Drillmington: Symmetric Face

The Starlight, in complete tactical mode, slowed to the church. Julisia pulled out her phone.

“Yes, there’s about six of them milling about, talking in hushed tones. I don’t see any weapons of any kind.”

TSL used night vision goggles.

“They may have something on them.”

Julisia powered up her own.

“Ahh…I’m seeing some hardware. I’m calling them back.”

Then, a figure lurked right behind the vehicle.

Top Shelf, in full combat gear, got out of the car and approached the figure with his gun drawn.

“Turn around slowly.”

The figure next looked at the masked TSL.

It was one of the young people who had waited backstage at the concert to get an autograph. The young man could barely decipher the man with the tactical gear, but he noticed his blue slate eyes and fair skin. The boy took off running. Julisia was out of that car, too.

“Should I blast him?”

“No! He noticed me…I think. Let’s wait until police get here and then roll out.”

“Roger that.”

Once the cops came, the crimestoppers extraordinaire weighed what just happened.

“If he goes on social media, he’ll blow our cover. Everything will go to hell.”

“You had a ski mask,” Julisia reassured.

“Still. He would have recognized my height and build. Goddamnit! There is no God but please God don’t let me see the trending, “Rapper TSL in Bed with the Feds.”

Julisia rubbed his back. “It’ll be fine. Once we see the vandals who started smashing the stained glass windows, that’s going to rule the news cycle. Nobody will even know it’s us. We’re going to get our deposit and move onto the next tour date and consider this all a dark fantasy.”

TSL fumed less but still had a bit of ire rising up in his throat. He wanted to make sure that the young man would not hit any social network. But how? How could he ensure that the young man never caught wind of what he was doing?

They arrived at the apartment and the Goulding transformed into the luxury vehicle again. The couple looked down at their phones. No sign of any trending topics related to TSL’s career as a drill rapper coming to a spectacular halt. TSL breathed. He spent most of his time updating his feeds and walls and posts. He breathed again. The way the news traveled so fast, he could sense that he would be okay with Julisia by his side.

It was rather ironic. Instead of shielding themselves from a private life of crime, the duo was committed to helping to cease the various crimes of especially evil, human trafficking, gang activity, and police impropriety. Never did they want to be caught, though the idea of it happening certainly occurred to them.

“Look, Top, we’ve got this. We’re so in the clear that there is nothing going to stop us. For the vandals, We each got ninety stacks! That’s always going to be our business. Our ability to keep on driving home the point of what it means to be a citizen who helps stop these crimes, that’s going to be a most valuable goal.”

TSL looked at Julisia for a long time. He noticed her brown skin and her hair and her symmetric face. He leaned and kissed her neck.

“You’re right, Ju. This money we make from the music and the money we make for the authorities is going to sustain us. I’m getting near the point that after I go national and global, I’m fully committing my time to law enforcement. That's on my sister and my nephew’s name.”