Mission_2: Combat Training
"E-Erm…" Whi-Two's eyes twitch slightly as she tries her best to retain her salute, even after Colonel Rikhard had signed out and Superintendent Aldin had left, leaving her alone with her new superior, Lack-Two.
"I'll be under your care then, Inspector…"
She stares deeply into Lack-Two's slightly annoyed look, and watches as it transforms into something sterner.
Just like that, Whi-Two's annoyance is quickly replaced with fear.
"Very well," her superior sighs, crossing his arms as if in deep thought. Then his head shoots up as he looks at her in the eye.
"I'm giving you a maximum of ten minutes to gather your things and get changed. After ten minutes, I want you to meet me in the Combat Training Hall in your Combat Training Uniform. And I'm not talking simply slipping into your shirt and sweatpants and combat shoes… I'm talking that ridiculous set of hair in a tight bun, and that forlorn-looking face in a more combative mood. Are we clear, Detective?"
"Y-Yes, Sir. But…"
"Are we clear, Detective?!"
Whi-Two immediately straightens herself.
"Sir! Yes, Sir!"
Lack-Two exhales. "Very good." Then he faces another officer who was sitting nearby.
"Inspector Lai," he calls out.
"Sir," the girl responds snappily.
"Accompany Detective Whi-Two to the Women's Locker Room and help her get the proper combat training uniform prescribed for the Nimbasa Division."
"Sir. Yes, sir."
Lack-Two nods. Then faces Whi-Two.
"Detective, from here on end, consider all your belongings—ranging from your uniforms to your equipment—as simply souvenirs from your former division. You may collect them on a more convenient time. And that is not now, I am afraid. Are we clear?"
Whi-Two almost mumbles her reply. "Sir. Yes, sir."
"Any questions before we proceed?"
The girl pauses for a moment.
"N-None, sir." Then, hastily, she adds: "Thank you, Sir."
"Good," Lack-Two nods. He snappily turns on his heel and begins walking away.
"Ten minutes," he calls out before disappearing in the hallway. Whi-Two listens to the sound of his heel hitting against the tiled flooring, trying her best to process what her new superior had just said.
Everything was suddenly running in different directions, and she can't seem to keep up. This is too much for a first day, even if they say this was the prestigious UPD main branch.
She barely had the time to breathe in the same air he was breathing. And now, he's already ordering her around.
Was this guy really the same perverted gentleman who helped her get away with one of her biggest failures in life?
"Detective?" a voice squeaks from behind her. She turns to find the lady from before now smiling kindly at her. If it wasn't for her confusion, Whi-Two would've enclosed her in an embrace.
"Inspector Lailani Oudir of the Crime Scene Investigation Unit," she beams, reaching out a hand for her. "I look forward to working with you in service in the near future."
"Detective Whi-Two, apparently," she smiles back a little awkwardly, but reaching out for the girl's hand nonetheless.
"Same goes for me. Pleased to meet you, Inspector…"
Wait… she thought. Inspector? Crime Scene Investigation Unit?
The young detective freezes as she stares at the blonde girl's rather misleading features.
"You're…?"
"In charge of the CSI, where you'll be working half of your time!" the inspector finished for her, a smile still on her face.
"Guess you could say I'm one of your bosses, aside from Inspector Lack-Two. I'll be handling you as a detective, while Lack-Two, aside from being your mentor, will also handle you as an undercover agent. This should be fun!"
Whi-Two's face did not change.
No, she doesn't think so.
Inspector Lailani beams as she lets go, and peers through her glasses the empty screen of Whi-Two's laptop and the backpack that lay innocently beside it.
"Well, shall we continue this as we go?" she suggests, stepping forward to help Whi-Two gather her things.
"Inspector Lack-Two does not like being kept waiting."
-…-
"So, first day in the big leagues and already assigned as 'Mister Perfect's' mentee? Yikes."
Lailani turns to the girl, sees her horrified face, and immediately changes her tone to something more cheerful.
