"You're clearly the best pick for the job on this force," the white haired middle-aged woman argued to the man in front of her.
The man said nothing, taking another drink from his glass which was now half empty, or half full depending on how you look at it, "My scores have been at an all time low in the field this month. You know that as well as I do."
"Yes they are, after an all time high last month, just barely topping the month before," she argued back, taking a sip of her own drink.
"Why me?" He asked curiously as the noise of the bar echoed around them.
"Because scores don't matter, Link," she laughed. "We both know that and you're just being stubborn. You're the one I can rely on the most in the field. You're tactful, you plan ahead, and you're the bravest officer I have. I know the past few months are rough, but the city needs Detective Faron back."
Link laughed, scratching the back of his neck, "I dunno Impa. There are plenty of cops who could do what I do. You just like me because I'm the only one who is stupid enough to waste my money on booze with you every Friday night," he shot back.
Impa laughed at his comment, before playfully punching him in the arm, her face then returning to its kind demeanor, "Just give it thirty days then. One month as a detective and if you're still not ready for it, you can return to being a street cop. I don't know why you would when detectives make so much more, but to each is own I suppose," she rambled to herself more than anyone.
Link sighed, taking a final swig of his drink as his face contorted a bit, "I hate this stuff," he whined. "How does your liver still function?"
Impa only laughed, "Oh believe me, I'm a picture of perfect health compared to you in High School," she mocked.
Link blushed for a moment, "You know about that?"
"Kid, I knew about that when I hired you," she laughed. Her face again calmed down as she spoke to him again, "So, what's your answer?"
Link sighed deeply, "I don't know if it's my own stupidity, or just the alcohol," he stated, "but I'll take the offer."
Impa smiled, "It's both," she replied, pouring more of the bitter liquid into his cup. "To Hyrule," Impa stated while holding up her own cup.
Link smirked, "I'll drink to that," he replied, clinking his cup to hers. "To Hyrule indeed," he mused to himself as he drank.
In the cold night outside on one of the nearby buildings a lone figure stood watching the two- mainly the man. His eyes were obscured by an orange mask, his hair an ash grey color. He looked to be just barely 20. He wore a shiny black windbreaker jacket that seemed to be made of leathery material, but the jacket itself was much lighter. The hems of the waist and sleeves were the same color orange as his mask. He wore black gloves, the tigers of which were cut off. In his ear he wore an earpiece and seemed to be looking through some technologically advanced binoculars.
Another older figure approached him. Dressed similarly to his comrade, he wore a brown mask and black fingerless gloves. His skin was a dark tan and his irises a steely gray. His chest was covered in a black armor plate. On the back of it was engraved the Royal Hylian crest. He wore no sleeves, which left one to wonder how he didn't suffer from the cold.
"Still watching them, stalker?" The tan man asked his compatriot.
The other man glanced over his shoulders, "He just accepted the job."
"Well that's good for him now isn't it?" The tan man replied, leaning up against a vent. "I don't see why you need to watch his every move, Phoenix."
"This city is boring, T. The real charm comes from places like Telma's," he replied, pointing at the bar that his subjects were currently inhabiting.
The tan man shook his head, "Right, because stalking cops is much more exciting than taking a night off and enjoying the town,"
"You know what I mean," Phoenix replied.
"So take a night off. It'll do you good to focus on something other than the operation at hand for a night. Go to Tingle's place. He's got a nice club for people around your age who like to illegally drink," the tan man replied.
"Very funny," Phoenix replied. "And I suppose that'll leave my job to you?"
"Hell no," 'T' replied, shaking his head. "The cameras in the police department and his car give us more than enough information about him. We all just need to bide our time until we can move forward with the plan."
"Fine," Phoenix surrendered. "But if I miss something exciting because you are making me take a night off, I'm stealing your car."
"Nothing screams fun like grand theft auto," the tan man joked, leaving his comrade on his own.
Phoenix sighed, getting up from his position and putting the binoculars away and scaling the fire escape to get back to the ground. He got on a motorcycle that was concealed in an alleyway and revved the engine. A monotone voice came over his stolen police scanner.
"Requesting multiple units to the Eastern Hylia Bank and Trust building. There has been a break in, multiple armed assailants seem to be in the area, over."
As new voices filled the scanners in affirmation, Phoenix smiled, "Well that should be fun," he stated as he smirked. He revved the engine again before blazing off into the night.
Back at the bar the two police officers had finished their bottle of alcohol and were exiting to go their separate ways, "Are you sure you don't want a ride? Ravio wouldn't mind at all," Link offered.
Impa laughed, "Kid, I'm a Sheikah. It's in my biology to handle alcohol. I can safely drive myself home. My body isn't inhibited by Hylian limitations," she boasted.
"Yeah, yeah," Link muttered. "Superior race, whatever. Never seen a Sheikah hold a piece of the Triforce in the history of Hyrule."
"That's because we don't believe in stupid myths that existed thousands of years ago," she shot back. "We are a race of brute warriors, we don't need a children's bedtime story."
Link chucked, shaking his head, "True enough," he replied. "No sense in believing in myths."
"I'll see you around, Detective Faron," she said as she got into her vehicle.
Link groaned as it was Impa's turn to laugh. She waved a simple goodbye and left the man on the curb to wait for his brother.
Far away from the bar called Telma's, an orange haired woman sat in a room filled with TV monitors that showed various halls of a very high tech security complex. She wore a bored expression as she continued to enter information into a computer system.
Two other women burst into the room. One with long green hair, and the other blue. They appeared to be twins.
"Faron has accepted the job, Din," the blue haired woman stated in a monotone.
"Well then, I owe Harkinian 20 rupees," the orange haired woman, Din, replied. "We can move ahead with the decoy then?"
"It appears so," the green haired woman said. "That should give him time to do his job."
Din sighed, "Or do the opposite," she mumbled.
The blue haired woman glared at Din, "The plan will work. I ran the numbers myself."
"And what if it doesn't, Nayru? What if it fails just like the last time we put a plan in place to stop him?! We cannot afford that kind of slip up again!" Din exclaimed, slamming her fist down onto the desk at which she sat. "People aren't quantifiable, Nayru. Their actions cannot be determined by a set number value. We need to be careful about who we place where."
Nayru, seemingly taken off of the pedestal she had placed herself on, nodded. "You are right," she said weakly.
"Farore, get the decoy ready," Din sighed in defeat.
The green haired woman rushed off to do so, leaving the other two behind.
"You have to listen to us this time," Din said calmly. "You can't do this all on your own."
"I know," Nayru responded. "Let us prepare the decoy for the operation."
Din nodded, following her sister out of the room.