Drillmington: The Whole Entire Culture

Pyrotechnics always hyped TSL. The heat expressed through the throaty machines brought about a sense of excitement in him. He kept going with his many compositions on stage. He never hesitated once, even with guest appearances.

After the show he took some liquid cocaine. He could feel the jolt of the drug course through his system. He didn’t experience any problems with it like hallucinations or anything of that sort. He just got his head right. The coke coursed through his system and he felt charged.

“We’ve got to go,” Julisia said. She motioned towards her smartphone. TSL knew what time it was. They didn’t have capes and masks. But they had phones and tactical gear and a vehicle.

This particular case occurred on West Third Street. It was an act of fraud with the money system.

“Alright, they’ve officially brought Nigeria to the States with an International twist…they’re using crypto,” Julisia mentioned.

“How are they using digital currency to flip it?”

“They’re parking it in various accounts and attempting to wash it in the electronic atmosphere,” she replied.

“Alright we have this then. We send a small camera over there and see what is going to happen,” TSL asserted.

They both traveled with intensity and prowess. They had weapons on them just in case they didn’t get out in time. They called the police and the FBI.

“We’ve got them altogether at this moment,” she said. Julisia donned the facemask while TSL stayed on the line with the cops.

The fraudsters sat in a clean room with six laptops and about a dozen phones.

“Look, they’re taking the codes. It will take about two minutes for the currencies to transfer,” Julisia said. “All we have to do is wait for the cops to get here.” Of course it wouldn’t be that simple.

A car rolled up behind the transformed tactical Lightray. It idled the motor for about ten minutes…waiting…lurking.

“We can see into the building and—”

A pistol waved in front of Julisia’s face. She quickly knocked it out of the would be assailant’s hands. Then, She grabbed the gun and called for TSL to bring the car around.

“Manny! Go around! It’s Ju’!”

The Goulding’s six hundred horses screamed down the street. The camera in the air captured the fraudsters scurried like rats in a race and jetted out of the building. Fortunately, the authorities had already reached the scene.

Julisia trained her weapon on the would-be assailant.

“You’re not going anywhere, goddamnit,” she said with gritted teeth.

Officers and special agents swept from behind her. She ensured that the safety still remained engaged. TSL hopped out of the car and embraced Julisia.

“I’m alright, I’m alright.” She let go of their embrace.

Back at the luxury apartment they considered something.

“Is this worth it?” TSL asked.

“We made $250,000 tonight.”

“I know we can get paid, but is it worth it to go through all of this just to be snitches?”

“The whole entire culture okay most of it is focused on being quiet, not reporting, not informing. We’re bucking the trend completely. We’re doing it for the money, of course, but we’re going to bring down the awful lowlifes, too.”

“I just want you to be aware of your safety. If I hadn't called the authorities….”

“Don’t worry about me. We’re out here together getting this money doing these shows. And putting away scumbags.”

TSL rubbed his head. “I’ll make sure you’re not going to be harmed if I have anything to do with it.”

Julisia sighed. “Don’t worry about me. Worry about your career.”

“I see you.”