"I-I mean…! That's actually pretty advantageous on your part! Nate's really one of our best! Superintendent himself trained him!" Then she gives her an apologetic smile.
"Though, I'd be lying if I say it's all carnival-rides from here on end… Being Nate's mentee is good, but it's going to hurt. Really bad." She chuckles to herself as she continues rummaging through the pile of plastic-wrapped uniforms in front of her.
"He didn't get the title 'Mister Perfect' just because everything he does in life is perfect."
Whi-Two watches as Lailani pulls out one set, tears it open, and puts the shirt over Whi-Two's frame.
"Size small," she mutters, and breathily adds as she pulls the shirt closer to her to reveal Whi-Two's frame again: "Dream body…"
The young detective felt the urge to cover her body somehow.
"Hold on, let me just take note for inventory," Lailani says as she bends down and grab a clipboard. Whi-Two takes that moment to finally speak.
"Nate…?" she mouths with uncertainty.
Lai stops writing for a second to give her an apologetic smile.
"Oh, that's Inspector Lack-Two's real name," she explains, going back to her clipboard. "Nate Alart—we're from the same batch back at the Academy, you see."
"Ah," Whi-Two breathes. Of course. It was common UPD procedures for undercover cover agents to have a codename. And Lack-Two, naturally, as the man in charge of the specialized unit, has his own.
The girl actually shudders at the thought of working for such a man.
"What about you, Detective?" Lailani asks as she hands her the set. Whi-Two stares at it momentarily before returning her gaze to Lailani, a confused look in her eyes.
"Can I ask for your real name?" Lailani clarifies with an apologetic giggle.
"Oh, uh… It's Rosa." She shifts a little awkwardly as she pulls out the shirt and puts down the rest of the set over one stack.
"Rosa Bilden."
"Rosa," Lai repeats, letting the syllables roll over her tongue one by one. Then she smiles. "That's a pretty name! Do you mind if I call you by that name from now on?"
Whi-Two smiles a little.
"E-Er… I guess not?"
To that, Lai laughs.
"Ah, forgive me," she says. "I just can't help but be friendly. We barely get female recruits here in the main division. And you know how it is in jobs like these—girls need to stick together. I hope it doesn't bother you."
"No, not really," Whi-Two assures her, finally finding the motivation to smile. "I would actually love having someone friendly for a change. Especially if she will be one of my commanding officers from now on."
Lai nods and smiles as she reaches out for the other girl's shoulders.
"I understand how hard all of these are for you, but let me assure you, Rosa—you'll get used to it in no time."
I sure do hope so, she inwardly sighs, holding up the shirt in front of her to get a better view. "Nimbasa Division" it said in bold, blue letters, and somehow, the name makes Whi-Two's stomach sink.
It had the same color, the same design, the same initials of the Unova Police Department printed at the back as that of her former training shirt, except that the name "Aspertia" was replaced by "Nimbasa".
Whi-Two sighs. This will take a lot of getting used to. She might as well begin now.
Lailani tips her head a little to get her attention.
"Do you need help in anything else, Rosa?" she asks. Whi-Two snaps out of her deep thought and looks at her.
"N-No, thank you," she politely refuses. "I-I think I can manage from here, thank you."
Lailani beams. "That's good to hear! Oh, by the way, in case you don't know how to get to the Combat Training Hall… We actually passed by it on our way here. You just walk down the hallway, and…"
"Turn two lefts, and proceed until you reach a double-doored room, somewhere to the right," Whi-Two mutters. Lai looks at her incredulously, but she shakes it off easily.
Nice.
"This should be very interesting," she says with a glint of respect in her eyes.
Whi-Two nods politely.
"I'm going to get changed now," she announces, both as a form of excuse and a reason to get away from people.
"Wouldn't want to keep Inspector Lack-Two waiting now, would I?" she even hesitatingly adds.
-…-
Whi-Two reaches Lack-Two standing in the middle of a wide room, looking impatiently at his watch. Deep inside, the girl feared she made him wait for too long.
She gives a quick glance at her watch, feels a bit relieved, and silently treads the cushioned flooring to where her new superior was waiting, and she was greeted—not surprisingly—with an impatient scowl.
