<strong>Name:</strong>Angelina “La Operadora” Calderon<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>"Casual" when visiting Fernando. (https://i.imgur.com/J4UTFjw.png) 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>(What your character is currently doing. If post include a lot of activities, be general in this section.)<br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong>Threat of nonconsensual sex. Homophobic slurs.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/yeOdQ5n.png)</div><div align="center"><strong>Last week...</strong></div><br/>Angelina Calderon parked her WRX in front of her best friend Fernando’s house. She wasn’t sure exactly<em>why</em>he was calling her, but she was happy that she could finally see him and have nothing to worry about. She was about to ring the doorbell when the familiar sound of tires screeching behind her. “Fucking Five-Oh,” she muttered to herself as two cops, one white and the other Latino, stepped out of the prowler at the same time Fernando opened the door.<br/><br/>“Oh ho, look who it is!” Angelina heard a very familiar voice and turned to see the barely familiar face that owned that voice. “Get in,<acronym title="girl">chica</acronym>,” officer Benito Aceveda said. “We’ll all talk.”<br/><br/>Fernando had a death glare for his two guests having the audacity to show up right when Angelina did but he merely opened the door for all of them to come in. Fernando closed the door. “What’s going on Freddy? You got a girl now?” the white cop said with a grin. “Don’t tell me the only Mexican faggot I know is going straight on me, holmes!”<br/><br/>“Nah nah, it’s not like that!” Aceveda said with a laugh. “This here’s Angelina Calderon. You remember me, don’t you Angelina?” Angelina said nothing. “That’s it? No love, mami? No ‘Hello, it’s so good to see you again.” Angelina still said nothing. “I guess you don’t remember me. I remember you really well, though.” He turned to his partner. “You know she was my second bust? Fourteen years ago. I remember because I just had to do some pension BS recently. Let me tell you, a fucking story that was.” He turned to Angelina with a grin. “Want me to tell it or should you?”<br/><br/>Angelina crossed her arms. “I’m sure you’ll tell it way better than me Officer Aceveda.”<br/><br/>“It’s<em>Sergeant</em>Aceveda now.”<br/><br/>“Congratulations.”<br/><br/>“<acronym title="Thank you">Gracias</acronym>. Anyway, I get a 503 in the vicinity of Avalon. Thirty seconds after I get the call I see this adorable little girl sitting in the driver’s seat of a fucking<em>Escalade</em>. She was sitting on cushions too because she was able to see over the steering wheel. Hit the lights, pull the little girl over. Get to the window…”<br/><br/>Aceveda dropped his voice. “‘Good afternoon, ma’am. What grade are you in?’” Aceveda did his best imitation of a cute little girl. “‘Fifth, officer.’ ‘And what is a fifth grader doing in a stolen vehicle, ma’am?’ And, I shit you not, this is what I get back. ‘This is my mama’s car! It’s okay for me to drive it because she owns it right?’” Aceveda and his partner started cracking up and even Angelina had to crack a smile.<br/><br/>“You know, I told you when I hauled you downtown you ought to stay on the straight and narrow otherwise a pretty girl like her would find herself in juvie. They don’t do good things to pretty girls in juvie. Guess you didn’t follow my advice huh?” Aceveda laughed and turned to his partner. “Her cousin’s a Byz Lat in San Quentin doing ten to twenty. I know because I put him there.” He turned back to Angelina. “Heard you got sent to Folsom a few years back. Armed robbery?”<br/><br/>“You heard right. I’m out now though.”<br/><br/>“I can see that. Anyway, good catching up with you Angelina.” Aceveda turned to Fernando. “But I’m not here to play catch up with your beard, Fernando. You know what I’m here for.”<br/><br/>Fernando looked even angrier but he walked over to his mother’s old recliner, lifted it up, and took a stack of bills duct taped to the bottom of it, ripped it off, and shoved it towards Aceveda. “Here.”<br/><br/>Aceveda jerked his head to his partner who took the money and counted it. “What about the stuff?” the white boy asked before he handed it off to Aceveda.<br/><br/>“Decided not to deal with the stuff no more. That’s why there’s a little extra in there.”<br/><br/>Aceveda clicked his tongue. “Care to tell me what the deal is?”<br/><br/>“Your buddies in the force are looking too hard into that business so I moved my money to other investments.”<br/><br/>“<acronym title="Whores">Putas</acronym>huh? I swear I see more<acronym title="homosexuals">maricons</acronym>investing in whores than I would have ever thought. Same with haircutting and fashion. Weird how that works out huh?” Fernando shrugged. “Well, so long as you make up for it I guess we’re alright with it.” Aceveda grinned at Angelina. “You got yourself quite an earner right there.” His eyes went up and down Angelina’s body. “What with that<acronym title="booty">nalga</acronym>I bet you could make bank.” If looks could kill, Angelina’s would have ripped Aceveda’s heart out of his chest cavity and punted it forty yards.<br/><br/>That only seemed to embolden Aceveda more. He took a step towards Angelina with a sleazy grin on his face. “I could always take my cut in trade. Not from Angelina though. Don’t want her violating her parole. Oh wait. Fraternizing with known felons<em>is</em>a violation of her parole. Maybe I should give…”<br/><br/>“I’m free to see who I want when I want without any of you pigs having to worry about it. As of two days ago, I’m not on parole anymore.”<br/><br/>“Congratulations.”<br/><br/>“Gracias. And if you want to see me work, I got my mechanic’s license while I was inside. I work at that shop on Avalon, actually. Come on by.” Angelina stared at him. “I’ll give you a free tune up.”