This is my first story. EVER. Well, excluding school stuff and an odd essay or two. But who cares!
Anyway, please be gentle (pls).
Introduction
"Ah, detective." Lt. Andrews looked up from his desk as a woman entered his office. "Please, have a seat."
Detective Aubrey Lark. The precinct's newest addition, transferred recently from a place nobody cared for or bothered to ask. Her long, jet black braid and imposing figure made you look, her steel gaze made you wish you didn't. If this didn't grab your attention, her attitude towards the precinct's priorities, did. She took a seat beside the only other guest in the room.
"You may have heard of our community's recent increase in crime. We have a city riddled in petty theft and armed robberies. We have doubled patrols, ensured our police force is visible and alert at all times and to be honest detective," he paused and gave her a look that will make every rookie run back to the Academy, "we do not need division in our ranks. Yes, I heard of your little outburst about our 'misplaced priorities'. From now on you and detective Doe will work on all the cases we normal humans can't be bothered to look at, did I get that quote right?"
What his voice did not make up in sarcasm, his face did in anger.
"Sir, I apo -"
"Detective Doe will brief you on the details. Let's be perfectly clear detective Lark, this unit was created to keep you out of my face. Dismissed."
She always liked campus at night. The soft night wind, stirring the age old oak trees. The streetlamps bathing the gardens in soft light, making the harsh angles of the modern library seem less out of place. The library was renovated a year ago, a turning point in the university's new modern approach. Apparently bright lights and state of the art computers were what students wanted, not the musty, old, book lovers den she was so fond of.
Panic seized her as hands grabbed her from behind. By the time she realized what was happening, it was too late. The last thing she felt as she sank into unconsciousness, was the lurching of a vehicle, and rough hands holding her arms.
"I do believe we both made a friend today." Detective Doe reached out his hand, "Please, I'll feel better if we can at least get off on the right foot, Name's John."
"Aubrey. John Doe? Is this some sort of joke?" She glared at him.
"Well, my adoptive father thought it was funny and never bothered to change it. I didn't either." He gave her a half smile, "Truce?"
"Sure," She relaxed and shook his hand, "So, job description?"
"Quite simple really, we are assigned to the cases that takes too much effort to solve." He pulled out a file from underneath his arm, "Missing person case. Student missing for about six weeks now."
She took the file and opened it, "Well then, let's find Annabelle Edison."
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I might just chuck the whole thing out and join a circus...
*gets ready to add Chapter 1*