Harris stared into the mirror. His reflection stared back, covered in what looked like a combination of paint, glitter and multicoloured feathers.

It wasn't the first time he had been the butt of one of Mahony's pranks. The two of them had butted heads since day one. Harris despised Mahony. He was a bum; a trouble maker who had no intention of doing anything good with his life. Harris knew his type.

Harris had a good idea as to why he had been the butt of this particular prank. The recruits had wanted to celebrate Pride in support of their fellow LGBT colleagues. Harris wanted to puke at the idea.

"Fucking queers," he had thought.

He had made his thoughts on the community very clear. So no doubt Mahony and a few others others had decided to make a fool of him by covering him in the Pride flag colours; adding the glitter and feathers to make more of a point. Harris had been caught out by the old "bucket balanced on top of a door" trick.

No doubt they knew that sending him to The Blue Oyster wasn't going to work any more; considering they'd already pulled that prank on him via Proctor. Harris shuddered at the memory. Those weirdos in their leather and latex.

Harris turned away from the mirror and angrily undressed in order to shower. At least it appeared that the paint, glitter and feather concoction didn't contain any glue. That was something at least. Once he was satisfied everything was washed off, Harris stepped out of the shower and changed into a clean uniform.

Returning to his office, Harris plotted on how he could get his own back on those involved. He had sent Proctor off to try and establish who exactly had been involved besides Mahony. The more recruits he could get rid of, the better. It would make his life easier. Added bonus would be more space for recruits who he deemed more worthy of a place in the academy. Harris didn't care if he got to throw them out or if they quit. Just so long as they were gone. Actually, he thought, making them quit would be far more fun. At least then he could point out to the commissioner that they were just a bunch of bums looking for a hand out.

"You just wait, Mahony," he muttered to himself. "You and your little queer friends will be gone soon."