[center][color=D4ADD5][h1]Priya Khurana[/h1][/color]
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[i]Location: Precinct 54[/i][/center]
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Her family didn't like her moving away. Her friends told her she was crazy. Her colleagues were either happy to see her go or "happy" to see her go. Still, Priya couldn't pass up the opportunity when it all but fell into her lap. She considered herself a hard worker, reliable, smart, able to get things done. So when she marched into her boss' office and asked (or demanded, if you wanted to get technical) to be transferred to Justice, she listed off the whys.

It was a hot spot for danger. Deaths happened constantly, but murder? Not so much. It was a detective's dream or nightmare depending on how one looked at it. It was accepted and finalized and she packed up her life in New York and flew across the country to Justice. She settled in nicely in her apartment before she made her way over to Precinct 54.

She dressed professionally but tried to keep it somewhat casual so she didn't appear to be a brown noser (ironic, right?) on her first day. Right off the back, the interaction between the two men laid some of the groundwork for determining how things went around here. It was casual, but at the same time, they were partly serious. She didn't know if she would have to work her way up, but she was prepared to try.

She entered the office and didn't bother to sit. She figured he would give her an assignment and that would be it. Maybe an introduction, but either way, she was itching to get started. [color=D4ADD5]"Yes, Khurana. What do you have for me?"[/color]