6:00 AM, Coast City Police Department


*SLAM*
 
The sound of boots hitting the floor rings out through the empty changing room. [color=a0410d][i]Another night of patrolling over...at least I got some action this time. Those muggers will think twice about trying their luck on my block again, hopefully.[/i][/color] She stashes her dufflebag in her locker, shuffling some books around to conceal the red hoodie and camo pants within. [color=a0410d][i]don't want another round of twenty questions from the others, last time I was sure green thought I was some kinda prostitute[/i][/color] She remembers having to field a litany of questions from the bubbly new officer who shared the locker next to hers. 

"whatcha got there, Beks?" 
"ooh clothes? you going on a date?" 
"why is your hoodie all slashed up?" 
"what do you mean you bought it like that" 
"you really thnk this is fashion?' 
"where can i get one too?"

 Pushing all thoughts of the annoying new recruit aside, Rebekah closes her locker, forcefully enough to jam the door shut tight. Rebekah sighs and catches sight of herself in the mirror of the changing room. She regards her reflection, turning left and right slightly to make sure her uniform is proper and clean before a tired voice from behind her startles her out of her thoughts. "Oh good, the morning shift is here. Get the lead out of those boots and hit the beat so I can go home, night shifts are soulless and I just want to sleep." Beka turns on her heel to face the source of this sass to find Officer Lewis, still yawning as he removes his hat and winks at her. [color=a0410d]"You know, you could have gotten that fancy detective job with flexible hours if you had only volunteered to help canvass the area for that kid who's been turning over ATMs. If I recall correctly, Lewis, you were napping during the briefing from the Chief!"[/color] Rebekah pats him consolingly on the shoulder and she moves for the exit. 

	She can hear him grumbling to himself about rookies and their place as she strides through the empty hallway towards the front doors, chiding herself internally for being rude. She will apologize later, she always does, leaving a fresh pot of coffee and a bag of pastries from the bakery on the block in the lounge. Hand on the door, Rebekah pauses and takes a deep breath. Her mother once told her that being an officer was the best way to help the community. Stepping through the doors into the sunlight, Rebekah knows its still not enough. She has to do more.