Cop's Stage: Man & Woman (Onside)

An American Homeland police-station is the site of a 'cool' gender-contest show between officers Charlie and Satan for things of Earthling social butterknives.

A cops/gender contest fiction, injected in-between my Batman (DC Comics) trilogy. Happy pre-weekend, all (Thursday). 

DISCLAIMER: This work of fiction contains images/references with no ties to any person(s)/body and is cast as purely a 'personal' expression for social arts (for 'open' views/translations).

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OFFICER CHARLIE: We may be similar, but your undercover tactics are radical.

OFFICER SATAN: I'm a Slovak-Algerian Catholic (male) cop; you're a woman cop.

OFFICER CHARLIE: German-American (Protestant) policewoman, and we compete.

OFFICER SATAN: We're on the same team here, lady, and in same cop-station, ok?

OFFICER CHARLIE: Reviews are up and the station's billboard-contest has us two.

OFFICER SATAN: Yes, yes, Charlie...we're in the top-2 contender positions, ha.

OFFICER CHARLIE: I'm gonna win, Satan, for best cop-of-year in our US-city.

OFFICER SATAN: Sure, sure, you're an iron-jawed lady with no undercover labors!
OFFICER CHARLIE: Facebook-like (sure).

Satan and Charlie, man and woman, cops of the American Homeland, were night-and-day in terms of attitude and personality, and they competed now ('officially') in their US-city cop-station billboard-contest (for show!) for cop-of-year honors. Satan, a gritty man of longer-years work, had been working almost-ruthlessly (undercover) in the black market diamond universe in North America, and Charlie, an ambitious/daydreaming woman transfer-policewoman, was conservative, methodological, and intelligent. Charlie wanted the prize of laurel for her cop-station, and Satan was in her way (Selfie-like!).

CHIEF: Charlie may win, Satan (ha).

SATAN: Sure, sure (Facebook-like).

CHIEF: What's this tale of these new-gems (UK?) with some terrorism-ties, Satan?

SATAN: These bloody gems are part of an Earth-net of rogue-finance 'arts,' Chief.

CHIEF: I'm your police-chief, and I say Charlie's gonna win this cop-contest, ok.

SATAN: So...woman defeats man...and man inherits the gritty invisible labor-art!

CHIEF: Facebook-like (for Heaven/Hell)?

We won't tell you who won this cop-station contest in the American Homeland. Charlie had been working on some local sports-fan club corruption case tied to narcotics (or something); and she boasted to Satan, her male contender in-station, that she and Satan (both!) liked an 'iconic' NFL-QB trading-card of great contest/connections value(s)...and the winner should get the right to get both prints of the card (for station-cider).

SATAN: I'll 'gift' you my Topps-treasure print if you win, but only if women dance.

"Doing well is the result of doing good. That's what capitalism is all about" (Ralph Waldo Emerson). 

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)