During my working day, it was all pretty much the same routine. Answer a few calls, reassure old Mrs Wilkins that no one was spying on her (twice), write a few tickets and generally do all the mundane stuff that police are expected to do.
But it’s becoming increasingly clear that I must write reports on citizens, if I want another promotion. There’s no time to do that during my work hours, I’m going to have to write those reports during my off hours.
To get some information so I could even start a report, I first tried asking questions of the various people I met during the day. All of the answers I got were either vague or evasive. I was never going to write a report based on them.
Freya pinched the bridge of her nose as Captain Hunt abruptly left the room. “He’s ready to die then?” Azael asked, cocking his head to the side curiously."So it would seem," Freya said, "please excuse me."He was waiting by the lift doors when she finally caught up to him. “Don’t start Doctor,” he said, holding up his hand to stop her the moment she stepped up beside him."I think I will actually," Freya said, pushing into the lift as soon as the doors opened. "You will die from this Robert.""I’m aware of the risks Doctor," he slid in beside her and turned away to activate the car. "You’ve made them quite clear," he said.
RUNNING OFF TO READ…