Lucilia stood up, her rifle hanging by the straps on her shoulders. he kept her hair out of her face as she watched the smoke rising from the building. She handed the rifle off to one of the officers with her as she put a cigarette into her mouth. Another officer reached out to lit her cig as she wordlessly left the rooftop. Reaching to the bottom floor, the entire station was in an uproar, though that wasn't entirely new. The station was always in chaos trying to deal with all the threats and crimes going on in the city. Sometimes Lucilia liked to go out and do a bit of hard work herself, like taking out some loud mouth terrorist and an useless government figurehead. She had been planning weeks trying to figure out how to get rid of Alexander without any link towards her, but that terrorist set things up quite nicely. Not only did he managed to take the mayor without her involvement at all, he even set up a good means to kill him that kept her hands cleaned. Most importantly, the terrorist even ousted a culprit to who shot him; this Omega fellow. Sure the truth of the matter was that she was the one who pulled the trigger, but no would would believe that the New Tokyo Police would have been able to act so quickly and brutally. Well, some might, but it would have been more likely that a certain trigger-happy hero took the shot without their permission, which would have likely happen anyways. And least of all would anyone believe that it was the Chief of Police who held the gun when it killed the mayor.

Lucilia returned to her office, which was much more quiet than the chaos brewing outside. More paperwork was stacked on her desk, with her various "Interns" dealing with it. She didn't have to life a finger to run the force; all she needed to do was tell one of her chief officers what she wanted, and they knew how to get it done. She could have probably cleaned up the city of all it's criminals if she wasn't profiting from them. Plus it gave her some good publicity when she kept those super-powered freaks meaningful to society. Otherwise they'd be super powered freaks that everyone would want dead, which would be a pain to actually go through with.

Lucilia went to her chair and reclined in it, resting her feet upon a briefcase containing some recent "files" from some crimebosses in the city. She took out her .40-75 revolver and began to clean it, much to the worry of her inters trying not to attract her attention, and subsequent anger or boredom.