Doug was whistling merrily as he sauntered into the chapel for debriefing, a Rocket Dog fast food bag in one hand and his backpack in the other. He sat in his desk chair and propped his feet up.

"You're in a good mood," Judy observed.

Doug nodded as he bit into his chili dog. "Uh-huh, 'cause I'm awesome." he said through his mouthful.

"What'd you do now?" asked Ioki.

"All right, kiddos," Jenko interrupted, emerging from his office. He dragged a wooden chair to the center of the room and sat in it the wrong way, resting his crossed arms on the back. "Tell me what went down at the schoolhouse today."

Doug was still chewing. He held up a finger in the universal sign for "wait just a second." He finished what he had in his mouth, took a long swig of soda from the Super Big Gulp on his desk, and cleared his throat.

"Well, Jenk, I met Southern High's steroid kingpin and I'm real close to busting him," said Doug, grinning smugly.

"How close is 'real close'?" asked Tom.

"It's this kid Tim, see?" Doug began. "One of only two seniors on the whole team didn't pop positive on that drug test, but he ain't no angel. I tanked a few plays on purpose in practice, only it looked like an accident. So I went back to the locker room, did the 'O woe is me' routine, and out comes our friendly neighborhood shortstop. Says he's got somethin' that can gimme my edge back, but he didn't have any on him. So we agreed to meet up tomorrow at 3:00 in the boys' locker room."

"As opposed to the girls' locker room?" Judy teased.

"Nice work, Penhall," praised Jenko. "You need anything from my end of things?"

"Maybe 200 bucks or so," said Doug. "Just enough to flash where Tim thinks everything's for real."

Jenko scribbled on his notepad. "You got it, kid. Now get outta here and get some sleep. You haven't looked too good the last few days."

Doug didn't need telling twice. He jumped out of his chair, bid his coworkers good-bye, and left the chapel.
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Doug went through what would be his last day at Southern High on auto-pilot, right up until 2:30. Just fifteen minutes left until school let out and half an hour before his scheduled meeting with Tim. His gut churned nervously; undercover operations were particularly tricky toward the end. A lot of things could go wrong. Doug hadn't had anything real nasty happen yet, but there was always that chance. When the last bell of the day rang, Doug plowed upstream through the kids exiting the school to reach the gym. As expected, Tim was hanging around outside the boys' locker room.

"Hey, man," Doug greeted.

"Hey," Tim said shortly.

"You got what I need?" Doug asked.

Tim shook his head.

"So you lied?" Doug rolled his eyes. "Perfect. You know what? Screw you."

Doug turned to walk away, but Tim grabbed him by the arm. "I don't have it, but I can take you to who does," the shortstop said quietly.

The undercover cop followed the kid past the locker room to a back hallway of the school. Doug felt excited about the impending bust and apprehensive about being taken to such a secluded location. They stopped in front of a door.

"You wait here," Tim ordered as he opened it and stepped inside. A few minutes later, he exited. "It's cool. You can go in."

"Hurry it up, I ain't got all day!" barked a voice Doug had come to know well over the past week.

Doug entered the room.

"Shut the door behind ya, kid!" ordered the same voice.

With a jolt, Doug realized he was in Coach Gavin's office.

"So," the coach said lightly. "Tim tells me you're interested in a little extra...help."

Doug wondered for a moment if Tim had been pretending he knew where to get steroids and ratted him out to the coach for showing interest in using them. This notion was dispelled about a minute later. Coach Gavin unlocked one of his desk drawers, slid it out, and set two things on the desktop: a syringe with a needle already attached and a vial of clear liquid.

"Uh...are you serious about that, Coach?" he asked.

"Depends," said Coach Gavin. "Are you serious about being the best?"

"Oh yeah, Coach," Doug said earnestly. "I'll do anything to get a scholarship."

"All righty then." The coach motioned to the syringe and vial. "It's yours, kid."

"For free?"

"Just 'cause you're a first-time customer."

Doug motioned to his arm. "Don't I need somethin' to, uh..."

"Are you kidding? Just use your belt."

"Actually, sir, I'd prefer to use handcuffs."

"What?"

Doug reached into his back pocket and pulled out a slim black wallet. He flicked it open, revealing his badge and police department ID card. "I'm Officer Doug Penhall. And you're under arrest for selling this junk to kids."

Panic stricken, Coach Gavin tried to make a run for it. Doug easily headed him off by pressing his full weight against the office door. He produced a pair of handcuffs that he'd hidden under his shirt at the small of his back. He restrained the coach with ease and jerked open the door. Doug read Gavin his Miranda rights as marched him down the hallway, toward the squad car waiting at the school's back door.