"I-Inspector," she salutes, standing stiffly.
The boy eyes her intently from head-to-foot, and then back, before nodding in acknowledgement.
"Three minutes early," he announces, giving his watch one last glance. "Not bad. I'm expecting this punctuality remains for the rest of your stay here?"
"Affirmative, sir."
"Good." He begins peeling off his jacket as he continued. Whi-Two is taken aback.
"In case the system here is not the same as yours back in Aspertia, when our officers are promoted a rank up, they undergo a ceremony along with other officers promoted as well. It happens every first Monday of the month, during the flag ceremony." He gives her a look as he pulls his jacket away from his arm and throws it to the side.
"That's at least a week from now."
"That it is indeed, Sir."
"But even then, that's just for formality, as you are probably aware. Though you are not yet formally a Detective in uniform, you are already one in paper and in the eyes of the board as well."
Whi-Two watches his well-toned arm muscles flex as he performs a few basic stretches, thinking to herself that these were the same arms she was tracing during her last undercover mission.
It made her shudder somehow. This man could've snapped her neck had it been a more different scenario.
"…Which is why it's better to start your training as early as today."
"Sir?" she clarifies. Lack-Two gives her a scowl of disapproval, annoyed at how she always seems to be lost in thought. The inspector makes a mental note of putting that in her evaluation report.
Then he sighs as he faces her.
"I've read through your files sent to us by your former division, and I've learned that you have an average evaluation score of 8.5 over ten in combat." He peers over her through his bangs. "Is that true?"
"Affirmative, Sir," Whi-Two replies without thinking. She instantly regrets it when an elbow comes crashing towards her direction. It takes her a second to understand what's happening, but only a split second for her body to react. Her hand shoots up and catches Lack-Two's elbow in midair, and before thinking, she strikes her free elbow to Lack-Two's chin. The boy catches that attack, pulls it down, lets it go, grabs her face, and pushes her down.
Whi-Two falls flat on her back with a loud thud.
"Reflexes are quick, although reaction time is simply satisfactory," Lack-Two comments as he dusts off his shirt.
Whi-Two gives off a grunt as she bends back her right knee, and kicks Lack-Two's shin, sending him walking back. She takes the opportunity to push herself up, and back away for good measure.
She keeps a defensive stance as she waits for Lack-Two's next move. But the boy just watches her.
"Recovery is remarkably quick," he mutters, bending forward and resting his hands and his weight on both his knees. He smiles. "Not bad."
Whi-Two clenches her fist as she makes the gap between her forearms smaller.
"Solid defense," Lack-Two remarks, and then looks down. "Although stance could use some modifications."
He then straightens himself, and puts his hands on his waist.
"Now, show me your offensive capabilities," he calls to her. Whi-Two's eyes widen a bit, but she takes on an offensive stance as Lack-Two takes on a defensive one.
"Don't hold back," he says, and Whi-Two nods. She exhales abruptly, and ran towards where Lack-Two was standing. She spins on her heel, and performs a spinning axe kick, to which Lack-Two easily counters, grabbing her foot as it was about to hit his nose. Whi-Two recovers quickly, and twists to the right, catching her weight using her two hands. Her other leg comes flying towards Lack-Two at the power of her swing, but Lack-Two grabs the other leg as well, spins her in midair, and drops her to the ground.
Again, Whi-Two falls with a heavy thud.
"Focuses only on one part of the enemy," Lack-Two drawls disdainfully, both his hands still wrapped around Whi-two's ankles. "That's poor judgment."
Whi-Two frowns as she fought Lack-Two's grip and kicked forward. Lack-Two barely gets hit, but the girl takes advantage of the momentum to pull her weight up, letting her back on her feet. She then follows with a punch to Lack-Two's gut. The boy grabs it, pulls her in, and sends his knee to her upper abdomen. Then he wrings his arms around her waist from behind, carries her upside-down for a moment and half-heartedly drops her, head first, to the ground.
