“Garbage like you give women a bad name.”
“Move in slowly, girls,” said Sabrina, over the closed circuit walkie-talkie. “We don’t want the bitch to know that we’re onto her until she’s surrounded.”
Wind swept the ally and few of the iconic “hope” posters flapped in the wind. The posters had been popular when the Revolution broke out, promising men a better future; one where women were enslaved, and put in their proper, natural place. Now, years later, that promise was fulfilled and walking down the ally, past the faded posters.
Beautiful, obedient, and totally committed to the Revolution, CPF agent Sabrina Chambers narrowed her eyes at the figure sitting on the ground. At first glance, the figure had appeared to be a drunken male, but on closer inspection, it was a woman pretending to be a man. Civilian women were not allowed out in public in New Los Angeles without male supervision, and they certainly weren’t allowed to wear men’s clothes. Clearly the situation required investigation.
“Oh yeah, this bitch is in trouble now,” Sabrina whispered with relish.
In the early days of the Revolution, before the new constitution was in place, several police forces sprang up to maintain order and protect the new regime. The most famous of these was the Cunthunt Police Force (CPF). Revolutionary leaders and scientists had worked to create the CPF quickly, so that agents could be on the street, enforcing the new Female Behavior Laws, even before they were officially passed.
“Steady, steady,” said Sabrina, she gave the leash of her “sniffer” puppygirl a quick tug. The puppygirl stopped and began to pee in the ally, giving Sabrina an excuse to loiter near her target. Two other CPF agents appeared at the end of the ally, blocking any exit.

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