FAUCET OF SLOW RUNNING water overflowed — seeped from the sides of the bathtub into the water-trap hole on the floor — the water flow was streamlined in pinkish crimson at the outer ceramic surface. The bathroom floor was flooding a few inches — and gulley trap was clogged with hair strains and bits of human flesh...

"Sarge! Sarge, come over here — you got to see this!"

A voice signified in terror was calling inside a project neighbourhood. Sargent Roberta Jensen who was in charge of the Police Strike-force unit stared at where the uniformed cop was pointing. In the bathtub there were more than twenty fetids, decapitated, carrion heads of Black shemales bopping on the water — some were staring back with their eyes open...

Some were familiar faces too — whom Roberta knew in the streets who remunerated her good pay-offs to 'look the other side' and for also the provision of other tipoffs information — it was a lucrative practice which she had run like clockwork with the street gangs, started ever since her days as a beat-cop for her constant pecuniary collections — but now, that defrayal fortune had been obviated by the rival ethnic gangbangers from an outside state.

Roberta was quietly pissed when she led her Strike-force team away to the hallway of the Black gangbanger's squalid housing. She spoke privately to two of her trusted partners-in-crime...

"So the word I got is that, those outsiders, those motherfucking LA Chicanos have ripped off the Russian Oligarch's coke that was muled by these Niggers — and they also left a machete handiwork behind as a thank-you card. If the word gets out to the other Blacks gangs — it will be WW3, with the whole of Ohio's racial gang retaliation. That is before the word got out — but guys, with this intel — we can move in fast to counter it — and, we soon will know the location of the Oligarch's blow — then we can even score it for ourselves, so how about it guys?"

Roberta apprised, while she was still pissed by the loss of her begrime income — she was now thinking aloud and running her mouth for options for recovery of the revenue, until, Corporal Jamie, one of the Strike-force cop queried with doubt of that over-enthusiastic plot...

"You mean we now strike the Latinos families — this is crazy Sarge — just the three of us versus them freakin' Cartel reps in Ohio?"

"No, you moron!"

Roberta now whispered...

"...my sources have pointed out, that this is the doings of the LA spic Chicano named Hernando, a legendary guns-for-hire, who is also at top on the DEA's list of the most wanted. But, if we get Hernando first — we get the blow that he scored, from those bathtub Niggers over there."

"What? Now, we gonna hit the DEA's top of the watch-list suspect!!? Come on Sargent Jensen, this is the DEA here which you are talkin' about, don't you think that they will have eyes on him 24-7 — and also, how are we supposed to blind it? I reckon it will be full-blown Federal case in a matter of hours — with that Osborne's DEA jurisdiction seal and stamped on it?"

"Fuck that Osborne and her DEA twats!

"We will take control of matters from now in Columbus — and we go out there, and comb the streets for this Hernando and his beaner-bangers hired-guns — and then, we hit those fucking shemales really hard — to let them spics know that we are the law over here in Ohio...

"...if they wanna play hardball, then we have to hit them even harder, to make them obey our rules. If they wanna fucking conduct any business in our city — they will have to first pay us our cut upfront — or else, risk losing it all!

"Yes in here, in our very own fucking city — our Law is King!"