“There are probably easier ways to go about these undercover assignments than having you use that Morphic Adaption Unit from the evidence locker that we seized. It’s still weird knowing it’s actually you inside there, Doug.” Det. Mack Carver said to his partner.
“What difference does it make?” Det. Doug Bruno replied, “We got the bastards, didn’t we? It’s not like we have any women on the force to go after these scumbags.”
“It just seems that maybe we should start a program to recruit some female officers.”
“There you go with that damned DEI stuff again.”
Mack sighed. As the only Black officer on the force, he knew this was an uphill battle with many of his colleagues. “Look, I’m just saying that it might be easier to actively seek out women for the force as opposed to you using that whack machine in the basement to turn yourself into a woman and then go running around town in a dress and high heels to catch the bad guys. But I ain’t gonna stop you, but I should tell you...”
“Tell me what?”
“There’s starting to have some trouble with that thing. They’re worried that it might not work again. What I’m saying is that you’ve been so reluctant to hire any women on the force that you may have inadvertantly BECOME the first woman on the force.”
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