“Sixty-eight. Sixty-nine. Seventy!” 

There was a chorus of various whoops and hollers, though one voice was easily heard above the others. “What, bitches?! What now?! Decir algo! Decir algo! Usted no puede manejar esta mierda! Estoy demasiado! Estoy demasiado cojo mucho por ti!” A young woman with a willowy, athletic figure lowered herself from the doorway in the gym, sweat glistening from her taut muscles as she flashed a grin and flexed her biceps while others mock-bowed to her epincess. Sergeant Talamantez hadn't been in Justice for any longer than two weeks and she had already had a decent group of friends. They were mostly people she had met at the gym and some of them would be working with her down at the station with her. She hadn't been invited to their houses or anything like that, but she'd been invited to hang with them at the bar more than a few times. 

“I'll see you bitches later – Gotta work.” The young police officer made her way away from her companions and headed to the showers so she didn't go into work smelling like sweat and Big Rick's man musk. Big Rick was small, but he was surprisingly tough and she found that out through being placed in a headlock, having the back of her neck rubbing against his hairy and sweaty pits earlier when she called him Munchkin. But she didn't hold it against him and had gotten him back with a nut tag. She had to take a moment after getting dressed to get her mind straight, not wanting to show up to work with a goofy smile on her face. In her past experience, that had lead her Captains to having a bad first impression of her. Her face was one of serenity with a serious gleam as she made her way out, bidding everyone a farewell. 

The drive to the police station wasn't a long one – The gym was only a good five blocks away from the police station. She greeted everyone as she made her way indoors and to the elevator, exiting at the fourth floor. She was headed to the meeting room but made a detour to the bathroom, admiring the new furnishings. She hadn't seen it before it had been remodeled, but it was a nice station altogether for a relatively small town. It wasn't exactly a village, but it certainly wasn't Dallas or Los Angeles. Still, she was happy with the movement out of LA, ready to challenge herself. As she put on a small amount of mascara, eyeliner, and lip gloss, she thought about the town's reputation. She had experience with larger gangs but she always thought that gangs were more dangerous with small towns. It was a lot easier for them to take control and pretty much rule the place. While she enjoyed the adrenaline rush that came with some action, she could never wish someone innocent to come to harm.

After tightening the bun sitting low on the backof her head, she was done soon enough and headed to the locker room, strapping on her belt and taking a little time to clean and inspect her gun. It was a beautiful and classic Walther P99 that her father had given her when she was twelve years old. She loved that gun and often would reminisce about the first time her father had taken her to the shooting range with her brothers. He would have taken her when she was eight but her mother wouldn't let him. She was the last of seven children and the only girl – She wanted a girl that she could dress up and put in pageants, not one that would rather scrape her knees climbing trees and come home with a buck. Granted, Armonía still participated in pageants and was a fan of a nice cocktail dress, but she still followed her father's footsteps like her brothers did. It was the Talamantez way. 

She was soon out of there and on her way to the meeting room, offering Captain Tryner a nod of acknowledgment on the way. When she got into the meeting room, she checked that nobody was there and that nobody was coming before beginning to move around from chair to chair in an attempt to find the most comfortable. She felt a bit like a kid playing musical chairs and cracked a smile, but still continued her chair inspection.