1. Midnight Tren to Georgia

"Jesus, how long's it gonna take these scumbags? We've been here for hours!"

"Easy Jace. Shitbirds don't run to a schedule. But we're here, we've got eyes on the buyer, and pretty soon, we're gonna be a lot richer."

"Shit Lovelace, you always know exactly what to say." Jace exhaled, giving his partner a money-hungry grin.

"Pension's a long way off, huh?" the blonde noted, returning her partner's grin. "Go back on your Gameboy kid. I've got the alleyway." she said, gesturing with her binoculars at the meeting place, a decent spell off from their non-descript car.

"Not that I expect you to know the difference, didn't exactly have handhelds when you were a kid, but this is a DS." Nelson said, flipping the portable system closed, suspending his game. "Nothing better for a stakeout than a little Pokemon!"

"Don't let anyone catch you playing that in the precinct." Lovelace advised. "People see that, and the Big Morrocan Cuck might have some stiff competition for Wiltshire's Biggest Loser."

"I ain't about that lifestyle, Lovelace." Nelson protested. "I'm strictly a... casual gamer."

"As long as you're a professional cop." the senior detective countered. "Looks like some activity." she noted, as a car pulled up. "This goes down without a hitch, and BK's on me."

"Pfff, I'm thinking I'm gonna have to switch to some Maccy D's or some Colonel's or some shit. You hear about what happened out in Houston? Dumbass wagies beat a customer senseless, tazed his ass, over damn near nothing!" Nelson said, stowing his DS and reaching for his piece.

"This ends without either of us catching a bullet or losing our badges, I'd even spring for Five Guys." Lovelace scoffed. From across the way, the car door opened, and a couple of buff-looking dudes climbed out. One of them was toting a non-descript black rucksack.

"Those hombres look pretty built." Nelson noted, a note of concern creeping into the young man's voice. "You think they're getting high on their own supply?"

"They don't look like anything we can't handle." Lovelace said, her binoculars glinting in the L.A. moonlight. "Taller one could stand to lay off the tanning bed, though. Homie's gone full Drumpf."

Setting down her binocs, Lovelace turned to her partner. Affecting Trump's signature pout, she brought her hands up, making them as small as possible.

"Nobody's put more Tren on the streets of LA than me. I tell you, CNN won't tell you this, but I'm one of the biggest, the best Tren dealers around. I hear they even call me Mr. Tren!"

"You better not be mocking The Donald in front of a bona fide New Yorker." Nelson said, trying not to bust up laughing. "Plus, Trump's the rightful President, in fact, the White Hats-"

"Easy, Babyface." Lovelace said, unholstering her gat. "I voted Donald Trump. In 2016, at least" she smirked, climbing out of the car.

"For real?" Nelson asked, following her out. "What happened?"

"The trans military ban happened." Lovelace said, slamming on a pair of Ralph Laurens. "I've got a few trans friends in the USAF. What, just cause they transitioned, they don't get to drop baloney on Achmed and Achmina?"