Veronica
The Architect
Officer Gail Felan's bulletproof boots squeaked as she entered the hallway from the briefing room, the reinforced nylon not quite broken in. She had been given her first assignment and partner--someone her field training officer did not name but said their office would be down the hall and to the left. It was strange that the Captain himself had personally requested a rookie for the assignment, but she personally decided not to look a gift horse in the mouth. After all, the other officers who started with her were on drunk wagon duty or doing the senior officers' paperwork. She decided that graduating top of her class at the academy was paying off.
A shiny new file in hand, Felan reached the office she was looking for and wasting no time to knock on the door, though she was certain it was unlocked, it was just a courtesy. She wasn't worried at the prospect of her partner, as long as they weren't too tall for her 5'2" and didn't mind she had breasts as well as a service weapon. That went for both genders, she realized. All she knew about them was that they were good at their job if they were trusted with a "boot".
A shiny new file in hand, Felan reached the office she was looking for and wasting no time to knock on the door, though she was certain it was unlocked, it was just a courtesy. She wasn't worried at the prospect of her partner, as long as they weren't too tall for her 5'2" and didn't mind she had breasts as well as a service weapon. That went for both genders, she realized. All she knew about them was that they were good at their job if they were trusted with a "boot".