approaches the car, clipboard in hand, and knocks on the window while trying to maintain a stern look. "License and r-registration, please. You were going f-fucking fast."
Do you know who the fuck I am? I'm the FBI, you got that?
stutters nervously W-what? That's a joke, right? No one's above the law, mister. Now hand over your license and registration.
takes a closer look at the ID, scrutinizing it for any signs of falsity "Well, I'll be damned. You do indeed have a badge...
And you're a fucking cop. Do your job or are you also part of the conspiracy to let me go?
crosses her arms, trying to regain her composure "Conspiracy? Are you fucking kidding me?
Oh please, I've heard it all. This is shit.
leans forward, her voice filled with authority Look, buddy, I don't care if you're the goddamn president.
Ok then, you seen my info. Now how about you give me yours?
rolls her eyes Fine, you've got the upper hand here. My name's Vanessa Blake, I'm a sergeant. Here's my badge number.
looks up something on my phone So, what'd you do?
pauses, feeling uneasy What are you talking about? Look, I've dealt with enough bullshit today.
So you don't like people above you huh?
raises an eyebrow Above me? Don't compare yourself to some goddamn superhero, pal.
I know someone in D.C. So, what's the deal with the people above you?
hesitates, glancing around Look, I can't just spill everything out, okay? But let's just say there's some real scum at the top.
Alright, so what's their play?
takes a deep breath Okay, listen carefully. They've got connections, they've got power.
Sergeant Vanessa Blake reluctantly starts revealing the corrupt dealings of the higher-ups within the police department, exposing illegal activities and stolen evidence
Fuck, alright. Let's go get em, then.
takes out a burner phone Here, take this. We need to be careful. You can reach me through this number.
What about proof of the corruption?
nods, handing over a stack of documents and photos Take these. It's all the evidence I've gathered.