footage. Sit was so drunk that he did anything people told him to do so that was the simple part of the plan. The hard part was planting Sit at the accident so after Barry Johnston crashed his car the hit man knocked Sit out cold and drove him to the crime scene.”
Jacque concluded, “The police found Sit at the wheel and immediately charged him with murder and DUI and took him to trial. And the rest is history.”
Albino asked, “I still don’t understand why Sit was framed?”
Jacque answered, “Mr Johnston was feeling bad about doing this but his pain doubled every extra day he could stay awake. He was ready to leave this life at that time and it was a matter of finding a controversial way to commit suicide in order to take the pressure off of his son when the franchise was to be handed over.”
Phoenix then said in a confused manner, “So that’s all? Sit is innocent? Does the jury agree?”
Jacque and the members of the Jury nodded and Phoenix announced, “The court finds William Sit not guilty.”
Sit smiled as his side of the court clapped and cheered. Zaza Pachulia and Salim Stoudamire ran down to greet Sit and hug him. Albino raised his fist in the air; his first big case was finally over. Jing Xu then appeared from out of nowhere and greeted Sit. Sit, beaming, gave him a high five.
“Jing Xu, you’ve been missing for a while,” laughed Sit.
Jing shrugged, “Sorry for putting you through all of this shit but it was what the old man wanted.”
Albino was curious, “Let me guess. You’re the hit man?”
Jing Xu whispered, “Don’t say a word about it again.”
Albino understood, “And you tipped off Weaver the whole time?”
“That Greek jerk?” Jing proudly stated, “Hell yes!”
Weaver walked past, his face was red and he looked like he was going to hurt someone.
“I thought you were on my side,” Weaver said to Jing.
Jing smirked, “As if man! Only you’re lame enough to listen to me!”
Weaver shoved him lightly and said, “Bitch!”
As the lawyer left the room, Jing yelled out to him, “Guess who’s been with Mrs Weaver all those days at court and late nights in the office?”
Vince Thompson answered his cell phone while eating in his car, “Hello?”
“Sit won his case,” Albino exclaimed.
“Serious?”
Albino explained the weird order of events and Vince nearly choked on his burger.
“So what are you going to do in the future?”
Vince thought about it, “I don’t know. I’m thinking I will try and join the FBI or CIA or something. That was my dream all along. I’m over working for the police department up here. You?”
“I’m starting my own firm,” Albino proudly stated.
“Good for you.”
“Hey Thompson, thanks for all of your help. Good luck for the future.”
“Thanks,” mumbled Vince as Albino hung up.
Vince then smiled and rang someone else on his cell phone, “Hey mate, my job here is done. I will come and help you out now. I’m coming back to Boston.”
And with that, Vince ignited his car’s engine and drove off into the sunset.
Larry met Sit in the conference hall. The two had never actually had a conversation before.
“Larry, I hope that you’re well,” Sit said.
“Thank you,” Larry smiled, “I hope we can work together well in the future. Dad always chooses the right man for the job.”
Sit just nodded hesitantly as the reporters started to come in and fill in the seats in front of the stage area. Rob Wilson slipped into the room unnoticed while Mike Woodson and Al Harrington joined Sit and Larry. The press conference was about to begin.
Harrington looked down at Sit, “You know I still don’t like you.”
Sit laughed, “I know.”
Cameras were flashing and the journalists all sat in their seats trying to listen to what Sit would say. He wore a black business suit, looking smooth and fresh even though his face wore signs of stress; thanks to the court trial that had just passed.
Sit greeted the media throng, “As you know, I have been acquitted and Mr Barry Johnson’s will has awarded me with 50% of the Hawks’ ownership. Today I would like to proudly announce that my market share will be forwarded to the rightful owners. Mr Larry Johnston, I thank you for having me here today and wish you luck in the future. Today, I will return my share of the Hawks to you and your family.”
Everyone clapped as Sit reached across the table to shake Larry’s hand. Johnston was stunned and shook Sit’s hand before sitting back down.
“Mr Sit will now answer the media’s questions,” the PR man called out.
“Mr Sit, why are you not rejoining the Hawks? Is it because of your past?”
Sit shook his head, “No, the Hawks have been performing well ever since I left back in December. I feel that my place with the organisation was taken away back then and it’s time to move on from here.”
“What are your plans now?”
“I’m going to explore my options. I’m thinking that I want to work with another NBA team but that depends if they will give me a chance.”
“Mr Sit, what would your dream job be?”
Sit laughed again, “Mitch Kupchak’s job. I guess it’s possible if the Lakers start to lose soon but from what I’ve heard Kobe’s an MVP candidate and the team is on a roll. Maybe I can get Jerry Buss to trade for me.”
“Mr Sit, do you have any regrets for giving back what Mr Johnston gave you? He must have held a lot of faith in you in order to give you half the franchise.”
“No way,” Sit answered, “I think I’m leaving the franchise in the right hands.”
The following week was filled with distraction of interview and movie offers. Sit didn’t like the new popularity, being hunted down by all media sources and outlets. He basically barricaded himself in his house.
“Do they ever quit?” Sit asked Albino irritably.
“I don’t think they do.”
Albino was helping Sit clean up his place and helping him pack his bags. Sit wanted to go on a holiday.
“Any ideas where you’re going?” Albino asked.
“I don’t know, I just want to run away for a while.”
“It should be fun,” Albino assured his friend.
“Hey, you got any cases yet?”
“Yeah, I got a minor case. Some kids want to sue their school for failing them.”
“That’s good! As long as I know you’re not bludging!”
Albino looked confused, “What’s bludging?”
“It’s where you’re lazy and slacking off!”
The phone then rang and Albino answered it.
“For you,” he handed the phone towards Sit.
Sit sarcastically said, “Let me guess. Steven Spielberg?”
Albino grinned, “It’s actually Colangelo from Phoenix.”
Last edited by Fresh8 on Thu Apr 13, 2006 1:48 pm, edited 1 time in total.
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by Mark. on Thu Apr 13, 2006 1:38 pm
Bravo! 
great stuff dude, well thought out and great twist, looks like your moving to Phoenix maybe
great stuff dude, well thought out and great twist, looks like your moving to Phoenix maybe "Money is options, not happiness, its what you do with those options that makes your life" - Conrad Bishop
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