The girl simply allows herself to fall this time, feeling weary.
"Anything else you'd want to try against me?" he asks, crouching next to her. The girl hiccups a little before answering.
"N-None, Sir…" she replied in a hoarse voice.
Lack-Two frowns.
"Stand up, and tell me where the 8.5 was in that disgusting performance," he orders, standing up and walking away to give her space. Whi-Two begrudgingly rolled on her front, and used her remaining ounce of strength to push herself up.
"Combat training doesn't mean just hand-to-hand combat, for crying out loud…" she mumbles as she did.
"Excuse me?" Lack-Two asks sternly. Whi-Two winces.
"N-Nothing, Sir."
"I heard you speaking, Detective," he points out. "Tell me what that was."
Whi-Two kept mum as she only focuses on pushing herself back up without throwing up. Her superior just hit a critical spot.
"That's an order, Detective," Lack-Two presses. Whi-Two sighs.
Talk about butthurt, she thought disdainfully.
"Sir," she begins, wheezing. "With all due respect… that point average… did not just come from… hand-to-hand combat… Honestly speaking, Sir… I suck in those aspects… It is… not my specialty…" She lets out a heavy breath.
"Good Lord, Jesus Christ!" she swears.
"What is it, then?"
"Sir?"
"Your specialty," Lack-Two clarifies impatiently. "What is it?"
Whi-Two presses her lips as she looks him in the eye.
"Guns, Sir," she says.
"Guns?"
"Affirmative, Sir."
Lack-Two thinks for a moment, and then nods.
"Very well," he says, reaching behind him. He fishes out a handgun, empties out the magazine save for one bullet, and then returns it. He then pulls back the barrel, hears a click, and then hands it to Whi-Two.
The girl just stares at it, unsure.
"Take it," Lack-Two prods her. "You're supposed to be good at guns, right? Take it, and prove it to me."
Whi-Two shakily takes the gun off of his hands, but only to stare at it momentarily. Then she returns her gaze to him.
"Okay," her senior begins, spreading his arms wide.
"Shoot me."
Whi-Two's eyes widened.
"Sir?!"
Lack-Two's eyes narrowed.
"That's an order," he barks at her. "Try your best to make the most off of that lone bullet. Make sure that I die."
"S-Sir, I can't…"
"That was an order, not a suggestion, Detective," he snaps. "You say you're good with guns, right? Prove it to me. Shoot me."
"B-But, Sir…"
"Pull. The. Trigger."
"Sir…"
"PULL THE TRIGGER, WHI-TWO!"
BANG!
Whi-Two tremblingly opens up her eyes to see the damage, and sees that she had missed hopelessly by a long shot. She finds that Lack-Two barely moved at all, except for his scowl, which grew even worse as he looked her down.
"Sir…?"
Instead of replying, he grips the gun and redirects it, pulling it down to her hips. Then he grips it with his other hand as well, twists up, hurting Whi-Two's index finger as it was still stuck on the trigger, yanks it away, and pushes her down to the ground again, aiming the gun at her as she falls.
Whi-Two gives out a groan as she falls for the fourth time.
Lack-Two stares at her for a moment before giving out a sigh as he throws the gun near her.
"What do you know?" he remarks. "First time in my life to find out that numbers can, indeed, lie… Although to actually learn that fact from this so-called 'reliable' rookie." He folds his arms behind him.
"You aren't given a gun just so you could rely on it to be good. The gun is given to you so that it can rely on you because you're supposedly good. What if there comes a time that a gun is deemed useless? You become useless as well."
He gives her one last look before turning and walking away.
"If you can't even hold me down, or at the very least, wound me, then I suggest you start packing and leave. We don't need a weakling here in our ranks…"
Whi-Two listens to his footsteps as he walked away, estimating his speed and his possible distance from where she lay.
She then reaches for the gun, now guaranteed to be empty. Tremblingly, she raises her free hand to where it was, and with a small amount of strength, she cocks it. Lack-Two hears it, and abruptly turns, and Whi-Two takes advantage of his slow reaction time to roll over, get back on her feet, and charge.
