[ WP ] Congress just passed the Prohibition Act of 2016 . Coffee is now a Class 1 illegal drug .

`` I'm just not myself til I've had my morning coffee.'' The junkie said scratching at her neck rapidly. 
 
 I nodded to myself as I added the milk, steam poured off in a familiar hiss. The junkies pupils dilated and the scratching intensified. 
 
 `` One triple shot, no whip, extra cream, whole milk, mocha latte.'' I said calmly setting the piping hot drink down on the counter. The junkie counted out thirty dollars in crumpled up ones and loose change. 
 
 `` Pleasure doing business with you.'' I said happily scooping up the sweaty, smelly dollars and coins. 
 
 The junkie snatched the coffee and scurried off to consume her beverage. 
 
 My shop operated out a secret room behind a dry cleaner. Mr. Han, ran it for me while I sold my specialty wares out of the back. There was a hidden entrance in the alley that the junkies could use to sneak in and get their drinks. My private clientele used the dry cleaner entrance after giving Mr. Han the password. 
 
 I heard the bell ring indicating that someone had entered the dry cleaners. I looked down at the small monitor below the counter that showed a camera's feed of the store front. A man in an expensive looking suit was dropping of shirts off for dry cleaning. I could see the two men exchange words but could n't make them out. Probably telling Mr. Han how much starch to use, or that he needed the lip stick removed from his collar before his wife saw it. The usual. 
 
 In a blur the man in the expensive suit drew a pistol from inside his jacket. I heard the gunshot and saw Mr. Han's body fall backward. Men in uniforms poured into the dry cleaners. DEA. 
 
 Shit! I grabbed the small money box from beneath the counter and turned to run out of the hidden alley entrance. A large muscular man kicked open the door. His bullet proof vest had DEA written in large white bold letters. 
 
 `` Get down on the ground!'' He shouted. 
 
 I reached behind my back and fumbled underneath the counter. 
 
 `` Hands up scum bag!'' He shouted again. 
 
 My fingers found what they were searching for. I threw the money box at the DEA agent and swung the sawed off shotgun around and fired. The buckshot tore into the man's chest. Blood sprayed out of the gaping hole onto the wall. I picked the money box back up and stepped over the corpse. 
 
 `` Should have just asked for a shot of espresso instead.'' 
 
 I walked into the alley. To my left was the main street with a mass of people streaming down the sidewalk to work. Another failed attempt at arresting The Barista. I stepped into the crowd and disappeared. 
 
 
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