Devon is a good boy. He does what he’s told and he never got into trouble as a kid. When he became a police officer it was no surprise to his family, or the whole neighborhood really.
Today is his first day in narcotics. He took a special interest in this particular field when he found out that one of his best childhood friends had been dealing drugs. He tried to talk to him about it, but because Devon was always well off, and well taken care of Joe would just say “You don’t know what it’s like Devon, just get out of here, I don’t want you getting hurt.” Devon knew that Joe was a good kid, even at their age Devon had faith in people, and was drawn to help. When Joe was shot during a drug buy, their Junior year of college, that’s when Devon decided to become a cop.
Now he had seven years on the job and was finally going to be able to make a difference. He went straight into an undercover job, that’s why he was recruited in fact, he was once of the youngest officers with the most time on and they needed someone who was tough, but could pass for a believable “kid”. That’s what they called him at the station. It could have been because his last name was too hard for most of the guys to pronounce, or it could just be because he looked like a kid amongst all these old timers.
He got to the locker room and started pulling off his street clothes. Today he would be going in uniform, but not the one he was so used to wearing. Today his uniform was a pair of Sean John’s and Timberlands. He had to fit in. He had also grown some facial hair, a pitiful attempt but everyone said it was perfect for the job, it made him look grimy without making him look any older. He was going to be passing for an older college student looking to sell to the kids on campus. One of the largest distributors in the area had a very strong hold on the campus community.
The commute he had to take to his location was long, and today would be all about filling out paperwork, enrolling, so he grabbed a cup of coffee on campus and headed in to see the dean.
Devon had never finished out his college years and felt a little reproachful as he walked in to admissions and records. The dean had agreed to let him start a week into the term based on his phony transcripts showing his high marks and school participation. Devon could see the skepticism in the man’s eyes as he took in Devon’s outfit, but he sent him over to administration and records anyway.
It was half way through the semester and Devon had gotten in good with a few of the lower level dealers, it seemed that the main influx was coming from the fraternities, and rush week was long gone. If he wanted to get info he was going to have to do something drastic.
“Today?” Devon said, as he was being lead toward the back bungalows that had been abandoned since the new remodel last year. They were scheduled for demolition, but the whole campus was in an uproar, no one wanted class time to be interrupted by the work.
“You said you were desperate. I got you a meeting today. Just be cool and we’ll both get out of there alive.” Devon knew this kid wasn’t joking.
His supervisor had no idea about this, he wasn’t wired, not that he could have brought a wire in, but if they at least could have eyes on the meeting place.
It was now or never, Devon knew that. So he followed.
Inside the bungalow there were at least half a dozen men and a couple of women who served no purpose but to walk by wearing next to nothing and let the men whistle commands to them. Devon saw a couple of kids from around campus and he knew right away who the boss was. He was called “C’, why no one was completely sure, Devon knew his name was Arnold. But the whole force had been on this guys trail for almost a decade now; he had been the one who pulled the trigger on Joe. Devon had to see this through.
“Sit down kid.” C wasn’t the one talking, but his look told Devon to listen.
"I just want to get in on this action, Tommy here said you were the men to talk to.” Devon hadn’t had time to prepare so he came off seeming a little scared, not his original plan, but it just might pull this thing off.
“C don’t just let any old white boy sell his dope. What makes you think C can trust you?” Once again it was the minion that spoke.
“Oh, you can trust me C, I just need this cash real bad.” He knew he was sounding desperate, he felt desperate. Hopefully it would make him seem legit.
“Fine.” This time the word came out of C. It startled Devon, but he tried to keep his cool.
“Cool man, I just want a few dime bags for now, I ain’t lookin’ for the big time, just a little extra cash is all.” He just wanted to get the hell out of there and report to his superiors. They’d have C in custody soon, Joe’s murderer locked up.
“Sure. Just let’s make sure you like the product first.”
“On, no man, I trust you.”
“I insist. I don’t want some bimbo O.Ding and my shit getting blamed for it. Just try a bit and we’ll talk price.”
Devon didn’t expect this.
“Come on man, what are you waiting for? Just try some of the shit and lets go.” His friend was freaking out now, Devon was still trying to figure the whole thing out.
“Nah, you know I have a paper due, I can’t be all messed up.”
“Dude! What the fuck? You trying to get us killed?” This time he whispered, but Devon saw a couple of the guys inch closer to C, C just waved his hand in the air and they stopped where they were.
Devon knew what this meant. He wouldn’t be leaving there tonight if he didn’t do what they said. If he exposed himself now, the bust would be lost and he just might get himself killed, if these men were willing to become cop killers. Devon thought they looked like they were. But if he did this he’d be ruined. That was why they never went in unprepared, without backup.
He stepped forward. All he could think of was the look in Joe’s eyes every time he used. He drew out his gun (it was an oversight on their part, they didn’t expect some nervous college kid to be packing), C was the first one he hit, he managed to get two more before he was hit himself, the last three had run for cover, or to get their guns. Devon finished off his clip and as he went to reload the last person standing shot Devon in the head.
The whole community was in shock. They had lost one of their own, one of the most honorable men they had ever known. He was given a hero’s funeral. Witnesses came forward and more and more people came out to testify, now that C was gone. Only Joe’s mother held the truth. A letter from Devon before he went under cover.
I’ll get him for what he did to Joe, he will pay.
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