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hope so. I'm bored out of my mind.
    Got any boyfriends yet?
    Go secure first!
     
    Nina Capushek
    "Yo, Nina!" Detective LT "Oozy" Fabruzzi
shouted out his door. "Grace me with your presence, will ya?"
    Nina shouted back without looking up from the
case files stacked ten deep on her desk. "Busy!"
    "C'mon, at least try to act like a
subordinate, will ya, fer Christ's sake, Nina? C'mon, I ain't got
all damn day!"
    Nina grinned, stood up, and walked into
Fabruzzi's office to the scattered applause from the other dicks in
the Detective pen:
    "Oooooh, look...Nina's being subordinate !"
    "Only till he shuts the door."
    "Hey Loot! Leave it open this time, will
ya?"
    Fabruzzi shook his head. "Shut up and get
back to work, alla you, be grateful you got a job this
economy!"
    He slammed the door on loud laughter.
    Nina leaned against the wall, arms crossed.
"So what now, boss? You got some more shit rolling downhill you
gonna dump on your favorite girl detective's desk? I think I'm
being discriminated against here...."
    "That's what you get for being my best
detective, Detective Capushek," Fabruzzi said, plopping down in his
chair with a groan of satisfaction. "Man, my fucking ass
hurts."
    "There's this thing, it's called a gym? You
get to go there free if you're a cop, you know, have that badge and
gun thing going on? You go to this gym thing, you can exercise,
ogle hot chicks in spandex, or guys, if that's your speed, no
offense, I don't care, don't know, don't ask, don't tell, you know,
Oozy?"
    "Fuck you, Nina. Why you always got to bust
my balls for?"
    "It's my job to remind you that you've got
some. It's on the duty roster. Go look."
    Fabruzzi laughed. "Crazy bitch. You got some
balls on you."
    "Yep."
    "No shit." He picked up a file. "You know the
Fed-ulas love you, Nina. Alla the time. You got DEA wants to kiss
your ass, the Feeble Bureaucratic and Incompetent, and now
ATF..."
    "Those guys should open a retail outlet.
Alcohol, tobacco, firearms...they'd make a killing."
    "Good one. Now. Back to this shit."
    "I've got enough shit on my desk, Oozy."
    "You'll like this! Explosives and shit."
    Nina sat down. "Okay, so what you got?"
    "See, I told you."
    Nina sighed. "What *we* got, Oozy?"
    "Here's a little something I didn't know. Did
you know that except for Kentucky and West Virginia, there are more
industrial explosives stolen in Wisconsin than in any other state
in the Union?"
    "No, I did not."
    "Fucking surprised the shit out of me.
Cheeseheads lose more heavy duty ordnance than anybody else in the
Upper Midwest. Anyway. There's some military grade shit gone
missing, and an ATF snitch claims he sold it to some guy here in
the City."
    "So why the fuck am I sitting here?"
    "ATF needs a street animal."
    "They've got a couple of their own."
    "Yeah, they do, and they're all tied up with
the bikers and the gun dealers. You'd think they'd have time to do
their own work..."
    "That's probably where that shit is right
now."
    "You'd think. But apparently this stuff went
to some nice white guy. No bad guy connections. Nothing on the
books except Clean White Citizen."
    "So go talk to Clean White Citizen."
    "He passed it on. And they don't quite know
to who or how."
    "And..."
    "They're throwing that Lone Wolf thing around
again."
    "Oh, fuck me. DHS too?"
    "They got their finger in that pie, along
with the Feebs. You got a good rep for finding that kind of shit,
when you're not killing suspects and shooting up city blocks like
Ramba, Return of the Eternal Fucking Warrior or some shit."
    "Gimme the file."
    Fabruzzi slid it across the desk. "And Nina?
I know it goes against your Lone Wolf nature, but this file got an
ATF body attached to it."
    Nina slid it back. "Then they don't need
me."
    "Actually they do. Check it out."
    Nina opened the file. An ATF business card
and a one-page briefing note: Special Agent Nicholas Le Fronte.
Ex-Special Forces, multiple combat tours in the Big Sandy, 5 years
with ATF mostly undercover in the Deep South doing