Lack-Two tries to answer off with a few punches and kicks, but Whi-Two easily responds with her fast reflexes, and she succeeds in pinning him down to the ground. When she's restrained him well with her arm and knees, she points the gun to his forehead, and abruptly pulls the trigger.
There was a click, but no bullets come forth.
Lack-Two could feel Whi-Two pant to his face.
"I am never, ever left with only one bullet unless I'm sure the enemy can never fight back. That is a guarantee…" she growls at him. The superior raises his gaze to where the gun was pointed, and then to Whi-Two's eyes. The once timid-looking blue orbs were now teeming with rage. He watches her irises tremble as she begins tearing up, feeling slightly fascinated.
It was the first time he's seen anything like it.
"With all due respect, Sir," Whi-Two hisses. "I respect your orders as my new superior, but never make me point a loaded gun at you again…" She raises the gun away from his forehead and frees him from her restrain, although she remains on top of him.
"Save it for the time when I really do need to kill you…"
Lack-Two remains unperturbed, and just stares deeply into her eyes. Then he smiles.
"This is the first time I've ever noticed that your eyes have that rare shade of blue," he comments in a silvery voice. Whi-Two was completely stunned.
Lack-Two smiles even more.
"You know what? Had the circumstances been a little different, this could have been the position they would've found us in last night…"
"W-What?!" Whi-Two blushed furiously. Lack-Two seized that moment to push, roll over, and put her under him. Whi-Two could only stare back, looking terrified.
Her eyes changed again, he thinks to himself.
"Putting the guard down during crucial moments, and for trivial reasons at that," he condescended. "Honestly…"
Lack-Two gives out a sigh as he pushes himself up to his feet, leaving her to double over in pain and whimper softly to herself. He didn't say anything else.
He just eyes her down from head to foot and then back before clearing his throat and walking away.
"You're dismissed."
-…-
"…And most of all, she cries in the most conspicuous of times," Lack-Two went on, his voice gradually rising again. Superintendent Aldin could only nod in response.
"So, are you saying that Detective Whi-Two is incompetent?" he asks.
Lack-Two readily opens his mouth to the affirmative, but thinks twice, and closes it again with a sigh.
"No, Sir," he replies, looking down. "In fairness to Detective Whi-Two, she actually lives up to the numbers indicated in her records. Plus the way she adapts is unmistakably remarkable."
He catches his Superintendent looking at him knowingly, making him suddenly change his course.
"…B-But with what she had displayed a while ago, they become merely numbers to me. If she's going to stay here, she might as well be in top shape, no matter the situation. Today being her first day mustn't be a hindrance for her to giving her 100% in everything that she does." He gives out a breath as he leans a bit forward. "Especially in combat…"
The old man eyes Lack-Two for a moment, before giving a nod.
"So, what are you saying, Inspector?"
Lack-Two bites his lips as he looks back at his former mentor.
"All I'm saying, Sir, is that Detective Rosa Bilden, codename: Whi-Two, is indeed an outstanding police officer. I'll be lying if I say that she does not deserve her title as the 'Reliable Rookie' from her old division. Her potential is massive, Sir—probably one of the most promising recruits I've ever seen." His eyes fell on the Whi-Two's profile sitting silently on the Superintendent's desk.
"But, I don't think I'm the right person to make the most of that potential. We simply don't mix."
"So you doubt your own skills of upbringing… Is that it?"
Lack-Two eyes Aldin incredulously.
"Sir, I never…"
The old man laughs.
"I expected a reaction as such from you, Inspector. But I didn't place Detective Whi-Two under your wing just so you could hone her and mold her into something you want, or even someone like you. I doubt Whi-Two's personality will ever allow her to."
"Yes, I know that, Sir, but…"
"Instead, I placed her under your care because not only do I think she has the capacity to have the same credentials as you one day, but also because I think you could learn a thing or two from her. Plus, I believe the two of you complement each other very well…"
"Excuse me, Sir?"
Aldin smiles at him good-naturedly, although there was a tinge of sadness in his eyes as he stares upon his former mentee.
