A Tribute to the Women of Colombia's federal police

[Stormtrooper1990]

This story, is a tribute to the brave and beautiful Women of the Colombian Federal Police. Who were brought to our attention by Mr Peaky Blinder. So without any further ado...

It was a hot day and getting hotter still, as LT Cristina Morales lay on a sheer jungle cliff, overlooking the small guerilla camp , the scope of her M40A1sniper rifle trained on the camps gate. She and her 5 woman team from the Colombian Federal Police's elite anti- narco task force, were her to raid the guerrilla camp, which was used to store drugs for the cartels, before they were shipped further down river. They had been here for three days, and so far saw no opportunity to take the camp without a firefight. Her orders were to arrest and question the guerrillas, they could get nothing from bullet ridden corpses. The sound of a snap crack next to her, brought her back to the present. Her friend and sister cop SGT Carmen Rodriquez, had just squashed a mosquito against her neck. "Fucking, bugs!' She cried "Come on boss, we have been here for three days, and Nada. All we have achieved is being eaten alive by these pendejo bugs." Morales smiled, Carmen had been with her since they were slum kids in the barios, they had entered the academy together and she was like her little sister.

Suddenly, there was activity below. She trained her rifle back at the camp gates, it seemed that they were sending out a patrol of 5 female fighters. Morales grinned, A plan formed in her mind, " You remember what Sister Anna said to us, back at school." Rodriguez shrugged " I don't know, she said a lot of things. I really wasn't paying attention. Too busy ogling Esteban in the front row." Morales rolled her eyes, " Come here Carmen, take a look." She gestured to her rifle. As Carmen crawled up to the rifle, her eyes widening as she looked through the scope. She turned and grinned, suddenly catching Morales' thread "She said, good things come to those who wait. " Vamos, let's get the rest of the squad. We can cut the guerrillas off in the valley."

As Michelle Alvarez, chopped down another vine with her machete, she reflected that she had joined the revolutionary movement, to free Colombia from its Federal oppressors, not to be food for fucking mosquitoes. She and her 5 woman patrol, had been sent to recon the valley to report on movement from the federal pig force. Her uniform, which consisted of jungle camouflage fatigues with the Colombian flag patched on the right shoulder, over which she wore combat webbing with storage for grenades and clips for her AK47, and matching combat boots and boonie hat over her short shoulder length black hair, was swimming with sweat. Her fellow sisters in the great struggle, were similarly attired, and swimming on their own sweat. She heard the crack of a branch from in front of her, but before she bring her patrol to combat readiness, they were surrounded by 5 police officers. Who had their M4's trained on them.

" Alright, all of you drop your weapons. Now, no-one needs to die here today. You are all under arrest." One of the guerrillas swore and spat on the ground, as they dropped their AK47s. "Corporal. Contact LT Dante, in team 2, tell him we need support." The officer did has she was instructed. Morales, turned to the guerrillas, a wide grin on her face. "OK ladies, now strip off those uniforms, come on don't be shy." The lead guerrila swore loudly. " Fuck you, pig bitch. If you want them, come and take them over our dead bodies" She spat, her false confidence a poor mask for her fear. Rodriguez, got right in her face. " OK bitch, how about we line you all up right now, put bullets in the back of your heads, strip your bodies and leave you naked as food for the jaguars. Would you like that huh, poco perra. Because I will do it right here, right now." She drew her Glock 17 and held it to the guerrillas head. Morales laughed, she loved it when Carmen played bad cop. The guerrillas looked terrified. Finally, the guerrilla leader relented " Alright, Alright. Everyone, let's strip."

It was quite a sight to see, the 5 guerrillas, handcuffed half naked to the trees. Two of the guerrillas were wearing black camisoles and matching shorts, one had a matching white set with bows between her B-cups and above her gusset on her panties. One brave girl had gone commando, her beautiful C cup breasts with large dark areolas and shaved womanhood for all to see. The mouthy leader, was wearing only a blue bikini cut thong. Her generous cleavage, slick with sweat, bounces with indignation. As Morales and her team dressed in their stolen clothes. " Damn cop bitch, you can't do this to us, we have rights. You won't even make it past the gates, my brothers and sisters will gun you d-- ah!" She didn't finish her sentence, as Carmen whipped her across the face with her pistol, knocking her unconscious. She shrugged " What, someone had to do it, stupid poco perra." When the finished getting dressed, Morales gathered them together. " Alright, these uniforms will get us into the camp, when I locate the camp commander and incapacitate him, Dante will signal the task force, who are already surrounding the camp, in the tree line. Let's get this done." They held out their hands and fistbumped. " Hi Dante, don't get any ideas, while we're gone." Dante laughed " Don't worry, they absolutely reek. My men won't go near them with a ten foot pole."

Morales and her team walked up the road to the camp in their stolen uniforms, a male guard greeted them. " We have you been, your late. Off powdering your noses, I bet. Anyway, commendante I is just inside, give him your report. Libertad!" The false patrol echoed as they walked through the gates. They found the camp commander, ahead. A fat man with a greasy moustache, his uniform barely contained his girth. A red beret perched precariously on his head . "So what news do you bring?" In one movement, Morales cuffed him to the ground, herself and her team drew their weapons. On cue, the entire taskforce stormed the camp, two Blackhawk helicopter gunships flew over. More Federal police men and women rappelling in. Within seconds, the camp had been overrun without a shot being fired.

The fat commandante, squirmed like a new born infant, in the mud. "You're federalis. Merda. I sent a patrol of 5 out this morning, they should be returning now!" Morales, knelt beside him " Really? Where they dressed like this?" She gestured with the lapel of her stolen shirt. She looked to two Federal officers "Cuff him." They hauled the fat man too his feet, and slapped cuffs on his wrists. Rodriguez, moved up next to her friend. " So Carmen, looks like the drinks are on me." Rodriguez, raised her arm and sniffed, recoiling she said " Sounds great, but first I getting a fucking shower. Those bitch guerrillas stank more then my dead grandmother."

[Mr. Peaky Blinder]

Thanks, Stormtrooper1990,

You're a real ... trooper

Lots of detail. I really feel I'm there in the jungle. Let's hope the female guerrillas plot a revenge mission. It would be quite a rivalry. Michelle sounds like a tough b.... too.

[Stormtrooper1990]

If she ever gets out of prison, poor girl.

You are very welcome. Peaky. I enjoyed writing this up.

The character I enjoyed writing the most, was Carmen. She's tough, fiery and very sarcastic. Very loyal to Morales.

[Stormtrooper1990]

I can reveal that Michelle and her team, are plotting a daring escape. All will be revealed....

[simon4242]

lol and be recaptured again lol love the elite police women