5 Weeks Ago
Sanq Kingdom National Space Port
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Sanq Kingdom's finest taxi service wasn't a taxi service at all. Well, it was in it's own right. It was really a ring of corrupt cops who for the right price (about 4,000 credits per mile plus a cover charge) would supply drug dealers and the like transportation anywhere within the city limits using police cars. There would be no questions asked, just a police escort, lots of money, and the security of the drug or arms dealer not getting caught by the Feds. The Feds, as well as the press, had known about the service and had been waiting years to catch it in action. That's where we came in.
Through Barton, we had gotten word that the "taxi service" was going to be picking up a well-known gundanium dealer from L-1. They'd pick him up at the Sanq Kingdom National Spaceport, and we knew the exact time and place. Boy, were they in for a surprise.
We were there when the shuttle landed. Quatre was undercover as a tarmac worker. Granted, Quatre was not the toughest guy around, and he certainly was shy, but when this kid was on the job he was right on task -- a great worker. He watched as the large man in a white coat carrying a briefcase exited the shuttle and sped through the Space Port, closely following his every move. Granted, I am much more qualified for stealth missions, but in this situation Quatre seemed better suited. I was needed to keep the others on task with my plan.
You gotta give Quatre credit. He was in and out fast. As the man in the white coat waddled up to the pink police car, Quatre was already halfway in our unmarked van and reaching for his change of clothes. The others would rendezvous with our van and the police car later on a side street. They had two of their own unmarked vans. I could only hope that they would follow through with this without killing anyone.
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Inside the police car, the large man in the white coat shifted in his seat to pull out an envelope. "Will this get me to my destination?" The man said while pushing up his glasses.
One of the two policemen in the front of the car took the envelope and counted the money inside. "Dr. J, this much will get you to outer space and back!"
The man in the back smiled crookedly and leaned back to enjoy his ride. The driver pulled off of the main street to avoid being seen by anyone who could testify as to the illegal activities. J clutched his briefcase close to himself as they rounded the turn. A white van was in front of them, heading in the same direction.
As the cops basked in their payment, they failed to take much notice of the van in front until it slammed on the brakes and the pink police car collided into it. "What the fuck?!" The driver shouted as he quickly switched gears into reverse to avoid any confrontation. The idiot driver didn't see the second white van until he hit it as he inched out of his current position in reverse. Panicking, he looked out his window and was startled to see another unmarked van, this time black, pull up and corner him; there was no chance in getting out the other side, cars were parked there.
In no more than four seconds, the back doors of the first van swung open, a man dressed in black with a ski mask and a machine gun waved at them. The driver of the first van had gotten out and in similar attire, held a shotgun to the police vehicle. Two other men leaped out of the van behind them, one holding a tank with a few gallons of something in it and the other with a gun. In the last van, the black van, the driver scooted into the passenger seat to be closer to the police car and held his own gun to the cops.
One of the assailants smashed in the windshield and pulled it away into the road, terrifying the car's occupants. "Don't fuckin move." He said, "give us the money."
Dr. J sat in the back, clearly aggravated and even scared. He didn't make a move, and the cops started screaming at him to "give them the money! The money!" Shaking his head slightly as if to wake up from a bad dream, J reluctantly reached in his pocket and pulled out a second envelope of cash that was to be given to the cops at the drop off point. One of the cops hastily took the money from him and handed it to the man in the ski mask.
"Thanks," Wu-Fei whispered hauntingly, "now give us the gundanium." Dr. J's eyes widened, and he clutched the briefcase closer to himself defiantly. "Now!"
In shock, J handed the briefcase over to Wu-Fei. "You can't do this to us!" The driver shouted in vain, "do you even know who we are?"
At this, Duo, still seated in the passenger seat of the black van repositioned his gun, reached out the window and swiftly yanked off the officer's badge from where it had been pinned to his uniform. "We know now," Duo grinned widely, and tossed the badge into the back of the van. "Hurry up, guys!"
Now that they had the merchandise, it was time to put on the finishing touches. A little "fuck you" to the Sanq Kingdom P.D. for all the trouble they had caused the five men. It was Heero's turn to step up to the plate, holding that tank of liquid; he jumped on the car and poured out the contents of the tank. The officers, entirely helpless, watched in horror as the caught a whiff of gasoline. From inside the car it must have looked as though Heero moved in slow motion. He turned around, took out a match from his pocket, lifted his foot and made a graceful arc to the sole of his shoe, igniting the small match. Tossing the flame over his shoulder, he leaped off the car and he and his men ran back into the vans and drove off. The occupants of the beaten and dejected car were left to cower at the flames and evacuate.
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Heero made an anonymous phone call. The press was on the scene before the Feds. They arrested J and the officers, too. Within the week most of the police force was found guilty of smuggling, receiving bribes, or just blatantly breaking the law. There were so few straight cops they had to assign some Feds to help the city Police until they could recruit more officers. Criminals had a field day; everyone got it right in the ass from Miss Relena on down. It was beautiful.
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