"She'd make a good Inspector one day, don't you think?"
Lack-Two immediately understood. He tries to open his mouth as a reply, but something inside him jerks him back to silence.
Sensitive topic. He'd rather not.
"Besides," Aldin continues. "I don't think these so-called 'flaws' you said she had are purely disadvantageous." He lifts up the report Lack-Two had prepared, and scans through it again.
"Bold… Rash… Always lost in thought… Emotional…" Aldin laughs to himself as he looks back at Lack-Two.
"Sounds like someone you know?"
Lack-Two finds himself blushing slightly as he looks away. His superintendent chuckles to himself.
"I think these traits can be useful if guided accordingly by someone who understands," the Superintendent continues. "I mean, look at where you are."
Lack-Two exhales silently before looking back at his former mentor.
"I was never emotional, Sir…"
"And that makes Detective Whi-Two even more interesting."
The boy snorts.
"Being in touch with your emotions isn't really a flaw, Inspector. It helps in getting through this line of work, seeing that emotions help you be even clearer with your values. It makes it easier for you to make the right decisions."
"I thought the rightness and wrongness of things are just an illusion, Sir?"
Superintendent Aldin smiles.
"Illusions can be real sometimes, Inspector."
Lack-Two, for once, was out of things to say. He just simply stares at his former mentor as the latter reads through his report one more time.
Then Aldin speaks again.
"But I'll give you the benefit of the doubt, Inspector," he says, putting down the report finally. "Are you firm on your decision in letting Whi-Two go?"
Silence.
"Or are you willing to take her out for a test run?"
Lack-Two's head turns to his superior abruptly.
"Sir?"
Aldin chuckles as he pulls out yet another folder, and then slides it across the table to Lack-Two's side. The boy picks it up and reads through it.
"Another undercover job, sir?" he asks, looking back at Aldin.
"Indeed. Something of your specialty. And something Detective Whi-Two should be able to do. You two are perfect for the job."
Lack-Two leafed through the pages, tracking every bit of information he can get his eyes on.
"Basically, you want us to find this Joven Dailo fellow and tail him down all the way to their hideout…?"
Aldin nods. Lack-Two closes the file and places it back on the table.
"Seems easy enough, Sir," he says as he pulls out his phone and begins typing down notes. "Although I see no significance for Whi-Two's presence. With all due respect, Sir, this is something I can do by myself." The image of Whi-Two's eyes from earlier flashes through his mind, and it makes him wince somehow.
Of all the things to be disturbed about Whi-Two, it's the way her eyes changes expression so easily. It's like a calm, serene lake at one point, and then a raging ocean at another.
How could he get used to something like that?
"Joven Dailo is one of the very few identified couriers of the notorious 'Love Drug', an illegal sex-drive enhancer popular among young couples. Because of the shipping ban imposed upon all foreign products, including law-approved aphrodisiacs, this became the new fadfor said audiences." Aldin intertwines his fingers under his chin.
"As per the nature of the product, the selling of it must be done in concealment. What couriers like Dailo would do is frequent parks and restaurants where many couples roam. This is where he delivers their products, and meets potential buyers."
Lack-Two's eyes remain on his superior. Aldin smiles good-naturedly.
"I believe a single person hanging out in a park swarming with lovers would stick out like a sore thumb, wouldn't you think so, Inspector?"
Again, Lack-Two exhales deeply.
"Of course, Sir."
-…-
"Inspector Lai…"
The blonde jolts from the desk she was leaning on, and turns abruptly to give Lack-Two a salute.
"Sir," she greets, trying her best to stay awfully still despite her glasses almost sliding off of her nose. Lack-Two raises a brow at her.
"This isn't your desk, Lai," he points out. "What're you…?"
His gaze falls down and Whi-Two sitting behind said desk, her face slammed against it, frozen.
Lailani immediately blocks his view with her body.
"You needed something, Nate?"
But Lack-Two is already annoyed as hell.
