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Framed for Drugs - Innocence Defiled!

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settantuno said:
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Wow. It is mind-blowing to see what Sett has already created in the early stage of this story. In gratitude and due to missing a Saturday post, here is a little bonus:

6. Rookies’ Luck

Rizwan and Ahmad tried hard to stay alert and act professional while performing the deadly dull screening of a bunch of harmless bus riders. The two Malays had only been with the Central Narcotics Bureau for three months total, and this was the Narcotics Officers’ first independent field assignment. Well, at least semi-independent. Senior Sergeant Daniel was supposedly supervising them. However, he was in the car, listening despondently to his Lion City Soccer Team losing another match on a late penalty kick.

They would never have been given this job if a tip hadn't been received that a student drug dealer might ride this bus. They had been instructed just to do cursory inspections, focusing on bags and parcels that might hold a substantial quantity of drugs. It wasn't a random dragnet to catch a student with a sole reefer.

Both rookies perked up their attention as they saw that the next in the queue was a beautiful, petite, and shapely Chinese girl.
 
7. A Polite, Routine Inspection

The presumption of privacy from the authorities is far less in Singapore than in many Western countries. If the police have good cause, they can search without a warrant. Lyn watched the two fairly young officers politely look at the packages of those in front of her and then cheerfully wave them on the bus. They were dressed in rather casual, dark clothes with no uniform or insignias except small black bands on their right arm with the letters CNB in a pale gray. It was an indication of Lyn's naivety that she had no idea what CNB stood for.

"Ehh, Miss," said Ahmad, as the girl stepped up. "Just a routine checkpoint. We've had tips of bad people operating around here, and we just have to inspect all packages and bags. May we see yours?" He couldn't take his eyes off the lovely girl.

“Of course,” she almost whispered, submissively, and handed her bookbag to the man.
He noticed her cell phone in a hip holster. “Would you turn off your phone and hand it over as well? It’s standard procedure during a search.”
Lyn complied and then watched him open her bag.

"The knapsack...also...if you please...Miss." Rizwan was somewhat tongue-tied at her quiet beauty.
"Oh. Yes, of course," Lyn slung the blue bag off her shoulder and handed it to the man. As she did so, their hands touched momentarily, and the young officer felt a spark fly through his body. Even a brief glimpse of her large dark eyes threw him completely. He fumbled with the knapsack while stuttering at this lovely girl.
 
Praefectus Praetorio said:
7. A Polite, Routine Inspection

The presumption of privacy from the authorities is far less in Singapore than in many Western countries. If the police have good cause, they can search without a warrant. Lyn watched the two fairly young officers politely look at the packages of those in front of her and then cheerfully wave them on the bus. They were dressed in rather casual, dark clothes with no uniform or insignias except small black bands on their right arm with the letters CNB in a pale gray. It was an indication of Lyn's naivety that she had no idea what CNB stood for.

"Ehh, Miss," said Ahmad, as the girl stepped up. "Just a routine checkpoint. We've had tips of bad people operating around here, and we just have to inspect all packages and bags. May we see yours?" He couldn't take his eyes off the lovely girl.

“Of course,” she almost whispered, submissively, and handed her bookbag to the man.
He noticed her cell phone in a hip holster. “Would you turn off your phone and hand it over as well? It’s standard procedure during a search.”
Lyn complied and then watched him open her bag.

"The knapsack...also...if you please...Miss." Rizwan was somewhat tongue-tied at her quiet beauty.
"Oh. Yes, of course," Lyn slung the blue bag off her shoulder and handed it to the man. As she did so, their hands touched momentarily, and the young officer felt a spark fly through his body. Even a brief glimpse of her large dark eyes threw him completely. He fumbled with the knapsack while stuttering at this lovely girl.
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The mousetrap seems to have snapped shut. Although neither the victim nor the hunter is yet aware of this.
 
Praefectus Praetorio said:
My very short posts and the way I've constructed the story allow for a slow (almost excruciatingly slow) buildup.
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Then it's more like a fable "The boiling frog"
The premise is that if a frog is put suddenly into boiling water, it will jump out, but if the frog is put in tepid water which is then brought to a boil slowly, it will not perceive the danger and will be cooked.
 
Praefectus Praetorio said:
He couldn't take his eyes off the lovely girl.

Rizwan was somewhat tongue-tied at her quiet beauty.

He fumbled with the knapsack while stuttering at this lovely girl.
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Men are often intimidated by the sexual power of beautiful young women. But once they calm down, they treat us like princesses and let us get away with anything.

I can assure everyone that nothing bad will happen to Lyn. There is no way she'll be arrested. Just wait, you'll see!
 
Maybe Lyn should bat her pretty eyes?

8. A Minor Complication

While Rizwan was still drooling over Lyn's shapely, little body and beautiful face, Ahmad finished inspecting the book bag. He placed the silenced phone in the bag and returned it to her.
"No problem here, Miss. I hope you have a good evening." He looked over at his partner, who was standing, clutching the blue bag with a silly grin on his face and staring at the girl.

“Eh Rizwan, is that bag okay? If not, she can go already.”
"What? Oh yes, the bag. All OK," he stammered, beginning to hand it back to her.
Ahmad leaned close and whispering his ear, "Snap out of it, dude. Have you even looked at it?"
"Umm, well, no. Not really. Just a moment, Miss. This will only take a second." He looked down for the first time at the bag, which was zipped shut. As he tried to open it, he saw a tiny padlock on the opening. The sight confused him further. Again Ahmad stepped in.

“May we have the key to the lock, Miss?”
"Key? Lock?" Lyn answered, confused. She hadn't even looked at the bag.
"For the bag?" pressed Ahmad, indicating the padlock.
"Oh my. Yes, it is locked, isn't it."
“Glad we agree on that,” said Ahmad with a touch of sarcasm. “Please give Rizwan the key.”
“The key?” Lyn was becoming increasingly flustered by the two officers towering over her and now asking for the key to Roy’s bag. She was unused to talking to any police.

“I’m afraid I don’t have it.”
 
KelvinB said:
To those who are wondering if this sentence is peculiar - it is just Singlish. Sometimes we do use terms counterintuitively, but we understand the implicit drive behind it.
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Interesting. It is also a common construction in New York / American English, probably originating from Yiddish.

As I am sure @windar can confirm, Goldman must often say things along the lines of, "I know you don't swallow, Barb. You've told me. Enough, already!"
 
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