[ WP ] Two undercover cops , unbeknownst to either that they are both undercover , are out to bust each other . They meet at a set-up drug deal .

[ Phone rings ] 
 `` Detective Newman here... uh huh... sure chief... I can have it by tomorrow... no do n't do that, I'll take care of it... Okay I'll get back to you tomorrow.. I'll be in touch.'' I ca n't believe chief wants to pull me off the case, Newman thought to himself. Eight long months undercover and he wants to pull me. Not on my watch. 
 
 Newman took out the battery of his work cell and took out his prepaid phone. He had a new message. 
 
 > Tomorrow, 7pm, Garfield Park. Come alone. 
 
 After six months dealing with dead ends and low-level criminals, Newman finally had his break. He was about to get a meeting with his POI aka person of interest. Newman is n't proud of some of the things he's done undercover, and chief has been starting to suspect that he either is n't cut out for the job, or he's losing his sense of integrity and needs to be pulled. But this will prove him wrong. He's about to catch his target red handed. 
 
 FBI agent Mario Fernandez has been undercover in the streets of Miami for more than two years. Kiko, as he's known in the streets, is revered among even the most well-known criminals in the city. Tomorrow, his time in the streets is set to come to an end. He's found a connection who's willing to take all of his product off of his hands. A known drug dealer and distributor named Marco reached out to make the deal a few weeks back, and tomorrow it's going down. The FBI is relocating him after the sting tomorrow. Taking down a rising dealer and collapsing part of the coke market in the city is just the tip of the iceberg. Agent Fernandez has intel and evidence to bring down dozens of others following this operation. 
 
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 Newman checks his watch. It reads 6:58. He does n't know what to expect since he's never actually seen Kiko, but from all he's heard and gathered, this will be the real deal. Newman peeks over his shoulder to an unmarked truck in a nearby parking lot. 
 
 `` Awfully nice evening, is n't Mister.... Marco is it?'' 
 
 `` You must be Kiko, glad to finally meet you. Do you have my product?'' 
 
 Kiko gives a hearty laugh, `` No need to rush business amigo! Let's go for a ride.'' 
 
 `` No games Kiko. I've heard your a business man, let's get to it. I have your money. Show me the product.'' 
 
 `` The product is n't here. I had to make sure you were alone and as serious as I've heard you would be. Let's go for a ride, your product is all ready for you.'' 
 
 `` This is n't what we agreed on. A ride where?'' 
 
 `` No worries ese, it's all good. You're not gon na find another deal like this in the entire state, you ca n't pass it up. Just get in the van.'' 
 
 Reluctantly, Newman agreed. Fernandez drove them across town to a shipping yard. Newman noticed that he still had support tailing them cautiously at a distance. They pulled into the shipping yard and swerved through rows of containers. It was n't until now that Newman started to get worried. 
 
 `` Here we are.'' 
 
 `` This better be the last detour. I got to get this product to the streets as soon as possible.'' 
 
 Kiki laughed once again. `` Marco mi amigo, no need to be angry.'' He unlocked and unchained a shipping container. Inside was two and a half tons of pure Colombian cocaine. 
 
 `` That's a damn good sight amigo. Damn good. Let's load it into the van and get back to the park. Then you'll get this money here.'' 
 
 In the blink of an eye Kiko had his pistol up, pointing it at Marco. `` Get down on the ground! Get down, now! FBI, get down on the ground!'' 
 Marco complied slowly trying to take it in. Suddenly there were a number of agents surrounding him. The FBI sting was a success. 
 
 Agent Fernandez heard the sirens approaching. Miami PD was now at the scene as well. The chief opened his door, gun drawn. `` Hold it right there, Miami PD! Drop the weapon! All of you, drop your weapons now!'' 
 
 Confused, Fernandez slowly lowered his weapon. `` Federal Bureau of Inverstigation, this case is our jurisdiction. I repeat, we're with the FBI, we're here to arrest Raul `` Marco'' Quintero.'' 
 
 The chief had an even more confused and surprised face than Agent Fernandez. He slowly lowered his weapon. `` That's not Marco Quintero. Though you may know him as such. He's an undercover officer with the Miami police department. He's been working a case deep undercover for months now.'' 
 
 `` I'm going to have to call my supervisor.'' Agent Fernandez replied as he and his fellow agent holster ed their weapons and began talking with Detective Newman. 
 
 `` You think you've seen it all.'' The chief muttered as he walked toward the others. `` I'm getting to old for this shit.''
