Clarence sipped on the steaming coffe as he made his way to the station, the beaming sun forcing his eyes to squint. He scratched his face lightly as his trench coat fluttered gently behind him. He had had a long night last night, paper work was still overflowing from his desk. So many cases, so many suspects... The cobblestone streets were already filled, people shopping and making conversation. He gave a few acquaintances nods as he continued on his way, not bothering to stop. The wind blew gently, sending a cool breeze over Clarence. He stopped in his tracks as he waited for a bridge to lower into place. He glanced over at the nearby buildings. A poster hung on the wall stating something about the Songbird flying and protecting Columbia. He rolled his eyes, the ridiculous propaganda was like an annoying fly. It was always there, buzzing in your ear and just when you think it's gone, there it is again. As he progressed into the Shantytown, the town began to reflect the lives of the residents here. Clarence felt the badge in his pocket bounce with his jacket, along with sidearm. At the office, he had a shotgun which was secured to the side of his desk. He sighed once more as he finished his coffee, and turned into a nearby alley.