The Political Heist

2. Corruption.

(noun: corruption; plural noun: corruptions
dishonest or fraudulent conduct by those in power, typically involving bribery.)

As Derek Jackson drove his squad car through the city's main highway, listening to oldies made him feel nostalgia about his years as a twenty-something year old. He yearned for the days when he was so full of energy and life, the days when everyday was an adventure. Truth be told, he signed up to be a cop so that he could feel an adrenaline rush as often as possible. And he hadn't been disappointed yet.

As a black law enforcement officer it already was hard for him to earn the respect of both his coworkers and the general public. With his coworkers being predominantly white and the public having a perceived notion that the justice system is biased, one would have assumed that he was way in over his head. However, Derek's commanding character and his towering presence were enough to prove one wrong. Not to mention the fact that he was a master of charm and could easily get what he wanted. Whether it meant he had to kiss a few baby's cheeks after an incident or buy the entire police department a box of jelly donuts, Derek did what he could to get on everyone's good side.

As he continued his drive, N.W.A.'s legendary song 'f*%# The Police' started playing on the radio at which Derek smiled and began to chuckle because of the irony. Hell, he would have been a major groupie had he lived in Compton. As a young black male in America, he wasn't necessarily regarded as worth more than the dirt he walked on. He didn't grow up in the best neighborhood so he had his fair share of injustice. What's interesting though, is the fact that he didn't have a squeaky clean record. He grew up in the wake of gun violence and street hustling so he was no stranger to the tales, having starred in some of his own, too.
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Hearts beating wild at the thought of being caught whilst trying to make their delivery, Derek and his gang stealthily made their way down the block and into an alley that lead to a concealed entrance in a minivan. "Yo, we have five minutes to finish this drop before the sirens start coming after us, ayt. Leroy, you be the lookout. Jerome and Zeke, you're with me."

Jerome and Zeke nodded in agreement and began to scramble out of the back doors of the minivan as Leroy who had been the driver decided to air out his thoughts. "Dammit D, did Sammy really need us to move this much weight tonight? It ups the chances of us getting caught!"

"Look man, I don't make the orders, I just follow them. Besides, he's promising a lot of dough if we pull through. Money which we all need. So quit whining and put those big ass eyes to work."

Having no choice, Leroy did his job as Derek made his way out of the passenger seat.

The cover their drug cartel used to shift cocaine by the load was cleverly disguised as a washing powder packaging factory called Sudz with limited access, and the weights were bought by drug dealers who bought a standard packet of the 'powder' and resized it individually to be sold for their own mark up. Inside the factory, a crew worked double time to account for the money earned from supplying the drug and hide it too in the event of a raid. Each member of the crew that worked on the main floor wore a sky blue t-shirt that said Sudz in bold print, and a pair of black denims.