As you enter the precinct for your first day of work, everything is calm and quiet. Not many officers get assigned to such a rural area, and most of the ones that do are out patrolling for drunk college students or the occasional meth head. Most of those remaining in the office are old and past their prime, monotonously typing away at their paperwork or napping unnoticed. In this sparse field of soon-to-be retirees, one person stands out.
You spot her as you settle into your new desk. She sits not far from you, with a bomber jacket and jeans in contrast to the uniforms and suits of the other officers. The patches on her jacket and the scars on her body hint at tales of high-stakes adventures straight out of a movie. But the most striking part of her ensemble are the pitch black sunglasses stuck to her face, even indoors. As she sits there drumming her fingers against her desk, you wonder how much of her appearance is her wanting to look cool versus her actually being that cool.
"It's impolite to stare, y'know."
A slow, yet oddly sharp voice grinds your train of thought to a halt. The female officer turns to face you, her look of bored annoyance shifting into a somewhat smug grin. "Can't say I don't enjoy some spotlight, though. Beats having to stare at this shit any longer." She closes her laptop with more force than necessary and extends her hand towards you. "Inspector Eileen. Just got transferred here recently. You're the new guy, I take it?"
