[ WP ] Major drug deal is going down with both the Buyer and Seller being Undercover Police from different agencies .

Jim pinched his nose and itched at his ragged beard. Mike stared. 
 
 `` Look, just... let's see the money.'' 
 
 `` I want to see the product first,'' replied Jim, eyes still closed. 
 
 `` You know, I'm starting to think....'' 
 
 Jim snapped his head up and stared. 
 
 `` Think what?'' he growled. 
 
 `` I do n't know, something. You're acting strange. This is how this works, these drug deals. You pay for the product first.'' 
 
 Both men shifted in their seats. 
 
 Jim flicked at his nose like he's seen so many coke heads do across dusty tables back at the station. He cleared his throat. They did that all the time, right? 
 
 Mike sat as a dealer would sit. 
 
 The confiscated police funds sat in a neat stack in Jim's sweaty pocket and Mike's baggie with a pinch of 2-3 years lay impatiently in the drawer next to him. 
 
 Unbeknownst to one another, they shared a collective thought at the exact same moment: `` Fuck it, there's no recording of this deal. I'm going to arrest his ass and find the goods.'' 
 
 They both smirked and motioned for their pockets. 
 
 `` What the fuck! Do n't move,'' snarled Mike. 
 
 `` You do n't move first,'' replied Jim. 
 
 `` OK, I wo n't move first then you wo n't move.'' 
 
 `` So I get the first move?'' asked Jim with a smirk. 
 
 `` Shit, I guess so.'' 
 
 In a swift motion, Jim whipped out his.38 Special and slapped the butt across Mike's sweaty temple with a dull thud. 
 
 Mike cried out and reached for his pocket but Jim's knee landed heavily on his wrist, snapping it in three places. He lay in defeat. 
 
 Jim pulled a zip-tie out of his pocket and expertly bound Mike's wrists. 
 
 `` You're under arrest, dick bag.'' 
 
 `` Jesus Christ,'' Mike muttered through pain-gritted teeth. 
 
 `` Yeah, you're fucked.'' 
 
 `` The war on fucking drugs, my ass. Our bosses do n't know a hole from their ass in the ground.'' 
 
 `` Save your political babblings for a jury that wo n't give a fuck.'' 
 
 `` You stupid fuck, I'm DEA. Check my wallet.'' 
 
 Jim fumbled in his pocket with one hand without breaking his pistol's focused gaze between Mike's eyes. 
 
 `` It could be worse,'' said Mike, `` you could look like a fucking moron AND have a concussion and broken wrist.'' 
 
 Jim saw the bad news and dropped the wallet on Mike's chest. 
 
 `` Say, let's go find a scumbag and plant this shit on them so we do n't go back empty-handed.'' 
 
 Mike spit out a glob of blood and said, `` Let's go.'' 
 

