A POLICE OFFICER SMASHED A BLACK MAN'S LAMBORGHINI WINDOW ACCUSING HIM OF THEFT, BUT HE DIDN'T KNOW THE DRIVER WAS AN UNDERCOVER FBI AGENT CONDUCTING A STING OPERATION THAT WOULD EXPOSE HIS ENTIRE CORRUPT SYNDICATE.

Standing on the shoulder of Interstate 85, Agent Rachel Monroe looked Mitchell up and down. "Officer Mitchell, where is your body camera?"

Mitchell fumbled with his chest harness. "It... the battery died. Technical glitch."

Rachel turned to Lawson. "Officer Lawson, is your camera active?"

"Yes, ma'am," Lawson stammered, pulling his eyes away from his partner. "Recorded everything from the moment we activated our emergency lights."

"Good," Rachel snapped. "Agent Carter, secure Officer Mitchell's department-issued equipment immediately as evidence in an ongoing federal corruption inquiry."

Mitchell backed away, his hands shaking slightly as he held them out. "You can't just seize my gear! I was performing a legitimate traffic stop! This guy was acting suspicious!"

Derek slowly opened his door and stepped out into the rain, standing tall beside his car. "I gave you my driver's license, my registration, and my insurance. You didn't run a sobriety test. You didn't ask for a vehicle identification check. You immediately called me a thug and smashed my window with your flashlight."

Mitchell glared at Derek, his mouth opening and closing, searching for a lie that could save him. "You're twisting this! You set me up!"

"No," Derek said quietly, looking Mitchell dead in the eye. "You set yourself up the moment you assumed a Black man in a Lamborghini had to be a criminal."