"Is she sleeping?!" he barks at her, clenching the folder he held in his hand. Lack-Two can tolerate many things to an extent, but sleeping on the job was one of his biggest no-no's. And the perpetrator has to be someone he's already boiling with anger for.
He was about to approach her when Lailani tries to stop him again with her small but rather chubby body in hope of covering the poor brunette.
"No!" she almost cries, earning them the curious stares from the other policemen working on their respective desks. Lack-Two gives them each a dangerous look, and everyone immediately drops their head in fear.
"She's not, Nate! She's not!"
Lack-Two returns his gaze to her for a moment, and then gestures at Whi-Two with his file.
Then what the fuck do you call that?!
Lailani suddenly shrinks a bit.
"She's…" She frantically tries to find the words to explain, but her own vocabulary fails her, so she uses the first thing she could think of.
"…In pain, Sir."
"In pain?" Lack-Two repeats in a higher tone, feeling and looking more and more impatient. "What does that even mean, Inspector?"
Lailani groans as she rolls her eyes. Men, she thinks distastefully. Then she throws caution to the wind and walks up to him, gestures him to lower himself, and whispers to his ear.
The SUU Inspector's face gradually changes as he listens to Lailani's explanation. His anger decreases a little, though there is still a slight hint of annoyance in his voice when he straightens himself again to give his colleague a deadpan look.
"You could've said that the moment I asked, Lai," he mutters, softer this time. He rolls his eyes as he walks past her. This time, Lailani concedes.
"Well, it's not really something you'd say out loud in a room filled with mostly men," she reasons with a sigh. "We girls don't really appreciate that."
"Besides," Lack-Two adds, looking down on the girl, listening to her low moans of pain.
"She seemed awfully well during combat training…"
"Which is why you should be more impressed… Not everyday you find a girl who can suck it in and move around, and even go neck and neck with an insane powerhouse like you, even if it was her first day. I mean, imagine all that blood…"
Lack-Two returns with an expressionless look.
"Too much information," he says. Lailani raises her hand in apathy. She turns and walks back to her desk, knowing that she had no business there anymore, seeing that Lack-Two was informed well.
As soon as Lailani was gone, Lack-Two raises the folder up, and then he clears his throat.
"DETECTIVE!" he yells, slamming the folder on Whi-Two's desk. The girl's head flies up, her face pale and sweaty from the pain. She sharply intakes a breath.
"The gun was found on the upper left corner of the wife's shelves, Colonel!" she recites breathlessly. "Ruger SR1191, .45 ACP, reddish to brown handle, exactly three bullets left in the magazine, showed signs of the trigger having been pulled at least an hour before discovery!" The new Detective takes another sharp intake of breath as her eyes dart back and forth, trying to remember where she was and what she was doing. She recognizes Lack-Two watching her with a wry expression, and she was about to give her salute when another period of pain shoots through her abdomen, pulling her to double over again.
"Good Lord, Jesus Christ…" she groans as she clutches on her abdomen. She presses her forehead hard on her desk as she waited for the pain to subside. When it did, she tries to raise her face up to recognize the folder now sitting idly in front of her.
Then she looks up at Lack-Two.
"Sir," she greets between heaps of heavy breaths.
Lack-Two simply ignores her ridiculous show and proceeds to his orders.
"I want you to read through that and study it thoroughly by tomorrow morning. Also expect additional details from me through e-mail later tonight. Study them as well."
Whi-Two gives out a low moan as she drops her face again.
"Sir. Yes, Sir."
"Meet me at Nimbasa Park tomorrow at exactly 4:30 in the afternoon. Do not even think about being late."
"Sir. Yes, Sir."
"And, Detective…"
Whi-Two raises her face up to him again.
"Do us both a favor and get yourself to the infirmary, stat."
-Mission_2 Status: Accomplished-
"The Unova Police Department, commonly referred to as the UPD, is the official police department governing the region of Unova. They are divided into twenty Divisions, representing the twenty cities that comprises the aforementioned region, with the Nimbasa Division housing its main office." — Excerpt from the UPD Trooper's Manual, Introduction.