[h2]8th Ward morning, CCG Branch Office[/h2]

'[color=00746b][i]This is Jacque L. Marrow, reporting in with my biweekly report as is required by the contract of employment. Ward Eight's ghoul activity remains at a consistent low, more than likely due to the existence of the CCG head quarters in this area. Current ghoul kill count still remains at twelve: Six Bikaku, three Rinkaku, and two Koukaku and one Ukaku. On a separate note, attempts to locate the body of the person of interest- one Koutarou Amon, rank: Special Class, remain fruitless despite my efforts. It is at this time that I would like to submit a formal request to be transferred over to an area with higher concentrations of ghoul activity in order to better fulfill the annual quota that has been listed in the contract of employment. Perhaps Ward Thirteen.[/i][/color]'. 
Jacque smiled mirthlessly as he reread the email that he was about to send to his superiors before hitting the send button. He waited until the familiar ping of his laptop notified him of the email's departure before shutting the device and leaning back with a sigh in the office chair he'd been provided.

Two years, that was how long he'd been stationed in Tokyo. Not a massive amount of time in the grand scheme of things, but long enough when one was being paid to hunt monsters. Still the money was good, and with the email he'd just sent, Jacque was liable to receive even more payment for his efforts. The contractor lazily reached out onto his desk and held his hand a few inches above the suitcase shaped device that sat innocently next to his work laptop. He let his hand hover there for a few seconds, then snatched up the device, once again marveling at the lightness of the device despite knowing full well what it was like when in use. Jacque held the weapon high over his head, allowing the blade to give off a dull gleam in the fluorescent office lighting. He'd never admit it, but he was beginning to grow a tad bit bored; the main bulk of his work saw him placed in an office chair or crammed into a car or dirty alleyway in search of monsters that were damn near indistinguishable from the average Joe until they went for a bite of your face. In two years he'd seen more ghouls that he'd cared to count, and yet he'd only personally engaged perhaps eighteen, and of those eighteen, only twelve had actually been taken down by him. Jacque stared listlessly at the device in his hand -Molten Rhapsody he'd taken to calling it- and gave a small grunt before getting out of his seat and making his way towards the nearest exit. He needed to get out of this stuffy building and get some fresh air, perhaps take the time to visit some of the other wards.