How I imagine getting caught:
ME: Oh God, please don't hurt me. No, please I'll do anything, I'll talk...Raz said it was cool.
FEDS: Hold on there rookie, don't burn that nipple off yet...Did that piece of shit just say Raz?
ME: Yuh--yes I did sir. *sobbing*
FEDS: Oh, ok. *shoots me in the head*
ROOKIE: So who's this...Raz?
FED: Raz Gueado. He's cousin-by-law to an SAIC for Port Security, LA office.
ROOKIE: Think we should have checked with him before offing this Maduro guy?
FED: Nah, he hates Raz's guts, but he can't touch him. So he told us to shoot anyone who invokes Raz's name.
ROOKIE: Well sir, you should have let me do it. Your beautiful hands shouldn't have been defiled by the blood of this traitor.
FED: You're too kind to me, Rookie. But I needed to do this for ME. I needed to feel alive again! Like before they took Debra away.
ROOKIE: Hush *holds onto FED as he starts to cry* You'll be okay now, sir. You have me.
FED: Thank god for hug buddies like you, Rookie. I wish I had more men like you on the force. At least 2 more... *unzips pants*.
