"Come on, almost there." Emily was on the edge of her seat, the world a far away memory as she stared intently at the game on the screen in front of her. "Just gotta-" She jerked right. "Then a quick-" She jerked left. "And..." The screen in front of her erupted in a fiery explosive, 8-bit music played a quick medley to let her know it had come out victorious over her. "What the gosh-dang! That's so unfair, I won and you know it." She fell back into to her chair, slumping away in defeat.
A man appeared in the doorway; he was older, balding and had the type of posture that said, "Just a few more years of this shit." He tossed a file across the room, which flopped lazily into Emily's lap before left its secret begin to slip out. "We've got a armored car-robbery reported on 21st street, looks like it might be another weirdo like you, seeing as the was no point of entry. We want you to check it out." His voice was gravelly and definitive, a mix of a past in smoking and the simple fact that he didn't care enough to add any flourish to his words.
"Gaaaaaah, but that suuuuuuuuucks." Emily whined out, shifting in her share as leaning backwards over the armrest so she could look the man in the eyes. She made it a point to reiterate how little she liked this job as often as possible, maybe one day they would cave and give her the perks she wanted without all these obligations tied in with them.
The man sighed, bringing his thumb and index fingers up to massage his temples. "Look, if you don't like it, feel free to take it up with the Chief."
Emily cringed, causing the man to smile, he new he had just won. "Eh, whatever." Emily pulled her self together in the chair, then launched up to her feet, the folder in hand. "Just remember this means I've reached my weekly Hero-ing quota, I'm off the clock all weekend." She was trying to justify her surrender, take back a little of the ground she had just lost, but reciting how the system works was clearly an ineffective way of doing it. The man rolled his eyes as Emily walked past. Just a few more years of this shit.
21st Street was a pretty and well-lit area of the street, the drivers were no fools and had clearly avoided sketchier roads, yet apparently that forethought had been in vain. According to the information she was given, the investigators had suspicion of a teleporter, citing the unbroken locks and untouched security panels, as well as the fact that there were no signs of forced entry. This would be a tough nut to crack, especially without any of the impressive forensic tools the force had at its disposal. All the officers and scientists had examined the scene thoroughly and had headed home for the night, if she was lucky some of that information would be disseminated down to her. She wouldn't hold her breath. With no real leads and all the witnesses gone, Emily, or Lumineer as she was known while on duty, decided to sweep a few alleys, readying her taser just in case.