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Dustin Dollin for Stereo Skateboards

Thrasher Magazine

Nov. 1998

          As the camera turned on, it was a view of the office, Connor was busy working at his terminal, glancing briefly up at the camera before looking back down at his computer screen. It seemed his was aware of the camera being on but not addressing it as it was pointed over his shoulder to where Gavin was leaned back in his chair with a case folder open and over his face, it was obvious that he was sleeping. Conrad was nearby Connor, though he appeared busy working on a tablet and one could only see a bit of Collin's side as he was sitting on the desk skimming through an electronic magazine.           The department had its usual sounds, phones going off, muted talking of other officers, other electronic beeping occasionally. However, a chime sounded from Gavin's desk, causing the man to reach into his pocket with one hand and lift the case folder off his face. Pulling out his phone, he checked the dark screen, having thought he received a message. It took a moment for his sleep fogged brain to realize what had happened. He put his phone away before tossing an empty coffee to-go cup over at the android trio. Conrad simply raised a hand and caught the cup without even looking up from his work. In return, Gavin flipped them off, earning a light snort of laughter from Collin.           Connor tapped on the terminal screen, causing the camera to switch lenses to focus on the desk in front of Connor's, which was Hank's. The old alpha wasn't there currently, the desk having an opened box of doughnuts and a picture of his new family tapped to the window divider. One that Connor had insisted on taking while they were all out at the Zoo, every seemed to hold their own expression of happiness, even Conrad's gaze seemed less intimidating and more like warm downy gray.           The camera picked up Hank returning to his desk, dropping down into his seat with a tired exhale as usual. When he reached up to tap his terminal screen to log in to his account, the terminal gave a dial tone, and then numbers being dialed, before a static electronic noise came from it, occasional beeps before connecting, bringing up an AOL home screen. Hank rubbed a hand over his face and groaned, already knowing the culprits behind this. There was a door creaking open sound that was familiar with a friend coming online on the instant messenger before a small window popped up along with a chiming sound to alert Hank he had a message from xX_RKSeries_Xx.           Hi Hank, asl?? ;)