February 10th, 2012

Denver, Colorado

"Dino! Wake up lad its time to rock!"

Dean opens the door, fully dressed.

"Didn't think you'd make it up this early." Said Becky.

"Couldn't sleep. Had a lot on my mind."

"Like a front row seat to a porno?"

"That's one of many things."

Becky and Dean drive over to the studio building to meet with Dolph. Spending yesterday getting in a good workout, exploring the city and ending with a Denver Nuggets game. A lot of time spent getting to know each other. Once in the building, they're directed to the set by a front desk clerk. Two floors up, room 14. As they approach the door, a woman can be heard moaning from the other side.

"Think we're in the right place?" Dean chuckled.

He gives a hard knock, summoning a cameran from inside.

"You guys must be here for Dolph. He's hasn't started yet."

They walk in to see two women going at it on a couch. Dolph standing naked close by.

"Nice ass." Said Dean.

"Thank you."

Dolph walks over, attempting to shake Dean's hand. Dean just stares with an eyebrow raised. Dolph starts laughing hysterically.

"Don't feel awkward, that's a little joke I play on people who come in."

"Real hilarious. When's your contact coming in?"

"Sent me a text saying 20 minutes. That was 10 minutes ago, so do the math. In the meantime, just hang out. We got a pool table and food."

Becky, who hasn't said a word, goes to the food table.

"Hey, what about the money I'm getting for this deal?"

"I got the check on me right now. If you're info is legit, you get the money. Deal?"

"Deal."

"Dolph, you ready?" Asked the director.

"That's my cue. Enjoy the show."

Dean takes a seat with Becky. Still silent, eating through a plate of cheese cubes.

"Everything cool?" He asks.

"Why wouldn't it be? We got free cheese and naked people."

"If you're feeling a little uncomfortable, I'll sit this through."

"You sure?"

"Yeah. I needed to learn a few new moves anyway."

Becky smirks as she leaves the room. Going back outside through the front door, holding it open for a plump middle aged woman coming in. Becky checks her messages as the woman pops her head back out.

"Excuse me, is your hair natural?"

"The length is. The color isn't."

"Oh. I just wanted to say it looks great."

"Thank you."

A missed call from Sami catches her attention. She texted him the other day about her episode. Sami's phone was always open for her. This would be a good time to call back. It goes straight to the machine. Must be busy at the pizza shop. The plump woman comes back out, waving to Becky before getting in her van. She pulls off as Dean comes running out.

"Where did that fat lady go?"

"She just drove away."

"Start the car, that was Dolph's dealer."

They get in with Becky driving. Catching up to the lady who only got a few blocks down.

"So that sweet lady is selling Goldust?"

"Seen it myself. The prices on that stuff is ridiculous. No wonder people are making a killing off it. Keep on her!"

"I know how to drive Dean."

The chase continues out of the city. Going from Denver to Thorton, which weren't too far off from each other. After 40 minutes of driving and a 25 minute supermarket visit, the woman makes it home. Thorton, a nice little suburban area with similar looking homes. Becky parks on the curb nearby.

"Kinda place you see in movies. White picket fence, 2.5 children, backyard pool, all that cliche nonsense. So how you wanna handle this?" Said Dean.

"Like professionals?"

"I was thinking more Charles Bronson in Death Wish. But sure, lets do professional."

"Dean, let me do the talking."

They walk over as the woman pulls out grocery bags from her trunk.

"Need some help with those bags miss?"

"Oh no, I got it. Thank you for the off-"

Becky flashes her badge, causing her to go bug eyed.

"Is there a problem?" She mutters.

"We just want to talk. Got any extra Goldust?"

"Please, I can explain."

"Lets just go inside and talk."

Inside, she sits in a recliner across from the duo, who sit on the couch.

"First off, I'm Captain Lynch, this is Lieutenant Ambrose. Certified private military."

"Private military! Oh good lord. My name is Sandra Tully."

"So Miss Tully-"

"Mrs." She corrects.

"Mrs. Tully, can you explain what a woman like you is doing drug dealing?"

Dean stayed silent, while Sandra told her story.

