CARABINEROS

"Difficult to acquire, impossible to conceal. Carabineros will have you in a minute."

"If I were to stay away from anyone, it'd be the carabineros. These fuckers don't fix problems. They pull 'em out like teeth."

Carabineros: Portofiro's sanctioned police investigators. They report directly to the Prefectura and deal in actual crime -- murder, grand larceny, rape.

"It was on all the front pages." He drags a hand along his moustache. "Carabineros don't die every day. When they do, they get these fancy pieces published."

"Carabineros roll out these gunpowder-sniffing hounds and go on walks a couple times a year. You know, to remind people what's what. The dogs are a mean foreign breed. No hair, all teeth. My cousin, Alishba, lost a chunk of her calf to one."

"Just my balls -- which, legally, were in his hands. He could've said, 'fuck your pride' and hauled me off to the carabineros. But he didn't."

"So can carabineros." He gestures at your hands. "Come on, now. Palms."

"It's still 'fuck carabineros' every day, as far as I'm concerned." He flicks his chin. "But I'm willing to give him a pass."

"But, how can that be? A gentleman from the carabineros said it would be in service any day now."

A handsome foreigner. The carabineros were playing a trick on him.

"I need to talk to the carabineros... maybe the consulate...?"

"The carabineros don't bother you in the roundabout centers and traffic islands."

"Are the carabineros looking for your dad?"

Carabineros: Portofiro's sanctioned police investigators. They report directly to the Prefectura and deal in actual crime -- murder, grand larceny, rape.

"Whippings are weak. Call me when the carabineros start feeding people's fingers to hogs."

"I received a call from the hospital. Karolina was there, in intensive care, barely lucid, handcuffed to her bed. There were two carabineros accompanying her."

"Sure, Hershel. Weeping Eye. Or the carabineros. Or the Azzurri mob, maybe they want to go to the mattresses again."

"Or maybe that's what someone wanted you to think. But sure, Hershel, let's go with Weeping Eye. Or the carabineros. Or the Azzurri mob, maybe they want to go to the mattresses again."

"If it wasn't the Azzurri mob, it was the Weeping Eye. If it wasn't the Weeping Eye, it was the carabineros. If it wasn't the carabineros, it was some trivial cunt he owed 500 sol to."

"Carabineros have detention sites up north, but there's no such thing here." He nods. "Good news, yeah? Business-wise."

"Missing people's reports are handled by the Carabineros, not the Guardia Municipal." He frowns at you. "That's procedure."

"Those weren't covered as part of our training. It's for the carabineros to handle."

"I thought you were a tourist? Wait..." He gasps. "Were you undercover this whole time? Wow, the carabineros have really upped their game."

"The Mother took out a whole squad of carabineros once. Bullets bounced right off her hide. Ate the faces off every one of them, and their big hats too."

"That's a concern, yes, but not one that should concern the carabineros, at least not yet."

"I thought you were a sock importer? Wait..." He gasps. "Were you undercover this whole time? Wow, the carabineros have really upped their game."

Carabineros, Guardia Municipals, street-level hustlers, and Azzurri big shots cursing at each other, counting, laughing.

Carabineros: Portofiro's sanctioned police investigators. They report directly to the Prefectura and deal in actual crime -- murder, grand larceny, rape.

"Bruno works a lot." Her jaw is set. "Carabineros don't volunteer much, and I don't ask."

Wondering how a member of the carabineros doesn't know what happened to a fallen brother.

A real credit to the carabineros.

Carabineros: Portofiro's sanctioned police investigators. They report directly to the Prefectura and deal in actual crime -- murder, grand larceny, rape.

"The carabineros act as EMTERR's security detail for the upcoming talks and just like their masters, are notorious for their unreliability and corruption."

"This is the carabineros. A crime's been committed in this pied-a-terre."

"And let people think the carabineros are taking over my sensitive operation?" He tilts his head from side to side.

"Well, owning the carabineros helped." He shrugs. "Even they got tired of him eventually."

"Carabineros, GMs, whoever... they get absolutely sopping wet for this shit, just like anyone else.

"C'mon, the carabineros don't give a fuck about us fiddling about with discs and shit. What you really here for?"

"Besides, I've had my share of run-ins with the Carabineros. Pussies, down to the last one. Not these guys."

"How do you know they weren't real carabineros?"

"Ones that picked me up were dressed like Carabineros... drove me to, I don't know, some kind of cover apartment. Fluorescent lighting, concrete walls. You know how it is. Eventually two women show up. Luzian."

He was an insurance policy. Meant to keep the carabineros off our tail.

"Where to begin. The carabineros, the GMs, uniform-wearers as a class. The patent office, my jealous rivals in 'alternative media', assorted professional pseudomammals who show up to work every day and on-time. Also the Association of Urologists."

"You mentioned the carabineros twice. Why?"

"Let us not forget, bankers, doctors, nurses, patients, librarians..." He sighs. "Did I mention the carabineros?"

"I see this time you've come in the guise of the hated carabineros. An attempt at psychological terrorism, I suspect. But I will not be cowed."

"So, you've been serving the carabineros this entire time. But who are they serving, I wonder?"

"One of the civilians on the tram you shot up, a young boy. He gave the carabineros a highly vivid description of you and your squad."