She pushes her pale yellow hair from her face as her fingers never stop on the typewriter, the mechanical stamping sound filling the office she is sitting in, the poured cup of coffee on her desk has gone cold ages ago but she hasn’t noticed. The report was nearly finished and she saw the others heading home to their families now. Her day at work was just starting. Quickly she pulled the report from the machine and signed her signature to it to get it filed before another long night on the streets. She would get these mobsters some day soon, there were so many leads, but so few actually paid them any mind. She was near now, but someone had to be erasing the important pieces of the puzzle. Toying with her. She would get to the bottom of the corruption. She gripped the cup of coffee, quickly pouring it down her throat with a shudder before heading to the archives to file the paper. Lomadia from the Mistral PD is ready to fulfill her duty to serve the city.
