<strong>Name:</strong>Angelina “La Operadora” Calderon<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>A bad ass outift on her way to the Job. (https://i.imgur.com/vUUTbEF.png)<br/><strong>Current Vehicle:</strong>Subaru WRX<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Nighttime<br/><strong>Location:</strong>A friend's house/A car<br/><strong>Activity:</strong>Robbing corrupt cops. Then being chased by other cops.<br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong>Violence.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/yeOdQ5n.png)</div>The plan was perfect. There was a reason Linh had been as big of a deal as she was before her (now secretly ended) retirement as a stick-up woman and the plan proved it. Angelina had done her part before the job, of course. The stolen vans with clean swapped plates, the getaway routes for the women to their cars. Modifying the vans to be bullet resistant, just in case. Even for a woman who boosted her first car when she was ten and who stuck her first glock in the face of a dope dealer when she was thirteen it felt like something new. Something...professional.<br/><br/>“Ready for this shit?” Angelina said behind her to Liz. The middle aged blonde lesbian club owner was normally nothing that resembled the kind of woman who woud rob a kingpin and his corrupt cop escort. Which made her transformation into the hard looking bad ass even more amazing. Angelina turned to the isolated street they knew the “Cop Lyft” not following too close. Yet.<br/><br/>“Ready as I’ll ever be.” Liz craned her neck. “Looks like they’re in position.”<br/><br/>Angelina grinned. “Let’s bang out.” The Interceptor braked hard in response to the van in front of it doing the same. Angelina rammed the pig-mobile hard enough to pop the back trunk. She and Liz pulled their bandanas up over their mouths, grabbed their shotguns, then stepped out.<br/><br/>“Freeze you fuckers!” Liz screamed as Devone and Linh got out of the front van.<br/><br/>Devone started smashing the rear window with the butt of her shotgun until it cracked. “Wow, this is really well made.” she said before she pointed the gun at the cowering white boy in the rear. “Afternoon, my little ham hocks. Now give us the shit!” Angelina wished that her face wasn’t showing as she covered the cop in the passenger seat, one<del>Officer</del>Sergeant Benito Aceveda practically pissing himself. Not because she wanted Aceveda to recognized her but because she wanted him to know how much she was enjoying herself.<br/><br/>Linh climbed on the roof of the car and brought down a sledge on the, also well made, windshield. “<em>Give her the fucking shit!</em>” she screamed in such a frightening voice that even Angleina didn’t think she could have possessed. “<em>Give her the fucking shit!</em>” The sledge spidered the glass even worse.<br/><br/>“Give them the shit!” shouted Aceveda. “Do it!” The well dressed white boy, shaking, pulled a box from under his coat and shoved it to Liz who took it.<br/><br/>Angelina didn’t need to consider whether or not everything was working out the way it should. And so she knew she could do this part. “Now the money!” She said getting closer to Aceveda.<br/><br/>“There’s no money!” Aceveda retorted.<br/><br/>“Give up the money!” Angelina shouted back.<br/><br/>Another hit from the sledge shattered what was left of the windshield and Linh ripped it off. She squatted and pulled her Desert Eagle out from the back of her jeans and pressed it against the white cop’s face. “<em>Give us the money!</em><br/><br/>Not wanting to be left out of the fun, Angelina shoved her own shotgun against Aceveda’s cheek. “<em>Give us the fucking money pork chop!</em>” The slimy cops and their client weren’t exactly made of steel to begin with and four women with weapons completely surrounding them and aggressively threatening them with weapons was enough to break what little resistance they had left. A large manilla envelope was finally produced and handed to Liz.<br/><br/>In a way Angelina was almost sad that it was all over. “Do you know who I am?!” shrieked Acevda from his wrecked cop car. “<em>Do you sluts know who the FUCK I am!</em>”<br/><br/>Angelina never expected anything from Aceveda besides violence, cruelty, and exploitation. But now he gave her an opportunity to have more fun. She reached through the open car window, ripped off his badge, and stuck it in his face.