IF walked with Chief Wallace into the main area. He had summoned all of the officers in the station to receive a briefing on their newest operation, and they were standing in neat lines. The chief cleared his throat and began to speak.

"Listen up, everyone. For too long, Gamindustri and her innocents have been threatened by the nefarious acts of the Black Feathers. Well, that ends today. With the intel that Miss IF here has provided us, we can officially start an operation to put every last one of those Black Feathers either behind bars or six feet under. It's time to hunt some birds!"

Everyone cheered. IF quickly pulled out her phone and texted Compa.

"*Soz, can't be back for a while. Things are happening here in Lastation*"

After a few seconds, Compa replied, "*np. Just come back safe *"

IF smiled and closed her phone. When she looked back up, all of the officers were clamoring to their lockers to retrieve their weapons. Chief Wallace was on the phone with the local broadcasting corporation, and was putting in a hefty request—broadcast the beginning of Operation: Raven Hunt, and advise all of the citizens to report suspicious activity. Normally, this kind of request would be accepted in a heartbeat, especially coming from someone with as much admiration and clout as Chief Wallace, but the main complaint was that the public was already on edge and broadcasting this would increase panic.

After a few minutes, Chief Wallace hung up the phone and walked out to IF. "Sorry about the delay, agent." He handed her a police badge. "Normally, you'd have to complete all sorts of paperwork, but there's just not enough time. We need people to be able to recognize you as police."

She took the badge and pinned it to her jacket. "Thanks, but wouldn't a uniform help, too?"

Wallace twirled keys around his finger. "That's what I'm attending to now. If you'll come with me, I can take you the main headquarters."

The two got into a police car and began driving towards the eastern end of the country. There was barely any traffic, and so the only delays were caused by automated traffic lights that signaled a stop despite the lack of other cars, much to Wallace's chagrin. As they drove, he continued to explain to IF about the situation.

"The station we just came from is an offshoot of the main HQ. We usually don't use this building, but…" As he said this, dozens upon dozens of other police cars came driving down the same road as him. "Desperate times call for desperate measures, and we need all of the manpower we can get."

IF looked at all of the cars. "Wouldn't it be better to keep some officers in the city, just in case there's another crime there? Or, even worse, if the Black Feathers move there?"

Wallace nodded. "I thought of that, too. I left the bare minimum amount of men back there. Right now, though, almost all of this nation's crime is controlled and scheduled by the Black Feathers. Our priority is taking them down, starting with their supply of Anti-Shares."

The rest of the drive was silent. After about five minutes, the cars all approached a massive building, almost the same height as the Basilicom. The outside was a commanding and sleek black color, ending at the top with several antennae and even a satellite dish. All of the cars parked, and everyone exited their vehicles and began making their way towards the building. As they did so, they were greeted by guards equipped in futuristic armor that left none of their body exposed. The main body piece was pitch black with the word 'POLICE' written in white across the breast, and several pockets for knives, handguns, and pepper spray. The helmet was the same shade of black, with a visor that disallowed outsiders from seeing in, but gave the officer full visibility of the area around them. If a single word was to be given to describe these officers, it would be 'intimidating'.

The guards scanned their badges and allowed everyone in except for IF. When her badge was scanned, the guards all drew their weapons and pointed them at her with deadly precision and efficiency. Her upper torso had two red dots that preluded death, and the only thing she could think to do was throw her hands up as a show of docility.

Chief Wallace walked back out. "Don't worry; she's one of mine. Didn't dress for it, but I'm getting her a uniform from here."

The imposing, black-dressed guards looked at him and back to IF a few times before lowering their guns and reluctantly allowing her entry. As she walked into the building, she noticed that the main lobby was extremely clean, as the floor almost shined with polish. All around, officers clamored from room to room and talked to each other in the halls. Strangely, they were all dressed like the guards outside, although their helmets were removed.

Chief Wallace broke the silence. "Like the dress, huh? Well, you won't have to be envious for too long. I'll be getting you a suit, complete with all the weapons and extra stuff."

The two walked to a hallway with two locker rooms, where they stopped outside of the female door. Wallace handed IF a set of keys. "Your locker is number 420. Everything is in it already."

IF took the keys and entered the room and noticed that it was completely empty. This only made sense, since everyone was already dressed, but it still put her on edge. She slowly walked to her locker and opened it, immediately seeing her new uniform. She took off her jacket and hung it up inside, making sure to take out her phone beforehand. Once she was done dressing out, IF walked over to one of the mirrors in the room and made minor adjustments to her badge as well as her helmet.

She walked out and saw Wallace leaning against a wall. He scanned her uniform and tilted the badge a small degree before saying, "Looking good, Officer. Welcome to the corps." He smiled, but this smile was quickly replaced by a stern expression. "Now that you're ready, let's go to the briefing room. The head of police will give everyone a briefing."

IF tilted her head. "So you're the chief of that station, but the entire police force has a different chief. Who is it?"

He chuckled. "I think you'll like her. Don't worry, everything will be fine on my watch."

They called the elevator and rode it all the way to the very top floor, eventually coming upon a large space that overlooked the surrounding area. Many officers were already gathered here, and some were appearing from other elevators on the other sides of the room. Once the entire corps had gathered, Chief Wallace walked to the front of the room.

"I trust this is everyone. Now, then, I'm sure all of you are as angered as I am with the recent spike of activity from the Black Feathers. We've summoned you here today to prove we mean business. The chief of police, High Chief Stone, will give you the details on our operation."

Everyone clapped and cheered as High Chief Stone exited an elevator. She was a rather young woman—judging by appearance, she could be no more than forty. She wore the same uniform as everyone else, and with her helmet, she was almost confusable with a man due to her tall posture and flat chest. She stopped in front of everyone and began to walk down the aisles between the gathered officers. She stopped to look at IF especially, noticing her posture and cleanliness of uniform.

Her voice was stern, but not unloving. "Good to see another fine young woman joining our corps." She outstretched her hand. "Your name's IF, right? It's an honor."

IF was a little but stunned by this show of respect. She hesitantly took the handshake, and by doing so, almost had her hand crushed by the force of Stone's grip. Once she had made her way back to the front of the room, IF cajoled her hand, but had to stop herself from visibly gritting her teeth.

Stone clapped her hands together, and everyone tensed up. "Now, then. Chief Wallace did a good job outlining the basics of our task. I'm here to give you the details—that is, I'm going to tell you exactly how we're going to put a stop to the Black Feathers." She began to pace around the room. "I'm sure you're all aware of what just happened a few hours ago. For those who aren't, Lady Black Heart made the admirable decision of taking the fight to them. What she didn't know: those thugs have Anti-Shares. And your critical minds have likely already told you that that can only mean one thing: the Black Feathers are not operating alone. The only way to get Anti-Shares is to somehow be affiliated with the remnants of ASIC, so that already gives us a start."

She walked over to the wall and an electronic display dropped from the roof. It highlighted possible routes of movement throughout the city to retrieve Anti-Shares. She cleared her throat and began again, "The only confirmed remnants of ASIC are Linda, more commonly known as Underling, and Warechu. Both are rather harmless on their own, but should still be approached with caution. If you see them, shoot to incapacitate. We want to keep them alive and put them on proper trial." She pointed to the routes. "Pay special attention to these routes. It's the most probable ways for them to move to meet with their provider, since all of these avoid significant exposure to the public eye." The display shut off. "Any questions?"

Everyone shook their head. Everything seemed rather understandable. After about a second of silence, Stone began, "Alright then. Wallace said this before me, but…" Her voice raised to a loud rallying cry. "Let's go hunt some birds!"