"About a year ago, I was let go from my secretary job in Denver. I was jobless for about two months. My husband picked up a lot of the slack. I felt terrible. My friend Sheila from the neighborhood gave me a call. Said if I needed quick money, I could do her a favor. She asked me to drop off a few boxes of canned goods to a homeless shelter."

"And the drugs were stashed in there?" Questioned Becky.

"No, that's what kept me off guard. As if I ever had any suspicion to begin with. I drove down the boxes of food, when I got there, a man with a lot of tattoos took them and handed me two backpacks. I didn't look until I got in my car. They were full of money."

"Wait, I'm confused. She gave you real food, and someone sends you back with thousands of dollars?"

"That was their trade plan. Sending someone with drugs, have someone else pick up the money."

"So how did you end up dealing?"

"After a few months of this, Sheila went on a coke bender. The police came and got her, took her down to the station. When she got bailed out by her husband, a van pulled up. Killed Sheila and two cops right there. Soon I got a call from the man I gave the food too, asking if I wanted to pick up where she left off."

"Doesn't sound smart to work for those kinds of people now does it?"

"The money was amazing. Figured as long as I keep my nose clean, everything would be fine."

"Mrs. Tully, does your husband know what you do?"

"NO! I couldn't tell him that. It could put him and my kids in trouble!"

"You do realize that working with a cartel member put your family in trouble when you accepted their money."

"No it didn't. The man agreed to leave my family alone if I...you know..."

"Fucked him?" Said Dean, breaking his silence.

Sandra started getting jittery. Biting her thumb as she nodded her head.

"I think we heard enough. Listen Mrs. Tully, you give us the name of your supplier, we could work something out to keep your family safe and you far away from the local penitentiary." Said Becky.

"I've been more than cooperative. Just promise me you wont tell my husband what happened."

"The only thing we can guarantee is your safety. With you being a key witness, we'll hand this over to the local police department. They'll need some recorded testaments, might do a clean sweep on your house."

"I can't have cops in here!"

The front door opens up and Mr. Tully walks in with their twin sons.

"Oh hello. Didn't know we were having company. Would of bought more burgers. Hi, Greg Tully."

He shakes Dean's hand and tips his paddy cap to Becky. They also introduce themselves.

"Nice to meet you two. Will you be staying for dinner? I'm sure we got a couple of extra chicken breasts I can cook up."

"Sorry, we can't. We gotta get home to check on our own kids." Said Dean, giving Becky a slight wink.

"Take care then. Always nice to meet new people from around town. Come on boys."

The twins run upstairs. Greg greets his wife with a kiss and walks to the kitchen. Sandra turns her attention back to the duo. Her face all types of scared.

"Your call Sandra."

Sandra gives the name Trey Lonnit. Her usual pickup was around 5 A.M. tomorrow in South Denver. They'll follow Sandra there, and shadow Lonnit after her deal is completed. Becky and Dean thank her before going back to the car.

"Our kids huh? As in more than one?"

"I like kids."

"Really? Since when?"

"Since a few days ago."

"You're a mess."

Becky found Dean to be quite the joker. Dean himself tending to make jokes in dire situations. Even if he didn't like kids, it was something he had to deal with.

February 11th, 2012

After another night of sleep, Dean's phone alarm goes off 4 in the morning. Time for work. He suits up in his riot gear and bomber jacket. He exits the room to find Becky waiting outside his door.

"What are you a fucking owl?"

"It's hard to sleep when a Sergeant is blasting an alarm early as hell for a five mile run."

Outside, Becky starts the car while Dean grabs their bags from the backseat. He gets in wearing the wolf mask.

"Woof, woof."

"Those things are so fucking goofy."

"You say that until you catch a bullet to the face."

"I got a text from Sandra. We're heading to 28th & Brown. We all set?"

Dean gives an emphatic head nod with the mask still on. Once on 28th street, they wait in an alley until Sandra shows up. A camera on hand for snapping evidence. Sandra arrives soon and parks her van, waiting for Lonnit. He arrives after another ten minutes, driving an SUV. He stops next to the van, lowering his window.

"Hey big mama, how you doing?"

"I'm feeling good. A little tired, that's all. How about you Trey?"

