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To some people, Montag Detectives LTD looked nothing more than a half-baked shamble, a desolate attempt to salvage something that should have died off some time ago. It would have been fitting if it met that fate, as fitting as the grim and grimy atmosphere that long since overtook New Haven. Despite the fancy name and prospect of promise, the whole place somehow just felt [i]dirty[/i]. Maybe it was the bearing pressure of hard times on its inhabitants or the, literal, dark forces at play here just beyond their sight. It was a shithole all the same.

But that perspective was only held by some people. To [url=https://i.imgur.com/o5Br30T.png]Jane[/url], the warehouse looked like proverbial heaven. [color=cadetblue]“Oh wow, so cool!”[/color] she said to no one in particular, unphased as foamy spray from a nearby dock wave almost soaked her completely were it just a few feet closer. She spent some time marveling at the wretched piece of a building before finally entering the warehouse. This was to be her new office after all so it was always better to look at the glass half-full. Her expectations only soared higher once she finally looked around the rinky structure.

Were those actual chairs? She never had chairs at her old place. [color=cadetblue]“Woah, hey, is that water free? We never got free water at my old place,”[/color] Jane said, rapidly taking a seat nearby another new girl without thinking. She waved a big happy grin over at the redhead who looked to be the company’s secretary before beaming forward at Robyn. [color=cadetblue]“Hiya! Good to meet you, name’s Jane Nace and don’t let that old city name fool you, I’m here to get the down and dirty, rough and tumble as they say!”[/color] Her up of water was already downed by the time she finished speaking.

[color=cadetblue]“Hey do we get refills too or do we have to pay for those?”[/color] she asked over to Abigail.
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