[ WP ] `` Wait a second ... Is anyone here NOT an undercover cop ? ''

Gil heard loud hip-hop music coming from inside what he suspected to be a crackhouse. The hot sun beat down on his back, his bullet-proof vest only drawing more sweat from his body. Pulling his handgun from it's holster, he held it close to him as he put his hand on the doorknob. He turned his wrist and pushed the door open, and stepped into the door frame with his gun pointed out in front of him. 
 
 The room was empty, and the music seemed to be originating from another section of the house. The room was a mess, littered with empty bags of junk food and all sorts of garbage, not to mention used needles and empty pill bottles. He pulled his radio from the front of his uniform to his mouth. 
 
 `` Requesting backup at 18 Tigris Lane. Standby and do not engage until I say so.'' 
 
 He slowly stepped forwards, mentally preparing himself for the shootout that could soon follow. To his left, out of nowhere, he heard a toilet flush and saw a man in a dirty muscle shirt and a pair of ripped up cargo pants emerge from a side door. 
 
 Seeing Gil with his gun drawn, the man opened his mouth to speak. Acting quickly, Gil moved towards him and pointed his handgun directly at him. He brought a finger to his lips and the man closed his mouth, fearing for his life. Gil walked towards him and motioned for him to turn around and face the wall. Keeping his gun pointed at the man, he patted him down. Reaching his pockets, he felt something tucked away in one of them. Not sure what he would find Gil reached carefully opened it and reached in, pulling out what appeared to be a police badge. 
 
 `` I'm a cop,'' the man whispered to him. `` John Bernards, I'm undercover investigating a tip we got that this was a pot dealer's house'' 
 
 Immediately assuming the badge to be fake, Gil examined it. Surprise at its apparent legitimacy, he handed it back to the man who introduced himself as John. `` How many are in the next room?'' he questioned. 
 
 `` Just two,'' John responded, `` One of them is armed''. 
 
 `` Alright, let's move.'' Ready to shoot if needed, Gil pushed the next door open. `` Freeze! This is the Police! Drop any weapons!'' 
 
 The room he entered was almost empty, aside from two couches and a table. Two men sat at the couches playing cards, with a third hand lying nearby ( presumably John's ). As Gil entered the room both men stood up quickly. One drew a gun and cocked it, while the other reached into his pocket. He continued to take his hand out of his pocket, and proceeded to show Gil yet another badge. 
 
 `` George Williams, DEA. Do n't shoot'' Gil did n't trust him but as far as he could tell he was unarmed, and there was a clearly greater threat pointing a gun in his direction. 
 
 `` Hold on,'' the man with the gun said, dropping his gun and pulling out another badge that looked to be real, `` Is anyone here not an undercover cop?'' 
 
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 Check out my other work at /r/FindingNico523 
 
 I'm new to WP's so there are only a few now, but I plan to do them quite often. 