<br/><br/>Aceveda cracked up at that. “You still got balls Angelina, I’ll give you that.” He lightly tapped Angelina’s shoulder with the wad of cash. "Anyway, time to head out. Good seeing you as always Fernando and good seeing you again Angelina. Here take my business card in case you're ever looking to 'help out' your maricon buddy here with his business. I'd pay your rate gladly” He handed her his business card before he and his partner turned to go. But then he stopped and turned around.<br/><br/>“One more word of advice, Angelina. You ought to stay on the straight and narrow otherwise a pretty girl like you will find herself in Folsom. They don’t do good things to pretty girls in Folsom. But you already knew that didn’t you?” With an uproarious laugh, the corrupt pig and his suckling partner left Fernando’s house, politely closing the door behind them.<br/><br/>Angelina found herself breathing through her nose like an angry bull ready to charge. “What the<em>fuck</em>was that about, Fernando?”<br/><br/>“Why that was just fine men of the cloth preaching the good word door to door.” Fernando snorted. “What the fuck do you think that was?<acronym title="Pigs">Polis</acronym>that I borrowed money from two months ago to kickstart these investments I’ve been making.”<br/><br/>“You borrowed money from poli?” Angelina said, incredulously.<br/><br/>“I wanted to ask Wells Fargo but they frown on investments in cocaine and whores. ‘Sides when the Byz Lats fell so did the gang with the best vig available. Now it’s basically the cops or some other bitches with twice the rate.”<br/><br/>“You know why the cops can charge that kinda vig? Cause all the dickheads in the<acronym title="neighborhood">barrio</acronym>can do is shoot you. The cops can fuck you in so many ways<em>and</em>get away with it clean cause they’re cops.” She pressed her finger against Fernando’s temple. “<acronym title="You don’t have anything in here!">Usted no tiene nada aqui!</acronym>”<br/><br/>“Actually, that’s why you’re here. You ever hear of Cop Lyft?” Angelina shook her head. “The gang of poli that Acevda is in got a sweet racket. You pay them enough money they’ll pick you up from the airport or the hotel or whatever and drive you anywhere you want, police escort and all. The motherfuckers even got their own business cards.”<br/><br/>Angelina raised an eyebrow. “No shit.”<br/><br/>“Yes shit. And I got the details on their next pickup. If you make a big splash and call the TV stations right before, you can rip them off and make it so the whole crew eventually gets rolled up. Don’t have to worry about my debt after that. Byz Lats don’t have the expertise for this but I think you know people who do. Do it and I’ll give you a third of what I owe Aceveda.” Fernando smiled at her. “Interested?”<br/><br/>A grin came to Angelina’s face. “<em>Very</em>interested. I got that Race Wars thing coming up. I know somebody who’s going that I think can get a full crew together.”<br/><br/>“Oh yeah, shit that Race thing. You think you can handle two things at once?”<br/><br/>Angelina bent Aceveda’s business card in her hand. “For this Aceveda fuck? I<em>know</em>I can.”<br/><hr/><div align="center"><strong>Now...</strong></div><br/>“So we're all clear with the plan?” Angelina said as she drove her potential crew to The Job.<br/><br/>“We're all clear," Linh said. "Everyone gets it. Plus the plan's got balls. Hit the cops like this and they’ll be pissing their pants for months.”<br/><br/>“We got the hardware in the other van,” Devone said. “I got a guy. It's clean, it's heavy and I got incendiary rounds to make things even more hardcore.”<br/><br/>“Damn girl,” Liz exclaimed. “Who do you know around here that get incendiary rounds?”<br/><br/>“I told you. A guy,” Devone said. “Any trouble getting the van, Angelina?”<br/><br/>Angelina grinned. “Devone, I’m gonna pretend you didn’t ask that for the sake of our friendship.”<br/><br/>“And I’ll the TV cameras will show up before the other cops do," Liz said. A little fuck you to the police from the four of us.”<br/><br/><em>And Fernando</em>, Angelina thought.<br/><br/>“Just a warning ladies, this is gonna be heavy,” Linh said. “If anything goes down...Let me put it this way. Have any of you ever killed anybody?”<br/><br/>“I hurt somebody’s feelings once,” Angelina said as she pulled into the gas station. All the women laughed. “Anyone want to step out into the horrible heat while I refill?”<br/><br/>Devone volunteered and the two of them chatted about ‘normal’ shit until…” “Angelina. See that guy over there?” Angelina gave her a quizzical look. “Hot white boy. Your ten o’clock, girl.”<br/><br/>Angelina saw him chatting up the attendant. He<em>was</em>hot for sure. Maybe a racer? This was one of the few places where one could easily get high octane and it always did a brisk business during Race Wars...at least from those in the know. Or maybe he was just a guy who was friendly as he was fine.<br/><br/>“Get your mind out of the gutter Dee,” Angelina said as she slid her credit card in and out of the pump. “Besides, I still got a squeeze in Folsom. She’s getting out in six months too.”<br/><br/>“Don’t tell me things have been that lonely in the past four years that you haven’t hit some.”<br/><br/>That was true enough but with Aledia so close to getting out… Angelina made eye contact with the guy long enough to feel embarrassed and turned away. “Get your head in the game, man. Besides,” she said as she pulled the pump out of it’s cradle and into the gas tank. “Remember the last time a white boy was good as a chica? Me, neither.” The two laughed and went back to their conversation paying no more attention to the guy as he got in his fine looking MR2 and drove away.