<br/><br/>“We do now, you motherfucker.” Angelina tucked the badge in her back pocket before firing her big shotgun at one of the tires. Sure enough, Devone’s incendiary rounds set the tire ablaze. The other three women followed suit. If they weren’t sure that the severely smashed up Interceptor was going to be able to pursue them, the flaming wheels sealed the deal. Angelina ran to the other side of the car and jumped into the lead van, waited until all four women were loaded up, then took off. The sight of Aceveda, his little lackey, and his hapless client spilling their asses out of the Interceptor and on to the pavement was enough to make her crack up.<br/><br/>“Woo! That’s how we do it people!” Angelina shouted as she noticed a local news van speeding to the street they had just left. There was triumphant laughter and back slaps as Angelina took a few backroads until finally getting to the isolated parking lot. “Let’s break.” And, according to plan, they did. Angelina jumped into her WRX, with a set of clean plates she had gotten from Fernando, with Devone.<br/><br/>“I think we got away clean.” Devone said. “Gotta say, happy that Linh’s plan worked out, man.”<br/><br/>“I just wonder how much I can get for this thing,” Angelina said as she tossed the badge on her dashboard. They laughed before Devone took it and put it in the glove box.<br/><br/>“Easy,” Devone said as they got into traffic. “Last thing we want is to get pulled over for running a red light or something.”<br/><br/>“Am I an asshole? Come on.” Angelina and Devone chuckled at that. “But you know what they say.” Angelina turned on the police scanner. It was already alive with reports of the burning Interceptor and a search for the vans they had already abandoned. “You can never be too careful, huh?” It would be less than ten minutes of casual chatting, especially about what they would do with their cut, when it became Angelina spoke too soon.<br/><br/>“One-Alpha-Three to Base,” came a voice from the police scanner as Angelina rolled to a stop at a red light. “Confirm, license plate Yankee-Tango-Tree-Zulu-Alpha-Two as a possible stolen vehicle.” Angelina saw a Ford Interceptor, just like the ones had smashed up, robbed, and set on fire just minutes ago, staring at her on the opposite side of the intersection. Watching. Waiting. “Suspect vehicle is a red late model Subaru WRX.”<br/><br/>“Angelina? You said these plates were clean.” Devone looked at the same cop car that Angelina was. “Fuck, is that…”<br/><br/>“I’m gonna skin that<strong><em>maricone</em></strong>alive!” Angelina swore under her breath. The light turned green. The WRX’s engine roared as it burst forth in low gear. In response the Interceptor’s lights screamed. Angelina and Devone were pressed back into their seats as the WRX shot forward with the Interceptor banging a tight U-ey to follow.<br/><br/>“Fuck. Fuck fuck<em>fuck</em>!” Devone said. “What are we gonna do now, man? What are…”<br/><br/>“Shut up and put the radio to station 101.3.” Devone stared at Angelina. “<em>Do it!</em>” The radio came alive. The baseball game, the last in a series between bitter rivals, was in its last out. Even from the broadcast it was clear how intense the crowd was becoming. Angelina suddenly cut a hard left, nearly colliding with an oncoming car which blasted its horn at her. Unfortunately, Officer Baconfat was better than most of his peers as he expertly cut past the braked civilian car to keep up his pursuit.<br/><br/>“We do the backup plan. We need to lose this guy and get to the stadium.” Angelina dropped a gear as she cut between two cars. “The place is total chaos right now. We get there, find a spot, then you take one of the two baseball caps in the glove compartment and go the opposite way I do.”<br/><br/>“Base to One-Alpha-Three. Air support is on route to your Twenty. Stand by,” the police scanner said as her pursuer managed to weave his own way through the civilian traffic.<br/><br/>“Well that’s good but first things first. You gotta lose that fucker otherwise we got a bird on us and there ain't no way we're getting out of this shit.”<br/><br/>“I know,” Angelina said. In all her years of doing this she had never been this close to being caught or needed to really reach into her bag of tricks that she had long practiced and even fantasized about having to do. Only this wasn’t like the movies. This was real life. And real life was gaining on her with no easy way to lose it in the traffic...