[h1][color=fff200]Alice Barrett[/color] - RAVEN HQ[/h1]
[h2]After the riot[/h2]

Alice needed a drink, tonight had been hard, people had been angry, upset, afraid. People who were afraid did stupid things. Tonight that stupid thing had been to riot, to listen to a man who didn’t really care for their wellbeing. They’d been exposed to a powerful metahuman, and it had destabilised a situation that was already heading south. She knew that keeping the peace was RAVENs primary mission, but last night had felt like they were simply putting down resistance. They were well trained, well-equipped, the metahumans rioting hadn’t stood a chance. It had felt wrong.

Things had gone efficiently back at HQ, those who needed to be processed were, and Alice had spent more than an hour filling out forms, signing her name and making her report. It had only unsettled her even more. Alice prayed every day, but after it all she’d found herself in the locker room staring into space. Her Rosary had been clutched in one hand, her lips moving soundlessly as she moved the beads between her fingers. Some of those people had a right to be angry, and they’d crushed it anyway, it would only make things worse she knew. They’d failed in what they’d gone to do.

She carefully placed the holy symbol back in her purse before changing out of her RAVEN uniform. 

She stared at it hung in the locker for a moment, wondering just where this job was going. She’d become a cop to protect and serve, it was naïve, but she’d wanted to help people, and hadn’t really known where else to do that except in New York’s finest. She’d been raised a cop, and she’d graduated from the Police Academy at the top of her class, with a glowing review. She’d never expected to end up in RAVEN, but after that terrifying moment when he’d pulled the knife across her throat she hadn’t thought there was anywhere else she should go.

People like her, people with amazing abilities had a responsibility. God had granted her powers so that she could do more, she’d believed that he had a greater plan for her, but over the last few months that belief was being eroded. Now she only hoped that there was a plan. He had to be testing her, testing her faith.

That’s what the father had said in confession this morning. Doubt was human, but that true faith was about overcoming that doubt. Alice was faithful, it was what had kept her going. God set test for her, and because she was human, sometimes she failed. She never stopped trying though, and tomorrow was a new day, but for now, she wanted to drink away today.