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disguise, sterilized the apartment, and made his way to the convenience store two blocks away to call a taxi. The taxi then took him to his next apartment, which he worked out of on the other side of the Bronx, where he followed and kept track of James Rashad and his partner when they worked their patrol shift. He turned on the old TV and waited in the small roach-infested apartment, located above a liquor store owned by an old Korean couple. The two officers would be on shift, go through their briefing, and out on the street within the hour.
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    IT was two hours later when the two passed by an older, shabbier part of town and a figure in black emerged from an alley shortly after they passed. He moved slowly, carefully, and silently in the shadows as they went down the street. They turned a corner and he dashed down an alley, knowing where Rashad was headed. He pulled his digicam from his pack as he rushed to get ahead of them.
    DEA Special Agent Juan Atencio and his partner Felix User, watching from their darkened stakeout apartment with night vision devices, were perplexed as they saw the shadowy figure coming down the alley. Juan tapped NYPD Detective Sergeant Brad Pitt and Detective Dominic Fernella, working the joint operation with the feds, and pointed out the black-clad figure who had just sneaked silently down the alleyway, near an Econoline van. There were officers hiding and watching from several locations, and now some of the eyes were on the unsuspecting master hit man.
    Raphael “Stinky” Navarro was a member of the Crips gang, which was quite obvious by his oversized North Carolina jersey and shorts, dark blue kerchief, and blue baseball hat, brim turned off to one side and covering the blue head wrap. He sat in the confines of the white Econoline panel van with darkened windows. He did not know that several snitches had told DEA officers and NYPD narcs that he would be making a major sale tonight. In actuality, he would be delivering to Officer James Rashad what the man demanded from him this night. He had been busted by Rashad one night with one full kilo of pure crank, speed, dextra-amphetamine, but instead of arresting him Rashad turned him into a snitch. For four months Rashad essentially intimidated Stinky into working for him, under threat of arrest. After finding out that his gang of Crips had secured some sophisticated weapons and explosives, James ordered him to secure the package he wanted on this night. It weighed thirty-five pounds and was something James Rashad wanted very badly when he learned about the weapons heist the street punks had pulled off.
    The two DEA agents in charge and the two senior detectives had videotaped Stinky earlier when he placed the duffel bag in the van. It was obvious there was some sort of rectangular-shaped container or box in it, and they figured it was a giant stash of drugs.
    Gerome Alexander and his senior partner were approaching the corner near the van, and as before, he already knew his place. James had a snitch he would meet with who would roll over on his gang members and other petty criminals. This night the senior black officer had confided in his junior partner that he was picking up a packet of drugs that he could not even look at but had been ordered to secretly turn in to a contact at the DEA, who wanted to fingerprint every inch of the package, which would be inside a duffel bag. James had told Gerome that he had a car coming to get the duffel bag a half hour after the pickup.
    Gerome Alexander was an honest cop but a bit of a jerk, who had been a nerd all through high school. Bespectacled and not really looking like someone you would consider a beat cop, he had the highest resisting-arrest bust rate in the precinct, which made the seasoned veterans disrespect him. They knew most of his perps with black eyes and puffed lips had received those after being cuffed. James Rashad, the large, well-muscled black officer, had always treated his partner