Violet awoke to the sounds of of twenty-year old music, the last time music had been good in her opinion, blaring from her alarm clock at exactly 3:13 p.m. Unfortunately for her, it was one of those new "robot" alarm clocks that runs around the room like a headless chicken, so she was forced to actually get up and catch it to turn the damned thing off. Fortunately, on the other hand, by the time she caught it she was wide awake and less angry at the machine, meaning it got to live another day. This left her with just enough time to eat a frozen pizza, uncooked, and get dressed in her usual outfit of a black shirt, jeans, and a red coat before she had to leave. On the way out she grabbed her weapons, a pistol placed in a holster, tacked on as part of her coat, which sat just above her butt, a katana that was attached by wire upside-down to her hip, and several small canisters both full of liquid and empty that she placed inside her coat. 

She jumped onto her so-called "vehicle" a contraption that was made by sticking together four skateboards, a motor, and a garden chair with a lot of hope and the dreams of small children, and began rowing her way to work. She passed several students on the sidewalks heading in the opposite direction, on their way home from the Education District, many of whom she knew on a first-name basis. But now was not the time, now was the time for getting her workout and getting to her workplace, so she switched sides and continued rowing with simply a wave to those she knew. She managed to make it to the bar with 30 seconds to spare which was plenty of time to park in the grass behind it, run inside, and take over for the current bartender. 

It was about an hour later that she sighed and mentally cursed out her friend. First the government wanted to do more testing, and then on top of that she had to worry about that lovable idiot? The death in the news didn't phase her, but she was upset at pretty much everything else she'd heard so far on the job. She'd have to chew her out later.