A heated, soft feeling against her face, a little heavy too. Dorothy Wiesse giggled happily. She forgot she'd come home with a partner. Having spent the evening at a bar getting as toasted as humanly possible to relieve her fears of the next day, she could have very well brought a nice girl home. Was she that messed up last night? To forget something that important?

The universe answered with a resounding 'no' as she opened her eyes to reveal a furry orange ass.

"Dammit, Merlin, you're going to suffocate me one of these times," she said, pushing him off into the sheets. He mewled indignantly and scampered away for the kitchen. Immediately began crying like a starving kitten. "Just hold on."

Rolling out of bed, she checked the projected display on her nightstand. [i]Fuck me, 45 minutes past wake up time.[/i] A few unread messages of increasing ugency:
[b]- You're requested at central for a meeting today.
- Report to central.
- REPORT TO CENTRAL. NOW.[/b]

Shaking out the remaining tension in her body, she decided to forget the shower and just sprayed on deodorant as well as some vanilla perfume in her raven hair before sliding into work uniform. A vibrating tenseness was still in her bones, probably from the augment that ran down the length of her spine. She hurried through the rest: throw a frozen breakfast burrito into the insta-oven, feed the cat, take the burrito out, stuff it in her face and grab her keycards. She was halfway out the door before she hit herself across the leg. "And I forgot everything I was going to bring!"

A hangover knocked loudly on the inside of her forehead. Back into the apartment it was. Dorothy slid her scoped laser handgun into its holster, dropped a prepaid phone into her shirt pocket. In another pocket went her address book and disposable thumb drives. In another, silver pens hiding her favorite treat. She stared at the pens a little too long, tempted, but did not partake. Grabbing her small suitcase of work documents, she left for real this time, nabbing a taxi ride to the precinct. 

[i]This is going to work out,[/i] she thought, [i]It's going to be a great adventure. So much to see and do. A lot of fun. A real blast! One for history. I just know it. I know it. Yes. Yep. That's right.[/i] Her mind went on a rampage of mindless worry, pounding down her consciousness. Leaning onto the Taxi window, she closed her eyes...[i]They have to train me a little more. Well this is okay I guess. I'll be okay. Maybe. Yeah. Sure I will...[/i]

[b]BEEEEP.[/b] The honking taxi shook with brakes and Dorothy flew forward, smashing her nose into the front seat. "Owww." It was going to be red. 

"We're here, you shitty tipping space case." The bulky man in the front looked back at her, a searing expression on his stubbly dark face. [i]Jonathan Mertz[/i] was the nametag. Oh. The guy she didn't tip last time. Terrible luck. 

She felt her face strain with both pain and embarrassment as she dug in her shirt pocket for her card. There were tremors in her wrist as she handed it to him. Wasn't it a little suspicious she got the same morning taxi twice? When he gave it back she rolled out of there and up the precinct stairwell with what is best described as the awkwardness of an untrained ballerina. The agility augment was great for sliding around on tip toes...herself not so much. 

Once inside, Dorothy was greeted with more than a few disapproving glances as she went to the conference room. She grabbed coffee and sweet cream from the break room on the way but avoided her desk. It was likely best to make up for not being early by at least being on time in the specific location needed. Glancing in a hallway picture glass, she noticed a small bruise on her nose from the taxi. Whatever.

"Good morning," she said without looking anyone there in the eye. She plopped down onto the squeaky rolling chair closest to the far wall- a nice corner where she could see clearly in all directions -- before waiting patiently for an announcement. Or as patiently as someone constantly glancing around, pushing her chair back and forth, creepily staring at everyone else and fidgeting with her communicator in her lap could be considered.