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Trooper Station: Saturday
Vic Morretti, the last honest cop in Fandom sat at her desk as the sound of raindrops hit the windows like the soft patter of morse code being sent from a beatnik on LSD.
She let out a long sigh. It was a tough beat to walk in Fandom. The only thing that kept her going was the nine slugs she had. Six were the lead bullets she kept in her revolver and the other three was the rotgut she kept hidden in her desk drawer.
She pulled on her shoulder holster, put her badge on her belt. "Mount up, Ralph. Time to bust some heads."
She let out a long sigh. It was a tough beat to walk in Fandom. The only thing that kept her going was the nine slugs she had. Six were the lead bullets she kept in her revolver and the other three was the rotgut she kept hidden in her desk drawer.
She pulled on her shoulder holster, put her badge on her belt. "Mount up, Ralph. Time to bust some heads."

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"Dinah Lance. P.I.," she introduced herself, holding out her ID for anyone to see who was looking. "I'm here on the case of the Black Canary."
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Vic then sneered at Dinah.
"Or should I call you a flat chest?"
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At least when the blood hits the fan, Moretti can't say I didn't try. But I had a feeling she'd be looking for a way to hang me out to dry, if I didn't stay out of her face.
Time to get gone.