[right]Kefira O'Connor
[color=gray]PDC HQ[/color][/right]

[color=silver] It was one thing for someone to heap praise on you, and another thing entirely to be told that the PDC, the single most important police body in California, would be routing all available resources to her case in particular. Before her transfer, the chief there had constantly told Kefira that he recognized her skill, and that she would be a detective in no time. A transfer and nine years later, and it looked like it was actually going to happen. After Lorelei explained things in a bit more detail, Kefira gave a single nod. There would not be any more misunderstandings. She didn’t look it, but she was stoked for this.

Then “AD-4.M” came up on the screen in his birthday suit.  

[color=tomato][i]That’s one less guy that can get away with telling me he’s twelve inches.[/i][/color] Kefira thought to herself. 

[color=tomato]”At least he looks like a human.”[/color] She didn’t have much luck with AIDA units in the past, and she would have protested if she thought that it would get her anywhere. But Lorelei was not one to make requests. She made demands. Everything from her partner to her assignment was an order and entirely non-negotiable. 

[color=tomato]”I must admit I haven’t heard much about the string of murders. The Skull Candy Cult didn’t spend much time watching television.”[/color] Kefira was referring to her last assignment. It was a group that painted their faces like they do in Mexico during the day of the dead. Oddly, none of the members were Latino. [color=tomato]”How many murders have there been, and what makes you think they are connected? I wouldn’t mind seeing all the case files.”[/color] She looked back at the monitor. [color=tomato]”Though perhaps I should meet with medical first.”[/color][/color]