Federal Criminal

“This is all we have to go on?” he questioned incredulously.
The probie took a deep breath. “I was running away when I took it, Boss. I didn’t even have time to zoom in.”
“I’ll get our computer genius on it, I suppose. Why were you running away?”
“Boss, you’re kidding, right?”
“Do I look like I’m kidding?”
“Um, no…I mean, no, sir. But this man is a federal criminal! I thought at any moment he could pull out a gun and shoot me!”
“Probie, you were undercover. Running was perhaps the worst possible thing you could do. And anyway, it’s not our man.”
“Uh…it’s not? I mean, how do you know it isn’t, sir? He was following us.”
“Because your partner gave it to me hours before practically hyperventilating from laughter at you. That’s your backup.”
“That doesn’t look like Agent Malzioni.”
“Well, duh, probie, he was in disguise.”
“Get back to work…and take off that eyeliner or Malzioni will laugh at you for sure.”

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