"Just doing my thing. I got your stuff. Threw in a little extra just for you."

Lonnit passes a backpack and Sandra hands back an envelope.

"When you coming over again?" Asks Lonnit

"Whenever I get time. I still have a family to take care of. You know that."

"Just don't forget about me."

Lonnit leans in for a kiss. Sandra, who obliges on any other day, hesitated for a moment, knowing who was watching. Despite that, she needed to keep status quo. She kisses Lonnit, who creepily licks his lips when they finish.

"Aight big mama, I'm outta here. Call me soon okay."

Lonnit drives off and Becky pulls up to Sandra immediately after. Dean asks for the bag, which she hands over. After confirming two keys of Goldust in there, they follow Lonnit. Leaving Sandra alone in her van.

The chase goes from Denver to Aspen. Lovely place this time of year, especially covered in a blanket of snow. Lonnit parks at a loft, with Becky parking a block away. Lonnit heads inside.

"Lets do this as quiet as possible." Becky suggested.

"Got you."

They mask up and take point at Lonnit's door. Becky keeping watch while Dean picks the lock. With the door open, they draw their silenced guns and move forward. Music can be heard playing close by.

"See if anyone else is here. I'll get Lonnit." Said Becky.

Dean heads through the kitchen. Becky inches down the hallway as the music gets louder. She finds Lonnit's room with his door cracked. She peeks in, hearing the shower running. Dean comes from behind, saying no one else is there. Just need to wait a few minutes.

Lonnit finishes his shower, singing and dancing to his Latin song. He comes out the bathroom and gets mauled by Dean.

"What the fuck?!" Shouts Lonnit.

Becky cuffs him and Dean shoves a rag in his mouth. Then shoving him into a nearby chair.

"Hey buddy, didn't expect to see us did you? Feel like talking today?" Teased Dean.

Lonnit angrily screams through the rag. Dean gives a gut punch, quieting him down.

"I said talk. If you scream, I'm gonna have to hit you again. Understood?"

Lonnit shakes his head. Becky pulls out the rag.

"I got five keys under the bed. Take it man." Lonnit pleads.

"We're taking the dust, and you're coming with us."

"Look, look. I was lying. I got fifteen keys in the house, all yours. Just don't kill me."

"I love this part." Said Becky.

Becky and Dean flash their badges, leaving Lonnit none too surprised.

"Fucking feds, I knew you'd be coming for us soon."

"So why are still hanging around Denver smart guy?" Asked Dean.

"Why not? Either way I'm fucked. I try to cut ties with the cartel, I'm dead. I get arrested by you two clowns, I spend life in prison. Or guess what? I get shanked inside by a hit from my boss. I might as well ride this shit out. Do all the blow and fuck all the bitches I can. We all die someday."

"Huh, never thought about it like that." Said Dean, causing Becky to slap his chest.

"Exactly. Why risk your lives for a cause that your own employers profit from? You think there's a 'war or drugs'? Fuck no. These suits who sit at the top make bank off this shit. While you two out here fighting for a pay stub."

"Save all your conspiracy bullshit for someone who cares. What you're doing is wrong and it's our job to shut it down." Said Becky.

"Whatever. You guys want names, I'll give you names. I want diplomatic immunity or some shit like that. Protection, you know? And I want it in writing."

"Cutting a deal? Smart man. I'll make some calls and see what we can do. I'll be back."

Becky leaves Dean to watch Lonnit. Dean sits on the bed and takes his mask off.

"That's a bad bitch right there. Yall fucking?" Asked Lonnit.

"No. Maybe sometime in the future."

"Well be careful with that shit bruh. You pipe a chick down and shit can go south real quick."

Dean rolls his eyes, already driving on that road. He looks down at Lonnit's lower body.

"Is it cold in here?"

"Fuck you man."

Becky returns with good news for Lonnit. The local police will take him in for the time being. They'll take the drugs and Becky will send the proper paperwork once Lonnit releases all of his info. Lonnit doesn't seem excited about that, but he agrees anyway. Once the police come get Lonnit, Becky and Dean head on back to Denver. An easy payday if there ever was one.