The Stranger needed money and needed it badly what for is no ones business. His partner had just taken out two cops last week, not killed them just relieved them of their firearms and badges, needless to say the New York City Police had their panties in a bunch, but they had no leads and would not get any either the strangers partner was good, he did not make mistakes, neither did the stranger which is why neither of the two of them had served any time... yet.

The strangers partner had an idea, a brilliant one at that, steal from other criminals, he thought other criminals could not go to the police so that eliminated a big problem, plus New York city cops were crooked as hell, most everyone knew this.

So they decided to play cop, use the badges to rip off dealers, loan sharks, illegal card games, houses of prostitution any place that did a huge cash business. So using the Detective specials { a short barreled .38} and the badges they went after their first mark, a Black dealer in the Bronx that they had heard about, they did the preliminary scout work through some small bribes and some strong arm work and located the main house, where the heroin was brought to in its purest form, around 90% pure then cut drastically with baby laxative and quinine till it was around 3% heroin and ready to sell on the street. They knew they could not stake the place out due to their skin color, they would be spotted damn fast and the word would go out two "white boys" probably cops were in the area, things would shut down fast if that happened, so they played it smart and had a street junkie do the scouting for them with the promise of a junkies dream, lots of heroin for free. The call came, the delivery had come. The stranger and his partner were off and running, you could smell the nerveousness in the air, both these men trusted each other with their lives many time in the past and would be trusting each other again, both knew the other would pull the trigger if needed so no worries about that. They grabbed the first junkie going into the building and used her to knock on the door, she was scared, the stranger told her, just knock and get them to open the door, then run when we go in, she quaked at the thought but the .38 jammed in her back was a powerful persuader. The door opened and the stranger and his partner started screaming, police at the top of their lungs, no body move waving the .38's around, the three people in the room froze, one man started to move and the strangers partner cocked his .38 and said breath and you die, the man became like a statue, "everyone up against the wall" the stranger shouted, they complied with the broken movements of people that had been arrested before. The stranger asked "whos home is this" he got his answer and said "you are going down for along time , there must be 3 pounds of heroin here" The man whos apartment it was said " come on man can't we work something out"? This is what the stranger had been waiting for, he said slowly, " I think we can " But I gotta take the dope" The man said "take it man just leave something for us to fix with", The stranger said "sure" and dipped out about a tablespoon, left it and slowly backed out of the joint.

Back at home the stranger and his partner were laughing like loons, wondering how much they will get for their haul, they figured middleman payments should come to around 48 thousand and in 1968 that is a ton of money. It looks like playing cop is going to be their new business and a profitable one at that!